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Pulse

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

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Mother Nature's Verse

Mother Nature’s Verse

Minute after minute
Hour after hour
The poet sits
Thinking
Dreaming
Watching the blank paper before them
They wonder what their reality means
Is it sad and depressing?
Could there be a ray of light in the darkness?
Where are the angels and demons who fill their thoughts?
Are they needed or even wanted on such a day?
The window gives hope and images that become poems
Mother Nature’s unwritten verses
There for a single poet to see
Does the flower on the hill have feelings?
What could it be thinking as it sways in the breeze?
No one knows and no one cares
The poet will watch
They will think and dream
They will see what others can’t
And that flower will be the one ray of light
The one to open the poet’s mind
And the poem will be written
Mother Nature’s verse will be sung
All because of a window and a flower

Copyright © R. e. taylor

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A Woman Like a Rose

The rose bud is small and the smell is so sweet
 And no other flower in the garden quite so unique

When the petals unfold it makes a beautiful rose
and  the fragrance of that flower fills the air 

Take the thorns from  that beautiful rose
and the beauty can no longer to be found

When the morning dew falls softly on  the rose
it's like a  tear on a woman's face when she cries

 And when a woman's pride  is  taken away
 like the rose her beauty is faded and gone

So never make a woman cry and men be very aware
her beauty may be hidden but the thorn is still  there

Copyright © Oma Bennett

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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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Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza

Details | Free verse | |

A poem for my mother

I am a seed which
From you germinated
And you a place
Where I was sown
Grew and firmly rooted

I am a flower which 
From you sprouted
Grew well in the comfort
Of your cosy arms
Which like sepals
to petals 
In a flower wrapped
Me with tenderness

Your love was
A fertilizer for my growth
Food for my hunger
My warmth in coldness
It was Like water,
Air and sunlight
To a germinating seed

Copyright © Pt. Bojosi Ditshwele

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My Darling Girl, My Black-Eyed Susan

My Darling Girl, 

your big dark eyes  met mine

against your pale skin and yellow hair

this name sang in my heart, Susan,

my Black-Eyed Susan.

A wild flower you’ll be, you’ll be a

kind friend,

loving wife,

strong mother,

sweet grandmother

and always you’ll be

my darling girl, my Black-Eyed Susan

Copyright © Alicia Lambert

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My Mother Taught Me Everything I Know About the Flower

My mother taught me everything I Know 
About the flower, 
From azaleas to zinnias 
And the heavenly golden hours;

Shortly after sun up when 
We sense the world profound; 
And later on when nearly gone, fading 
Fast when stars come ‘round.

She sang and danced with daffodils
And smiled at the scent of a rose;
Gave thanks and praise for the One who made
Periwinkles, poppies and marigolds.

My mother sewed seeds that outwitted weeds
Leaving them withering away;
Of Love-in-a-Mist with her own sweet kiss
She planted on petals each day.

While waiting for gardenias, daisy’s 
And lilacs to arise;
Together we watched as nature taught 
Us to open our eyes.  

To the mystery below the surface, 
The roots deep in the ground;
Water, sky, air connected some-where
Beauty remains unbound.

My mother taught me everything I know 
More true than weeping willows cry;
How color filled buds lift hearts and souls
With sorrowful, tear filled eyes.  

And that living and dying are one and the same
As light is both wave and other;
On the edge of tomorrow where love knows no sorrow 
And flowers bloom bright
With my mother.      



 

Copyright © Terrell Martin

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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

Details | Tanka | |

Roses Without Thorns

Roses without thorns are like cherries without pits. Child without mother. There is no way possible. One must come with the other.

Copyright © Robert Pettit

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The desperate wife

Why cant you see me anymore, 
Why cant you feel me.
I still want you ,need you, miss you.
But you keep turning away.
You don't take your time with looking into my eyes anymore.
You need to stare a little longer, dive deep through them to reach my soul.
But you dont, you just don't.
I still am the young lady you met 10 years ago.
But i, just like you ,got lost in my daily routine, like a helpless child in a grey forest, feeling cold and confused.
Running in circles waiting for you to find me, to guide me to the green fields with the beautiful wild flowers,
 where we used to run, play and explore our erotic senses me and you?
I still am that passionate woman,
In need of your touch,
But you are always busy and i work too much.
I still am that little young girl that wants to be spoiled by you,
But you only see the wife in me, like some duty to do.
I'm only a shadow of a mother to your children, not the red hot light once your desires have been longing to.

