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Mother Flower Poems | Mother Poems About Flower

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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.

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Pretty princesses
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Very beautiful
Just like you!

Details | Ballade | |

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

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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

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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.

Details | Haiku | |

Heaven Scent

scented lavender was pressed between thin parchment.... sent beyond the grave
For Charlotte's Contest: "Creative Haiku" 9/20/14

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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

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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

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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

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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

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This Lovely Vase

This Lovely Vase

This lovely vase
So delicate and fine
Shines now by the window.

This lovely vase
Has known more years than I
Known the touch of many

This lovely vase
Once a Wedding present 
So my Nana said

This lovely vase
Once stood with flowers tall
Nana’s home grown blooms

This lovely vase
A careless touch and then
Fragments on the floor

This lovely vase
Pieces now were gathered
Mended then with gold

This lovely vase
As it sits there on the window
Catching sun’s bright glow

This lovely vase
More lovely than before
Now trimmed in gold 

This lovely vase
Healed by the scars of time
Still with grace and beauty

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.

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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

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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.

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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.

Details | I do not know? | |


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.

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Mother natures displays

Vast arrays of mother natures displays.

Flowers so stunningly bright, natures

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.

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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.

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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.