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Memories Of Grandma

I am reminded of... the days I would watch her work 
in her flower garden for hours at a time
I am reminded of... the days she would take me by my
hand and say come along help grandma
I am reminded of... me carrying my little bucket along
to help her water all  of her flowers
I am reminded of... The smiles that would cover grandma's 
face when new flowers would be blooming
I am reminded of... sitting on the bench with her and watching 
the butterflies fluttering amongst the flowers
I am reminded of... The birds singing their happy songs as they 
flew around the flower garden
I am reminded of... the wind drifting by us and the fragrance of
the flowers floating all around us
I am reminded of...our walks back from the flower garden and 
our talks along the path back to her house
I am reminded of...how much I miss her everytime I smell these 
beautiful flowers that still grow in her flower garden

In Loving Memory of my Grandmother
Helen Lyvine (Fosnaught) Myers

Entry: 5th Poem on the Soup for P.D.'s contest
12th Place winner

Copyright © Carol Sunshine Brown

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ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

Copyright © VICTOR BUN

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When the Lavender Returns

As cold as ice
Wrapped round your brain
And darkness unfolds
You’re breathing in pain

It’s been freezing here   
In this Land of Shattered Dreams 
It’s been freezing here 
This corrupted winter stings 

It’s been freezing here  		
(Où est la Lavande?)
Your body can’t stay warm  	
(Où est la Lavande?)
 It’s been freezing here  		
(Où est la Lavande?)
This cruel and criminal storm  	
(Où est la Lavande?)

But don’t give up
Don’t despair
Taste the hope 
Floating through the air

When the lavender returns
It’ll warm your frozen bones
Vivid violet clothes
In their candy overtones

When the lavender returns
It’ll race across the land
Rebel flower grows
In the palm of your free hand

If you look out your window
The ground’s parched and bare
If you call for your lover
She’s no longer there
If you ponder your life
Well, it feels like a wreck
And your failures are scars
You can never forget

As leaves turn brown
Sky fades to grey
You’re feeling the drought
The end of the day

It’s been lonely here
In this World of Fallen Souls
It’s been lonely here
With nowhere left to go

But don’t give up
Don’t despair
Taste the hope 
Floating through the air 

When the lavender returns
It’ll warm your frozen bones
Vivid violet clothes
In their candy overtones 

When the lavender returns   	
(Où est la Lavande?)
It’ll race across the land 	         
(Où est la Lavande?)
Rebel flower grows  			
(Où est la Lavande?)
In the palm of your free hand   	
(Où est la Lavande?)

When the lavender returns    	
(Où est la Lavande?)
It’ll warm your frozen bones   	
(Où est la Lavande?)
Vivid violet clothes  			 
(Où est la Lavande?)
In their candy overtones  		 
(Où est la Lavande?)

Copyright © Catman Cohen

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Echoes Of The Heart



O' where O' where does my Spring flower bloom........ ~ Chardonnay sips at midnight upon the fires warm glow her face lit in flickering beauty as my hand followed each curve delicate and slow A reunion of two hearts with echoing beauty behold I reminisce in silent murmurs within my heart aglow One year to the day in frantic thoughts I search my loving poetic fortress again and again I yearn ~ O' where O' where does my Spring flower bloom........ A reunion of two hearts with echoing beauty behold I reminisce in silent murmurs within my heart aglow O' where O'where..........

Copyright © Rick Parise

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SCENT OF SUMMER MEMORIES

We've had a glorious season of summer
Love's warmth shinned on you and me
And everyday was a beauty bright
As far as the eyes could see

Flowers showed off their fragrant bloom
The sun's rays were like a symphony 
Summer breeze set a vacation mood 
And blew work's ambition to apathy

But now the leaves have begun to fall
And cooler nights are all in vogue
The consistency of summer's heat
Has all but fully gone rogue 

So, one by one the flower blooms fade
Until only a lone rose petal remains
I breath in the scent of summer memories
Lingering in the moment of season's change

Contest: Kelly's "End Of Summer"
Date: 8-31-14
Poet: Lyric Man

Copyright © Lyric Man

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Welcome 2013

Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome. 
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome. 
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.

Copyright © Roman Chebukin

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A paper Rose

Who named the rose the flower of Love?

Or is it the flower of passion  or maybe undying lust?

Was there anyone who wasn't pricked by its  thorns?

Wasn't there  anyone who wasn't fooled by its beauty?

Wasn't there ever a wife who tasted the salt of  her tears

to the betrayal of a husband's lover?