Good morning ,good evening,good night ;lets sleep.
Where did the words vanish ,of meanings so deep.
I miss you but i need you to miss me too.
 And release me from this feeling like i wasn't worth of even trying.
Cant you see l'm grieving!?
With invisible tears, believe me i AM crying.
If you are longing for passion then please start to explore
 somebody who has been sleeping right next to you ,
since ten years or more.
I need to feel wanted so i can give you 
what no other women on earth could ever do.
Just be really here with me when you are there, 
and when you kiss me then don't just kiss me. 
Kiss me like it would be the last kiss.
Kiss me as if without that kiss you wouldn't be able to survive.
Kiss me as if love and hope were depending on us both to keep them alive. 
Depending on ME and YOU.

Copyright © Mona Karaki

Details | Free verse | |

Summer Flowers

A flower as blue as the sea, A flower as green as green tea. A flower as yellow as a bee, A flower as gold as a key. A flower as purple as a plum, A flower as pink as a drum. A flower as orange as a jet, I wonder if I can get any flowers for my mother. Aunika Alch Age 11

Copyright © Aunika Alch

Details | Rhyme | |

I'm Cleaning Out "MY" Closet

I went to the mailbox.
Much to my dismay; 
I would've rather had smallpox,
Than what I found today.

I may sound dramatic,
And I guess that is true,
But what I found so traumatic;
You sounded so blue.

Did it cross your mind
As I curled in your womb,
That the parents I'd find
Couldn't deal with your bloom?
   
Did you find some compassion
When you ran like the wind?
Did you dress in high fashion
Or the flower child trend?

I hate that my screaming
Got under your skin.
One nurse was redeeming,
So the doctor dropped in.

I think I will tell you
The source of our pain
Was a clavicle fracture
With a nerve induced strain.

This poem's about Childhood,
And all it intels.
I won't create falsehood,
For truth always sales.

Don't put your guilt and pity on me,
Or whatever you felt in the latter. 
You'll never know that the flower you'd see,
Came from mental abuse, hate and batter.

Copyright © Astrid Ivy Gibbs

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Lily Flower

How could I forget those days when the Lily Flowers blossom
in mother's garden 
when it sprouted its enlarge bundle of flowers around the zinc fence
moments when strangers gazed
moments when bugs feast to joy
How could I forget this all
the days when its leaves struggled in the long rainfall
How could I forget the days when children crowded themselves just to touch the softness
of the flower
the days when mother sweat for an hour
How could I even forget that special day when mother and I went outside
only to see our neighbor whom we did not knew trespasses in mother's garden
we laughed with our mouth shut
he then say goodbye
How could I forget mother's garden
the days she planted flowers
How could I forget the days when she whipped my younger siblings
for damaging her only planted flowers.

Demeter Edwards

Copyright © Demeter Edwards

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a field of Mother Nature

I walked upon the trail and came upon your field of beauty.

I stopped to touch your blossoms in my hands to know your life giving nourishment. I thought the sky unending graced my heart with your beauty.

Kneeling at your flower I dared to touch with my lips to understand the nature of bees love of flowers.

I walk within this field of your beauty for the rest of my days exploring the life which you give to me and others.

Copyright © tulloch cloherty

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Roses For Mama

He's drempt of his mama in her garden of love,
surrounded by angels in heaven above.
Peaceful waters flow through a bubbling brook,
where her roses grew in every little nook.
She cherished the roses he had bought for her in life,
capturing their beauty and the colors of their sight.
When she was ill he knelt beside her bed,
and handed her roses with the tears that he shed.
She said don't cry for me it's beautiful over there,
where they climb so gracefully up Heaven's golden stair.
He visits her grave and places roses in her cup,
rest assured with Jesus she forever sup.
The rose bush he planted for her still grows today,
just as it did when Jesus took her away.
No sickness nor pain she can smell once more,
as she embelishes in her roses surrounded by her door.
She said plant you some roses in rememerance of me,
as you stroll through my garden waiting for you I'll be.

