Flower Poems

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
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And death shall have no dominion.
Dead man naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
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COME away, come away, death,
   And in sad cypres let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
   I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
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A dented spider like a snow drop white
On a white Heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of lifeless satin cloth -
Saw ever curious eye so strange a sight? -
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Everything on the earth bristled, the bramble
pricked and the green thread
nibbled away, the petal fell, falling
until the only flower was the falling itself.
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A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said 'I've a pretty rose tree,'
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I am a little purple flower
My petals so extremely small
I 've stood in the grass for many an hour
Enjoying a breeze most of all
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Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it
droop and drop into the dust.

I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of
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I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth --
Assorted characters of death and blight
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All all and all the dry worlds lever,
Stage of the ice, the solid ocean,
All from the oil, the pound of lava.
City of spring, the governed flower,
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The beautiful, the fair, the elegant,
Is that which pleases us, says Kant,
Without a thought of interest or advantage.
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Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.
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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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Nature is beautiful
nature is fun
love it or hate it
nature is something to love
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Cover mine eyes, O my Love!
Mine eyes that are weary of bliss
As of light that is poignant and strong
O silence my lips with a kiss,
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In the light of the silent stars that shine on the struggling sea,
In the weary cry of the wind and the whisper of flower and tree,
Under the breath of laughter, deep in the tide of tears,
I hear the Loom of the Weaver that weaves the Web of Years.
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A tree's leaves may be ever so good,
So may its bar, so may its wood;
But unless you put the right thing to its root
It never will show much flower or fruit.
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You and me
Me and you
Flower-bee
Grass and dew.
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not of silver nor of coral,
but of weatherbeaten laurel.

Here, he introduced a sea
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In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips, I ascended the holy mountain and spoke unto God,
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A Favorite white rose, living now, a flower!
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A flower stands
on a tree's
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Ability of this lovely flower! Beauty of this peaceful garden of love;
Questions and answers along the line,
Under the romance of nature! ! !
Able to see the light of the truth and, to water this flower with love.
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Precious flower sitting in a buttonhole like a rabbit in a bolthole
Won't you show your face in the moonlight tonight?
Precious flower how do I garden, now winter has turned up its collar
Precious flower how do I garden, now summer has turned its back on me
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You are the flower of benevolence
Who bloomed the little flowers
You are the flower of wisdom
Who discovered the Mystics of our kingdom
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A Real Flower

A real flower always remains a flower,
It dances with breeze and lives
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We'll be coming around the Mountain Top when she comes.
We'll be coming around the Mountain Top when she comes.
We'll be singing Hallelujah to God when she comes.
We'll be singing Hallelujah to God when she comes.
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There is a Red Flower far away! !
Far away from me;
But the aroma of this flower reaches me over here,
Over here in my land.
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A Flower Is Relatively Small
Georgia O'Keeffe, Artist & now Poetess
Poem based on the artist writing.
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A new flower has blossomed-

Hither to unknown flower that is. Perhaps, at some point in time a few sages, a few saints would have described about that flower. But no one had an experience of that flower so far. By and large people are not heedful to sages and saints, is it not? Geniuses, intellectuals are not at all aware of that flower. That is a nameless and creedless flower and that was not touched by any religion.
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