Wasn't there ever a lover who  opened the diary of life

to find the wrinkled red petal of years still in waiting

What is the rose,except the scent of imagination

choking  with the  fragrance of never be mine

What's in a name?Who is the rose?Who baptised this flower?

the flower of seasons,the flower who lives in the rough 

hiding its nakedness of pain in delicate and strong

All a rose ever will be is a  birthed  flower which breeze in the  feeling of 

'You are so special' till you realise,all that you have in your hand is,was

                              A  PAPER   ROSE.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop

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The Rose

What is love unless it blooms
With that sweet fragrance lingering in the air
The beauty and passion unfolding reveals a scentual pleasure
You feel the calling as your body craves just a touch
The soft tenderness and beauty which speaks a truth
There is just nothing quite like a rose...

Edward J Ebbs - August 6, 2012
Inspired by contest - NA

Copyright © Edward Ebbs

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What be this disease

What be this disease?

What be this disease?
This love of foolish power
What happens to the flower
That makes the bud to freeze
What be this ugly greed
What virus causes this
When mind gets filled with foolishness
Can you tell me what this is?

I’ve seen it many times before
When ambition takes the stand
Me, I cannot understand
And I won’t forever more
The way the manner changes
As the bucks come pouring in
And old friends start to vanish
Cause I don’t need to win.

What be this disease
This greed and lust for power
From all this din and horror
The bud can never flower
Why is it then, when friends get rich
Their manner turns all sour.

When happiness all fades away
Because of one’s success
Well I really must confess
Yes, I really have to say
It really has me puzzled
Because success for me
Is being filled with happiness
And this is how I be.

2 November 2013 @ 0515hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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laughing

My heart shakes with joy,
My cheeks sheen superbly,
My eyes stressing out,
When i hold no gloom.

I set my life at a save pace,
Everything around at peace,
An unexpensive feedback to life,
In turn an addition to live.

Copyright © janet muthoni

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My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.




Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

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Nature's Sigh

The Black butterfly waves away her adorations
All she seeks is seclusion, subsuming slave to mortification
The Dear Air is all she can breath, captive of imaginary dreams
The Beacon resonates, but the hope isolates
The Wasteland's silky fingers caressing the virgin's face

So she is now, the covet of the damned
Programmed to every victim's pain
Carrying the weight of every sorrow
Drowning in wrongs she does not know
But paradise is at loss; she must go

Nature sighs after the bite
All my hopes fading
Don't look at me with those sorrowful eyes
How do you know exactly what I'm feeling?
I'm just the ghost flower passing by
And you can hear nature's sigh

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen

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In Bloom

Written July 29, 2013


The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before

Copyright © Brandon Carter

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In The Rain

Written June 6, 2013


The preacher read the gospel
And we sank into our tears
Tearing down the curtain
We've been behind for all these years

A baby leaves its mother
An angel drops its wings
Leave me bound against the wall
Dangling by a string

Sitting by the window
Hoping she'll remember me
Sitting by the window
Contemplating memories

Resolve your inhibitions
And you'll find me in the garden
Where the flowers drink champagne
And God is in the rain

Copyright © Brandon Carter

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THOUGH NOTHING CAN BRING BACK THE HOUR OF SPLENDOUR IN THE GRASS, OF GLORY IN THE FLOWER

Morning comes with downpour of dazzling dew
That sits on leaves of grass, petals of the flower
And with splendour and glory stains them anew.
Beauty of Eternal image shrinks into finite Hour.

The cruel ray of Sun quivers the grass, the leaves
And the dews suddenly vaporize and flutter away
Like the scattered flying bees of broken beehives.
The parting dew yields to dreary mechanical day.

Though nothing, nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower
Yet tomorrow Dew will return with the downpour
Of splendours and glories of the heavenly power.	

Copyright © Osman Gani

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Almaz Made The Flowers Arrange-

As I did gaze upon her for the first time as she labored in small shop in what appeared to be 
a hole in a wall that open into this place where she did work all day. Almaz was an Ethiopian 
beauty with gorges reddish color hair which was filled with big curly locks that seem to flow 
into an endless chasm of never ending twist and turns, with a smile that seem to light up that 
tiny little room. A rare beauty was she to behold, elegant yet graceful and humble in her 
soul…as I did watch her as she did strategically place each flower by hand one by one and 
with each gentile twist or turn of her soft golden tone skin colored hands until a work of art 
was form inside of each vase that they did adorn.  

Sometimes the vases were made of glass or maybe of some type of fine cultivated stone …
but each one that was made to become a work of art made to express someone else’s 
declared love or concern for a love of family member or even the lost of an unrequited love 
and she did do her best to express their thoughts with the arrangement made from the heart. 
With her beautiful brown eye’s that seem to tell a story of a pain and a deep love for her 
family… that she displayed with each piece of work that she did make. With each day of hard 
work in this small shop where she toiled all day in her endless attempt to repay her family 
for a debt that she so desperately wanted to repay…for it was the love of her father that had 
brought Almaz the flower arranger to this place. 