Copyright © Shannon tackett

Details | I do not know? | |

You are my flower

You are my flower
The flower from the island
You make me happy when am sad
You make me laugh when am lonely

When I need company there you are
There you are when I need a friend
Indeed you are my flower

Without a word-without a gesture
You are my flower
You are my flower
You are appreciable and understandable

You are my flower
You are a tree with large pale-pink flower
You are a bird rather like a swallow

You are my flower
Indeed you are my flower
You are my flower.

Copyright © Milly Mashatola

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The Pond

The pond is a place where you stop alongside the road to stretch your legs as we did on our way to Mendocino (The Cape Cod of California).

It was layers of colors dancing in the wind.
It was watching my mother feeling like a child as she gently touched the petals of so many colorful flowers.

It's a place where you become mesmerized by nature's beauty, and your system begins to unwind without the thought of trying, as you feel the freshness of the breeze brushing against your skin.

A place you want to return to someday because of a special memory of a moment in time.  A moment I spent with my family, and my mother who became a child as she once was when my father was at her side in the redwoods, valleys and streams.

Just a place along side the road, on our way to enjoy a few unregimented days ahead.

Copyright © Gil Garcia

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The desperate wife

Why cant you see me anymore, 
Why cant you feel me.
I still want you ,need you, miss you.
But you keep turning away.
You don't take your time with looking into my eyes anymore.
You need to stare a little longer, dive deep through them to reach my soul.
But you dont, you just don't.
I still am the young lady you met 10 years ago.
But i, just like you ,got lost in my daily routine, like a helpless child in a grey forest, feeling cold and confused.
Running in circles waiting for you to find me, to guide me to the green fields with the beautiful wild flowers,
 where we used to run, play and explore our erotic senses me and you?
I still am that passionate woman,
In need of your touch,
But you are always busy and i work too much.
I still am that little young girl that wants to be spoiled by you,
But you only see the wife in me, like some duty to do.
I'm only a shadow of a mother to your children, not the red hot light once your desires have been longing to.

Good morning ,good evening,good night ;lets sleep.
Where did the words vanish ,of meanings so deep.
I miss you but i need you to miss me too.
 And release me from this feeling like i wasn't worth of even trying.
Cant you see l'm grieving!?
With invisible tears, believe me i AM crying.
If you are longing for passion then please start to explore
 somebody who has been sleeping right next to you ,
since ten years or more.
I need to feel wanted so i can give you 
what no other women on earth could ever do.
Just be really here with me when you are there, 
and when you kiss me then don't just kiss me. 
Kiss me like it would be the last kiss.
Kiss me as if without that kiss you wouldn't be able to survive.
Kiss me as if love and hope were depending on us both to keep them alive. 
Depending on ME and YOU.

Copyright © Mona Karaki

Details | I do not know? | |

A GIANT AT FIFTY


A GIANT @ 50.
Countless human colors;
Within, across, races;
God's earthly flower garden;
Blessing to mankind.
Nigeria mother stock;
Home of germination;
Divine manifestation,
Until whole earth bedded.
Beauty more than a trait;
Diversity most beautiful;
Monocular too boring;
Races beauty of earth.
Races like rainbow;
Earth horizon beautified,
To His glory above;
All that dwell rejoice              
Land of freedom;
Land of the setting sun;
In Britain you rose;
Freedom in sought.
Land of great heroes;
Land of revolutionaries;
Nigeria or liberty;

Beautiful seashore home;
Pride of Africa;
Symbol of blackness;
Great black icon.
Thou shall rise again;
African Union enshrined;
Thy labor to bear fruit;
Bounty, peace, freedom.
Countless human colors;
Within, across, races;
God's earthly flower garden;
Blessing to mankind.
Nigeria mother stock;
Home of germination;
Divine manifestation,
Until whole earth bedded.
Beauty more than a trait;
Diversity most beautiful;
Monocular too boring;
Races beauty of earth.
Races like rainbow;
Earth horizon beautified,
To His glory above;
All that dwell rejoice.

