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The Traveler and The Rose

A strange blue rose - alone
midst an array of clustered flowers -
a few of them her friends -
the shy violets, lovely white lilies, and bold marigolds.
In the gracious garden spot the traveler singled her out -
his gaze resting admiringly upon her.
Each day as he passed that spot,
she was the one he sought. . . 

And day by day the traveler came around,
speaking through the fence softly in sweet sounds
that wafted her way with the wind.
Persistent wasp, in guise of a honeybee,
he tried so hard to wear that flower down. . . 
till unexpectedly, he strode right through the gate,
and blissfully ignorant of a rose's care,
plucked her up, swept her high up into the air,
and uprooted that blue rose from her safe soil.

But he did not a gardener make.
Knowing nothing of roses,
he knew very little of any flower he pursued.
Moreover, one mere blue rose cannot long compete
with the other bright fanciful flowers
which, along that traveler's path, he was sure to meet.

Those soft whispered words
that caressed her blossomed cheek
soon ceased.
And the water to her soul (if a rose has a soul,
he did not care to know), stopped its flow. 
Scars he left -
new thorns on her stem that grew outward
from his cruel cut, 
but she'd go on. . . . 

Long time replanted now in solid refuge ground,
the strange blue rose
has gained self-understanding,
that one thing for himself (she imagines)
which the traveler she so briefly knew
has never found.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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I Am A Street Flower

When the edge of the sun rises above the horizon I sway with silent elegance in the meadow of your heart You'd pick up all scattered petals from dusty pages of the past And there you find my concealed love It is then that you recall the untainted colours of the vow forgotten truths, and everlasting Us It is there where you blow softly your Spring breezes in gardens of fragrant nights So that in a tomorrow,this unpretentious margarita would dawn its glow once more in those amorous deep-set eyes It falls untamed,innocent and pure like a child's dream in the tight-pull of your never leaving arms
Just a note- I always wished to be a domesticated Rose,but somehow I know I will always be a daisy The description of the Daisy flower through Andrea's link The Daisy -Beauty,Innocence,Love,I will never tell,purity. Not for the contest,but inspired by the running contest of Andrea Deitrich 'I am a flower'.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015

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I AM A WATER LILY When blue skies kiss whisper and queer ripples quiver... I drink on sun rays and bathe from falling rain, I stand there afloat: graceful and reserve. From pink petals shimmer, I flush also a moonlit snow, honeyed aroma I puff and puff chasing wind curves thrilling some senses, awakening some nerves! Upon gush and waves of bursting rainbow colors, I lay atop, my rhizomes rise, they waft.... Around my roots are croaking frogs and slimy eels, they thrive for I supply their daily meals. Day by day in my life, I live to be pure, my heart beckons heaven yet my roots down here... Even if currents trample me and storms blow me, upon seas and oceans, I trip like a sailing ship but upon force, upon wonders I shall abide giving my everything-- my best white shots! _____________________________________________________ Note: Rhizomes - a horizontal plant stem with shoots above and roots below serving as a reproductive structure ~~WATER LILY ---purity of heart ~~ Sponsor Andrea Dietrich Contest Name Picture Yourself as a Flower! Placed 5th... O.E. GUILLERMO 10:29 am, May 05, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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One moist patch, like dewy grass,
surrounded by a field of weeds,
emerges first and breathes at last, 
through openings, the air it needs.
Cut off from, and cut off of;
counting on, and counting in;
from down below, to up above - 
A smack on tender, crimson skin.
	There is a pulse.

One spring bud, like seedling stems,
surrounded by a garden wall,
is standing out from all of them, 
despite the fact, they're just as tall.
And though the bud has not yet grown,
the soil and the water see
more than just the seed they've sewn.
They see the flower it will be.
	There is a pulse.

One tall stem, like climbing vines,
surrounded by its petals' plumes,
shares its elegant designs,
and stretches as it blooms.
And when the wind begins to call,
the flower spreads it's pollen 'round.
It falls in love, and loves in fall,
and falling love renews the ground.
	There is a pulse.

