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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Night funeral
In Harlem:

Where did they get
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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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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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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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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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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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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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Without you every morning would feel like going back to work after a holiday,
Without you I couldn't stand the smell of the East Lancs Road,
Without you ghost ferries would cross the Mersey manned by skeleton crews,
Without you I'd probably feel happy and have more money and time and
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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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God made a beatous garden
With lovely flowers strown,
But one straight, narrow pathway
That was not overgrown.
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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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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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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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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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'Tis said that when
The hands of men
Tamed this primeval wood,
And hoary trees with groans of woe,
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As we are so wonderfully done with each other
We can walk into our separate sleep
On floors of music where the milkwhite cloak of childhood lies
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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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Her kisses
Are beaming, Her kisses
Are beaming
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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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Flowers are growing in the south this time of year.
lovely flowers.
opening their pedals showing their love.
window to the growing plants from sunlight which spreads them open.
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flowers bloom then fade I fear
in season passed on roadside seen
in spring bloom life is evergreen
but winter falls flowers disappear;
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When the old man told him the price of the seeds…the farmer shook his head.
"You won't be sorry…trust me….these are magic seeds." The old man said.

"The flowers that grow from these seeds will make a beautiful and varied array…
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i have written with
so much sincerity and you know that.

it need not be the kind of open sincerity
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