Copyright © ayo okpaku

Details | Quatrain | |

The Fields of Life

Mine was a world without flowers
where nature had nothing to give.
Bleakly, a path stretched before me.
That life I was fearful to live.

In the desolate dust long I wandered
‘til oasis I found in your love.
A mercy directly from heaven;
hopeful, as rain from above.

Together in love long we labored
yet fruitless it seemed was our toil.
At times, I admit my faith waivered.
Were we wasting our time in dead soil?

In our struggle we grew ever closer.
Unyielding, we weathered those years.
Ever planting in hopes of tomorrow,
each seed watered by heartfelt tears.

But then came the bloom of our yearning
a flower unlike any other,
who’s blossom meant life beyond living,
and we became father and mother.

Before you, I had only desert.
No water, no beauty, just strife.
Beside you, in resplendent bounty
the fields of our labor bear life.
05/06/15


05/06/15

*note: I am working on this for a mother's day gift I am making for my wife. If any brilliant minds out there care to offer feedback, or ideas on how I might improve this, I would greatly appreciate it. Thanks.  
-Preston

Copyright © The Grahamburglar

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ChrysantheMum

She always loved chrysanthemums,
my mum.
Those long-lived strong proud stems,
topped with blooms of vibrant colour,
survive all other flowers
until December frost.

She lived through four and ninety autumns,
my mum,
and now her time is come.
In peace she lies in willow casket
adorned with bright chrysanthemums,  
her mortal journey done.

They bring such joy, chrysanthemums;
my mum, too,
brought happiness to all she met,
strength to family and friends.
In spirit she still brings us joy
just like chrysanthemums.

Copyright © Mike Jones

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Sweet Reward

She'd gifted me her plants, 
as she moved to an apartment, 
with no available garden space. 
When she called, we talked flowers. 
I took photos to prove 
her green thumb prevailed.

I worked in my garden today. 
So hot, sweat ran in rivulets 
down my neck, between my breasts.
Wasps harassed, threatened, 
then vanished one second after 
the eliminator can was in my hand.

Clothes plastered as a second skin, 
became wet, heavy dirt magnets.
Mulch climbed up my nose, blew into my eyes.
A sudden breeze feathered my cheek.
A Phoebe's repeated call tickled my ears,
A blood-red lily bobbed in joyful gratitude.

The orange ones she had given me,
smooth and bright as satin -
I cut, arranged in a white vase,
and took to Mother's bedside.
Her last words, soft, full of wonder, 
"Those orange lilies - so beautiful."


Copyright © Cona Adams

Details | I do not know? | |

Mother natures displays

Vast arrays of mother natures displays.

Flowers so stunningly bright, natures
delights. 

Colours so bold adding a touch
of warmth to a world some what cold.

Swirling colours caught in a stirring breeze,
it's a hypnotic sway that is bound to please.

Copyright © Andy Craig

Details | Rhyme | |

Fear of Freedom

Now the freedom to fly,
the content butterfly,
oh! those delicate wings,
uniting those cruel eyes.

The fear of flower,
its dear is now far,
waiting eagerly,
with the passage of hours.

Flower, the shadow of mother,
who bears the fear,
whose flying girl,
is now not close to her.

Imagining the horror,
those terrible terror,
if its butterfly is secured,
she still bothers.

Now that pearl gets as she guessed,
now nervous and embarrassed,
the freedom is a trap, wings are no longer fresh,
that flower for life caressed.

Copyright © simran aggarwal

Details | Light Poetry | |

FLOWER OR FOR MOTHER

i must say everyday
i pray for her to stay
well she is my love shell
like no other
these
FLOWER OR FOR MOTHER

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr

Details | Light Poetry | |

FLOWER ROSE AND MOTHER AT CHRISTMAS

its not mother day
she has all the say
Christmas coming our way
its love from above
as story goes
she a red rose
for you fight or fess
if so for hours
its
FLOWERS ROSE AND MOTHER
CHRISTMAS

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr

Details | Light Poetry | |

FLOWER FOR MOTHER

 don't wait for mother day
to say
send her love this way
she like no other
FLOWER
FOR MOTHER

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr