Every once in a while
The beholder casts
A special wish
And a flower is created
For every day that comes.
This flower glows lovelier
With every breath it takes
Earth seems a little brighter
For with every sunrise
A heart becomes happier
With every breath it takes
The air seems sweeter
For every time my eyes see
This flower blossom
It's a miracle and privilege
To be in its presense
Every time I touch this flower
I appreciate living
For I 'm grateful for being alive
When you are my special flower.
All rights Eyan desir 30th Sep 2009
Wow beautiful poem really heartfelt and thoughtful. Really nice thanks for sharing and remember. Spread Yourself! ! ! !
wonderful visual metaphor: ''For every time I appreciate living I remember you are that special flower'' excellent symbolistic poem, lovely to read.....10+++++++++
A well penned write, caputures the essence of the inner beauty.
I witnessed the rain of moments That provoked me to think again in mystic houses we are tenants Willingly or unwillingly, love is slain Education has thought us everything, Everything but love, The tune divine to sing, Reaching from above. Bearing love with care Actually forsaking it gently Making love so bare Fictionally picturing it bluntly As flowers bloom It seems soon Love will prevail Undoing the wail
As I suppose, you are so much great at using the suitable words while writing. I have considered the flower as a person that I began to have feelings for and it was a strange sensibility that occured in the deaper place in my heart. I do thank you very well. I promised myself I would, if God permits it, read a poem in a day. I'm here. I'm honoured if you want to have a conversation.
As I suppose, you are so much great at using the suitable words while writing. I have considered the flower as a person that I began to have feelings for and it was a strange sensibility that occured in the deaper place in my heart. I do thank you very well.
I love flowers too and they can bring us great joy. I hope that you have a whole garden of flowers. Their blossoms don't last too long. Perhaps the thought will linger even though the blossom fades away or a poem such as yours is left in their place.
A special flower of a poem, indeed! Thanks to the poet for this beautiful, lovely piece!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love dr... u v done a very nice poem...charming fresh well done cheers