Copyright © John Taylor | Year Posted 2010

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You'll Find Me

Mountain melt trickles a pure innocence
ever closer to her fluent destiny
with each lingering kiss from the sun
Wooded embankments overflow 
the ancient river starts to grow
and faster and faster she 
pushes her way downstream

Here is where you'll find me
on the side of the bend
at the base of a mighty oak
arising from a seed
splashes falling all around
quenching my need
my need to be free
pushing me to bloom

Here is where you'll find me
growing    if only for you
waiting patiently for your soft touch
hoping your wings might
brush beside me
as you momentarily flutter by
hoping you take
a little peek inside of me
inside the place I carry
the fruits that nourish life
for generations to flourish
and for happiness to thrive

Here is where I'll stand
in the sun and in the night
watching over you
and your glorious flight
swaying with the summer breeze
brightening up the bend
and being true to the ever end

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016

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The Succulent Flower

Do you wish to taste 
the succulent flower 
as she grows, anxious, in the garden? 
Morning’s blush arouses 
her soft pink petals 
and they become warm and moist with dew 
A sweet musky scent fills the air 
It calls to you 
and you cannot resist 
Her sultry aroma 
holds the promise 
of unabashed ecstasy 
She blooms 
open and eager 
beneath you 
She is ready to be exposed 
You brush against her petals 
and she quivers 
with anticipation 
You caress her 
for she is inviting 
Velvet smooth perfection 
She is yours to possess 
You reach for her 
and take her 
You hold her close against you 
And for a brief moment 
she is all you know 
She is a prize, 
your prize, 
to be put in her place 
You display her 
so others will know your worth 
Sadly, she sits alone 
in her vase, 
withered and undesired

Copyright © lisa verdon | Year Posted 2007

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I'm a Little Flower

I’m a little flower
Being seared by the sun
My petals are now wilting
My life is almost done

I’m a little flower
My colors are fading fast
I’m parched to the core
And yet you move on passed

You water other flowers
Little sprinkles you give me
While I struggle to hold on
My beauty for you to see

I’m a little flower
That you once called divine
Now you have lost interest
I’m no longer glorious...fine

I’m a little flower
You’ve neglected for a while
But I’m still struggling on
Longing to see your smile…

I’m a little flower
This is my final plea
Remember my first bloom
Promise to revive me

Oh, water me, my love
My petals now caress
I’ll open as before
unfurled by tenderness

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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I Am A Wildflower

Out in the open meadow 
Swaying in the breeze
I am a wildflower 
Living a life of ease

The seed from which I grew 
Was blown here by the wind
It landed on the earth 
And that was my beginning

I am watered by the rain 
And fed by the earth
Each of them is dear to me
My life depends on both

I have two faithful friends
Who come to visit me
One is a pretty butterfly
The other is a honeybee

I feed them with my nectar
And then they fly away
I tell them to come back
On another day

I am bathed by the sunshine
Which makes my colours glow
It keeps me nice and warm
And also helps me grow 

My beauty is free for all to see
Even a little child
I love the life I am living
I enjoy being free and wild

wildflower - a flower that grows wild and free

I have added three more verses: (verses 4,5,6)
I had removed them to meet the contest requirements.

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015

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In summer my garden comes alive
as graceful butterflies make it home.
Peacocks with vivid colours flit
from blossom to blossom

Busily working gathering nectar
pollinating as they go on to next
flower. All so pretty I love them all
visiting my climbing rambling roses.

Red Admirals, Swallow tails and monarchs
adding swathes of brilliant colour
chased by Skippers and Orange tips
as each one vies for one more bloom.

While Gatekeepers and Clouded Yellows
delicately sip from my hibiscus.
A cloud of Fritillary's descend on stocks
and Painted Ladies mock the sweet peas.

A drone of bumble bees sets the tune
for Tortoiseshells to dance to.
Purple Emperors set the scene
as they visit my asters and begonia's.

Ah! sweet summer flowers, all
are kissed by Comma's  and Coppers
bringing my garden to life
with joy as they all busily work

written 08/12/2015
contest Skat's  Butterflies

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2015

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My hummingbird found me
A cactus i used to be
Instead she wrapped around me
she kissed my deep buried heart
Rose petals surround me
All around me 
All around me 
I am a dancing flower now
Dancing On the beats 
Of her cute fluttering sound...

Copyright © ANKIT DEDHA | Year Posted 2014

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As she spread her crest, sweet fumes filled the air.
From a humble bud, she turned to a beautiful red rose,
Ripe enough to make a garden of its own.
With her scent, insects flew,
Tempted to taste its sweet milky bottom.
That's what happens when a flower blooms!