So many people do take the love of their family for granted, but… no not this lady…no not 
this lady…no not her ever, not even for a second in a day. Almaz made the flowers arrange 
all day, all for a debt of love that she wanted to repay. Little did she know that it was already 
repaid in full… with a father’s silent pray of love to see his daughter in a place where her 
dreams could blossom in the promise land, were no Kings are crowned or Queens ruled, but 
in this place of commoners were freedom was born to rule. Were even the poorest of men 
could rise to the highest office in the land. Truly your father has completed his arrangement 
in the vase with the most beautiful flower that he could find to place it in for the whole world 
to see, Almaz you are that flower that completes his arrangement.

Copyright © Jay Anderson-Taylor

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PRECIOUS FLOWER

Life is a flower, given to you
Take care of it for it lays in your hands
Don't ignore her needs for survival
Water her day by day, let her grow deeper into the soil
Weed some of the unwanted plants
That may choke her, and then dies as she struggles for life
Prone some of the branches
Remove the dry leafs with care and kindness
Let her know nature since nature is her mother
Never let her grow alone, for she needs the company of others
As she begins to blossom, you'll know that she has matured with your love 
Life is a flower, don't break her since you can't make another
Life is a precious flower, give her the care she needs.

Copyright © ENOCK SANG

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The Busy Bees Life

The busy bee carried the nector
From one flower to another
Moved her exhausted wings, struggled like Hector
She fall, but she shall die but not serve the Queen mother

But today was so bizarre
She was the only one working hard
She saw a bee sitting on a flower smoking a cigar
And a servant bee, in a Jaguar car

"What is going on?" she said
Many questions were in her head
When she returned home, all bees were in bed
"Oh, no one is working" she said

Bees were not eating honey but bread
"I am going to tell the Queen" she said
She went to the Queen's room, with a heavy head
"Oh" the Queen was with a servant bee in bed

"What do you want , you idiot bee?"
"Busy bees I can no longer see"
"Are you dump? Today is free"
"A vocation, can't you see?"

The bee woke up with a heavy head
"Oh, what a nightmare" she sadly said

Copyright © Ahmad Magdy

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The ode to my wilting Flower

Little sibling don't you weep
We'll be together again some day
Close your eyes;go to sleep
It'll all soon be o.k
The longing for you stabbed me deep
Very soon I'll be on your way...
For us to be together like the old golden days
Now don't you fear,don't you cry,wipe those tears off your face
I have th faith that everything will soon go back to place
Mama wants you to be an ace
Make her smile;prove the world that you're not a broken vase
Face the sky, worship God
He's our most devoted guard
United or apart we will forever be...
Part of our family
With our blood in pain
Together,we will surely stop this rain
And all of us will once again
Live in harmony in our torn domain
Aunt, mom, our cousins and dad
Always wanted us to have the life they never had
Their past was very sad
But they brought us up well, for that,we must be glad
Thou the family is torn apart
The hope for a better future will never leave my heart
Aunt always said:"The good day will come"
So let's be on the guard for the rise of that morning's sun.
 
-----------
S. Nuno Pereira
nun3ca©

Copyright © Stefanus Nuno Pereira

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This Yellow Rose

This Yellow Rose


This yellow Rose you see right here
In all it’s golden splendour
Be such a precious work of art
And greets ones eyes so tender
Yet next to you, my crystal Rose
There’s naught on earth that grows, and glows
It Could compare, not ever!

This yellow Rose you see right now
It be so tender sweet
It gives a soft glow to my heart
That makes me feel complete
Yet next to you, my tender flower
This Rose could never have the power
That you have, no, no, never!

This Rose that does before you grow
It’s beauty surely makes one glow
And yet, my darling, this I know
Your beauty doth outshine this Rose.

This yellow Rose, you see before you
Would make each dreamer sigh
The essence of it’s tenderness
Just leaves me feeling high
Yet next to you my precious one
I’d have to say, all said and done
There’s nothing that could you, out glow.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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10 Reactions to Flower Petals

The world quickly dissipates in your hand
and petals droop solemnly without forgiveness.

Here, a woman’s hope is crushed 
Because of one malicious rose
And the lonely dandelion
You plucked at seven 
without heart,
who loved you not,
haunts you threateningly in your gut,
lying. 

Copyright © Alexandra Espeset

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Guilt Will Wilt The Sweetest Flower

Guilt will wilt the sweetest flower,
Cause the very sun to glower,
Though the skies their tears may shower.
Guilt will wilt the sweetest flower.

Shame will tame the lion's power,
Make the boldest warrior cower,
Turn the taste of triumph sour.
Guilt will wilt the sweetest flower.

For each mister, miss, or madam,
Son or lover— this is so.
In the Bible Eve and Adam
Did discover long ago...

That guilt will wilt the sweetest flower,
Steal the pleasure from the hour,
Even in the greenest bower—
Guilt will wilt the sweetest flower.


