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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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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In a beautiful butterfly,
Your face comes so true to me.

Through a pretty butterfly
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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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God made a beatous garden
With lovely flowers strown,
But one straight, narrow pathway
That was not overgrown.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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The same leaves over and over again!
They fall from giving shade above
To make one texture of faded brown
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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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On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time.
But it is never lost, my lord.
Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands.
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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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We're flowers that bloom in the snow of winter
Flowers that are stronger than we think we are

Flowers that see what's up ahead
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We're flowers that bloom in the snow
Flowers make me feel at home
I'm not sad, I'm alone
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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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