Copyright © Flora Mae Gudez | Year Posted 2014

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The purple angel facing the sun, so fair to look upon
has a tenacious grip on the moors; it roots secured.
With its head held high, it sways at ease in the breeze;
yet for puncturing thorns, surely, it will be scorned.

Never trained for battles, its winter seed pods rattle
defying each foe, flowering even in spring's white snow.
Its sharp spines bring tears, pricks equals to a sharp spear
to Scotia a dauntless brave, for their land was saved!  
Like a woman defending her virtue, to any, she is bold to face,
yet, the angel as a lion-heart. Her words full of art, 
bloom despite the pain, a greater beauty she attains.
Where ever she may live, this heavenly thistle will thrive.

This humble weed will prosper in the rich faithful soil she seeds
before the sun she and Royal Scotland have plighted their troth
***Inspired by the painting Thistle in a Field, by Fidelia Bridges  1875

__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
January 19, 2015

~~This a late post because I have no internet connection for almost 5 days...

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2016

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I Am Your Flower

Bleed me red like love, but don't make me cry 

Drink my shades of rose, and take in every sigh 

Raise me to the sun, I need to feel the warmth 

I am your flower, take me in, give me worth 

Words by: Mystic 
Photo by: Demetrios 

Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2016

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Nature's Art

Mother Nature took her paint brush,
and eloquently tipped each petal
With a multitude of glorious colors.
She awoke the morning sun and coaxed
the pedals to greet the morning rays.
She dropped, droplets of morning dew,
watching the moss green carpet
stretch to catch each  drop.
She painted nature's floral bouquet,
and they happily, danced in the breeze.
Her landscape, soon became a work of art.
A scenic wonder, that soon brought the bees,
Who busily, flew from flower to flower 
tasting each, nectar filled blossom.
They happily flew to the hive and back,
Bringing excitement over the floral find.
The flowers continued to flourish under,
the fine painters hand.

Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2011

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A Letter To Rose

A Letter To Rose

Hello Rose,

I know that you have questions and have missed me as much as I am missing you. I do not like excuses, but there really is a good reason for my infrequent visits. Of course there are others like Tulip and Lillie to whom I give my attention;but you know that I treasure and favor you above all other flowers in my garden.

I know that this summer has been very hard on you, but there’s nothing I can do. As you know, we have been in a drought for the past three years and counting. My once green lawn that must now tolerate brown, is longing for more water; but the authorities require that we water lawns and gardens only twice a week.

I know how you must feel, and I am so sorry to have to treat you this  way.
It hurts me that I can’t smell your sweet fragrance nor feast on your  loveliness. Your beautiful colors no longer embrace my front yard; nor do  they grace my living room.

However,  the weather people are predicting a wet winter that could improve things. I hope so, because I will cut back your branches, allowing you to grow new ones.  And come late Winter and early Spring, you will burst force in splendor and elegance.
11072015 ( PS Contest, Second Chance, by Broken Wings")

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

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The blissful flower landed on the earthly dirt
And rooted its seeds on the bosom of mankind.
The flower blooms only in fruitful pure heart
Which grazes its petals like one hungry hind.

Virtues are the atoms of God, the holiest one.
The more we attain it, the more we appear near
To Him, His being, Virtues and godliness anon
As our soul drenches with immortal holy tear.

The earthy flower blooms, dies in perched air
With a fragrance that melts, melts, melts away.
But the fragrant flower of Virtue is always fair,
Its fragrance rises towards heavenly stairway.

Copyright © Osman Gani | Year Posted 2011

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Go ahead; grab a gander at our grandeur
Our smooth, sweet, smelling, smorgasbord
Of colorful carpet comprised of countless creations 
Of nature’s naturally nurtured niceties’

Skip, jump, tumble, roll, wrestle
You are welcome…rest your bodies 
In the cool heat of the spring sunlight of our sustenance

Its rays radiate radicals necessary for us flowers
To freely, flourish, fruitfully…

See our gentle stamens extend themselves 
Inviting and enjoying the buzzing of bees company
We are alive in our soil, our intricate roots feast on rich minerals

Oh, wondrous nature creates our effects of beauty, comfort, and seducing sedation, just for you to take a rest. 

If you enjoy us often, you may have the good fortune of awakening amidst a sun shower, the final ingredients of two parts hydrogen and one part oxygen which nature gives us to ensure our multitudes multiply for your pleasure.  Hey, did you catch that double rainbow?