– Harley White  

< 1987 >

Copyright © Harley White

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and I will come

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/ 
when the fall gives its rights/ 
to the winter/
you know I will come/
for good or for bad/
I’ll board the train/
Passing by / stations/ and countries/
I promised/ and I remember/
You said “there’s no fortuitous meetings/

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When you’ll lose the trace/
When my firmest snickers/ wipe out/
I will/ I will come…
Unexpectedly/ knowing solely the door/
Just the road / for sure/
Before/ take you I’ll ask/
“are you ready to go?” / 
You are ready/ I know/
All the noise doesn’t matter/
I don’t haste/ will be later/

…I will come.
When it finally turns out/
That November is overthrown by December/
When the first snow falls down/
Will be clear/ that nobody is remembered/ 

And I will come…
Somewhere in chest/ between ribs/
You slashed me/ with thoughts/ 
I can feel it with lips/ crawling under my cloths/
Our world is alive/ our life/ we’re alike/
And I….

I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When the death is changed into fate/
When the winter gives up/ 
To wait/ for spring/
to stay with shining sun/
I will come.

Copyright © Ilya Emelin

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Flowers on the Moon

Flowers on the moon
I got you
Feet are in the water
The sun is down
Nothings on my mind
All is well
Feeling peaceful 
With no one around

I thought that you saw me
But you turned away

There's no reason
A reason to cry
An old man told me
Never to worry
Time is always
Going to be hard
There's no distance
A distance to far

Then you saw me
You turned around

Flowers on the moon
I got you
Smiles never ending 
Its nothing new
I could tell you
Any thing
These days
May never end

Never ending
Never ending

Copyright © Isaac Osterhout

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Flower of Darkness

Ride on silver, ride on
To the grave...and beyond
Ride on silver, ride on
To the grave...and beyond
To the land of the brave/
The saved
 
Fly on birdie, fly on
To the sun...and beyond
Fly on birdie, fly on
To the sun...and beyond
To your loved one
The undone
 
Don't dance with the flower of darkness
Angel of the night
Steal your soul
Then rob the day of light
This incarnation of carnal desire
Burns, burns, burns!
 
She sells laughter
She sells fun
She sells white dreams
The market in springtime
Sells flower and willow
Primrose for your bed pillow
 
Don't dance with the flower of darkness
Angel of the night
Steal your soul
Then rob the day of light
This incarnation of carnal desire
Burns, burns, burns!

Copyright © Zhish Kebab

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Lavender

Today is lavender in sunshine,
But the scent of flowers is not as strong
As night of not a moon. 
Then it was overwhelming,
As if all the flowers had come out
To happy darkened play.
Their scent was oh so pungent,
And lavender beat them all.

Copyright © Julia Ward

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Wildflowers


Gently dancing in the sun
Wildflowers grow;
they bloom,
are gone.

With no thoughts,they have no cares;
Yet their lives are gentle prayers.
May I walk in such a way
That I am alive to this day.

So I see with widening view,
And joy and sorrows embrace too.
Then my time will come like yours...
And of us nothing shall endure.

As to the earth our bodies go,
All are one;it shall be so

Copyright © Catherine Prose

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The Tansy and the Tarragon

The tansy and the tarragon are sprouting in the lawn;
I can smell their pungent fragrance in the dewy after-dawn.
The crocus and the daffodils are prancing up the hill;
their dresses all a-shimmer and their bodies never still.
The happy little bluebird is flitting all about
to find the perfect property to hang his shingle out.
The tulip swords are shining in the early morning sun,
and I thought I saw Br'er Rabbit havin' him some rhubarb fun.
It's spring and spring is glorious; brings the child right out of me. 
makes me want to dance at midnight beneath budding apple trees.

Faye Lanham Gibson
April 10, 2014

Copyright © Faye Gibson

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Spring flower

Spring flower.

A spring flower blossomed gaily 
In the year of 0 0 two
As Jakob entered all our lives
And a ladies dreams came true
Her love it was unfolding
In this joy that she be holding
That turned her life and made her all brand new.

He had a face of beauty 
I sensed the Buddha there
As all around that little room
Pure love was everywhere
And life it whispered to me
So warm and tenderly
This gift be yours, to love eternally.

Life whispered to me gaily 
“this gentle child be born
To heal those ancient hurts in you
With the love within his form”

I held him to me gently
With all the love in me
As I gazed into his little face
So warm and tenderly
And I said “my love, I give to thee
Yes I will love you endlessly
My love it be until eternity“.

26 August 2002.



Copyright © Peter Duggan

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Blossom

Live for the moment 
One day at a time
Borrow not sorrow 
From the next morrow 
Bud and blossom 
Like a beautiful flower
Each day a way
Of living it

Copyright © Olufunke Kolapo