Flowers Poems

I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
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In a beautiful butterfly,
Your face comes so true to me.

Through a pretty butterfly
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Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
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As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat under the trees pondering upon the phenomena of the atmosphere, looking through the branches at the strewn stars which glittered like chips of silver upon a blue carpet; and I could hear from a distance the agitated murmur of the rivulet singing its way briskly into the valley.
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When I bring to you colored toys, my child,
I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water,
and why flowers are painted in tints
- -when I give colored toys to you, my child.
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When I asked sea about the Pearls,
It laughed and said that is one of my lovely jewels.

When I asked about light to the sun!
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No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon -
No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
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These pools that, though in forests, still reflect
The total sky almost without defect,
And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,
Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone,
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I saw a nice little flower…
Enjoying herself in the nice warm fields…
The place felt fine, what a beautiful sight! !
Why didn't it come yesterday? !
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Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
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Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
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God made a beatous garden
With lovely flowers strown,
But one straight, narrow pathway
That was not overgrown.
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When storm-clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down.
The moist east wind comes marching over the heath to blow its
bagpipes among the bamboos.
Then crowds of flowers come out of a sudden, from nobody knows
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Me thinks this heart should rest awhile
So stilly round the evening falls
The veiled sun sheds no parting smile
Nor mirth nor music wakes my Halls
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They made the chamber sweet with flowers and leaves,
And the bed sweet with flowers on which I lay;
While my soul, love-bound, loitered on its way.
I did not hear the birds about the eaves,
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The wind, one brilliant day, called
to my soul with an odor of jasmine.

'In return for the odor of my jasmine,
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'Tis said that when
The hands of men
Tamed this primeval wood,
And hoary trees with groans of woe,
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Who brought flowers to this grave?
I, said the wren.
I brought them as seeds and then
Watched them grow.
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The same leaves over and over again!
They fall from giving shade above
To make one texture of faded brown
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You made me love the teachings of Tagore.
My thoughts were mesmerized by your sitar.
I kept the little flowers from India,
Artfully pressed to span a century.
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Vincent was fascinated with nature and the flowers.
During Spring in Paris, Vincent made many drawings
Of gardens and flowers. One of the most fascinating
Paintings that captured the hearts of artistes was
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Two Springs

I have already written in detail about the two monsoons that irrigate our crops. Now I am going to write about the two springs in Kerala, that make our lives literally fragrant.
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Love is...flowers...in bloom
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There was a time across this land…with every flower in bloom
When the Earth was witness to their blended beauty…and inhaled their sweep perfume.
Stretching across her land and seas…to every distant isle…
In her contentment, all the Earth could do…was look around…and smile.
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Last night when went out to see trees before my house, they were flowerless;
It is a great surprise as flowers were there in the morning and wondered what;
Next morning that is today, I see a lot of white and yellow flowers bloomed pretty well;
What a surprise it is and surely it is blessing in disguise by great Nature sure!
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Freshness of flowers in Nature is a matchless beauty in the world;
Only flowers have fragrance, beauty and colour wonderful to enjoy;
That's why flowers are best gift to offer to anyone for any function;
Plants and trees bloom flowers first before they give fruits to all ever!
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Flowers are beautiful and lovely to see, have and smell fragrance;
Also, it's a best gift to give to new guest and have good rapport ever;
Flowers are the best offering to God we love most to live best here;
Flowers are the symbol of love to remember and foster to loved ones!
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Moms are the most Dashing Flowers ever in the Gardens of Affection
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Flowers
I always thought flowers were so beautiful, so gorgeous. The vibrant colors the beautiful shapes of the pedals, the fragrance, the uniqueness in everyone. No two flowers alike.
I always wanted to give you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, imagining us going on a nice date, and me presenting you with a dozen of those flowers that you desired and cherished so much.
I recently have had a change of heart though. Now with flowers sprouting out of my eyes, out of my skin, coughing them up with the red fluid, messing up the colors, messing up the scent. With them leaving me in ever-lasting pain. I had to finally realize you don't feel the same way, you are the maker of my disease in order to get better I must let you go before it kills me.
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Flowers are in multi-colour everywhere in the world serving as feast of eyes;
Flowers in gardens and parks make all remember the golden era of paradise;
Such things are possible only on this flower world called our beloved Earth;
Nowhere else such a wonder we can witness in the whole of the Universe vast!
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