                                                                                      Sunshine Williams

Copyright © jill spagnola | Year Posted 2015

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I became some flowers in a magazine -
someone's made up fantasy...

In turn, there was a loco, a station-master,
and a boy watering the flowers.

I loved the part where I was watered,
for I had not drunk for days,
and I relished the water going down my stalks
and into earth below.

Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015

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The Flower

Wither and die,
Said I, to the flower,
Your purpose in life is what?

To beautify,
To beautify the land?
Inquired I of the flower,
Would that be your reason for existence?

Wither and die,
Commanded I to the flower,
Should your beauty forever live?

Answer me!
Pleaded I to the flower,
What has your destiny shown?

Should your beauty thrive?
Should your beauty thrive forever?
Wondered I of the flower,
Or should the Earth wither and crumble?

Wither and die I shall,
Said the flower to me,
Should I live forever, only you may know.

Copyright © Maygin Creekmore | Year Posted 2011

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Devil looks in the mirror

Sin is what covers the devil's skin... lies on his grin that hides from within. Evil that drips from his 
chin... grows a flower from the soil deep within a cloud from hell. Growing a flower with an evil 
scent, turns the soil in a cloud darker then ever... making our grey skies that we have today.

Copyright © Anderson Torres | Year Posted 2010

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Little People

I live with my friends in their garden,
known as Moonshine I lead the fairies
as we tend to the flowers and plants
dusting them with a magical potion.

At full moon we have a special party
to which come the gnomes and pixies.
Not forgetting the mischievous elves
looking so dainty in costumes green.

We have a wild time sipping elderflower
or maybe raspberry wine with biscuits.
Grumpy hides away while the others
make merry as Snow White dances.

As day breaks and rays of sunshine
beam down its time to now depart.
We curl up together on luscious ferns,
and whisper exchanging fairy gossip.

Laughing as we remember the odd kiss
snatched by those cheeky elves.
Setting down happily in our garden
that blooms in great abundance.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2016

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The Flower And The Weed

The weed is jealous looking over to next door,
                       that pleasant flower whose most adored.
It eyes the style and mimics through its bloom
                       but there was only room for one to groom.
The clippers controlled by human hands
                       Decided first who was meant to leave the land.
The weed did fear for he only wanted love
                       But clipped away and jumped afar above.

Copyright © brittany martin | Year Posted 2008

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Then and Now

I use to be a flower 
that sprouted from a seed
The soil as my mothers womb
through fertile flesh to feed

The bees are dear beloved
attracted by my scent
They carry strife but still remain
Resourceful and content

I've many brothers and sisters
that starve before the rain
Kidnapped and beaten by the heat
wishing death more than pain

I gave praise to the firmament
to open up the sea
The waters fell and gave the weak
the strength that of a tree

I use to be a flower 
that sprouted from a seed
The soil as my mothers womb
through fertile flesh to feed 

The children now are not content
a mandrake of a seed
That nature neglected as an
antagonistic weed
The soil as my mothers womb
through fertile flesh to bleed

Copyright © Johnny Sumler | Year Posted 2006

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Life Surrounded by Death

The black sand,
On the land of death
Is the only thing
That made the flower stand,

This flower is living while dying
it's smiling while crying
it's living surrounded by death
it's feeling happy while feeling depressed
it's seeing darkness while seeing light
it's living day while living night
it's living everyday waiting for tomorrow
it's praying for God to feel no more sorrow
looking up and never looking down
listening to its soul and no other sound
flying in the sky while standing on the ground
watering itself by tears of angels
that fall all around...

Copyright © farah chamma | Year Posted 2006

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Our plight

We're so strong, so many
Beautiful and bright
We bring no harm
Loving sunlight
But were labelled 
We're slaughtered
A consistent bother

The others are nurtured
given all they need
Something to be proud of
They no nothing but greed

But We are poisoned, torn apart
As if we are nothing and haven't hearts
Someone named us when we were born
Since then we've been nothing but scorned

We stand up tall but inside we are crying
We're not the carnation or the rose,
We are the dandelion

Copyright © Tanis Troutman | Year Posted 2016

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the flower blooms 
with innocent hue
waltzes in fantasy

then, a messy rain 
catches a glimpse 
of its softness, ‘til

it blushes away…
and withers alone 
in a pang of guilt

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007