Thought is the blossom language the bud action the fruit behind it.

quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Opening Up

like a bud i try to open up
one summer's day
eager for the rays of the sun
and the coolness of the wind

but then
something goes wrong in my sepals
the twig twists itself
and the bud wilts

something goes wrong
how can i ever tell you about the reason for the wilting?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Indiscretion

RED tulip-buds last night caressed
The sacred ivory of her breast.
She met me, eager to divine
What gold-heart bud of hope was mine.

Nor eyes nor lips were strong to part
The close-curled petals round my heart;
The joy I knew no monarch knows,
Yet not a petal would unclose.

But, ah!--the tulip-buds, unwise,
Warmed with the sunshine of her eyes,
And by her soft breath glorified
Went mad with love and opened wide.

She saw their hearts, all golden-gay,
Laughed, frowned, and flung the flowers away.

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poem by Edith Nesbit
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Whatever has bloomed, has bloomed from the very bud.

Kashmiri proverbs
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I Found A Rose

I found a rose

between a rose bud

and a dieing rose

neither pick nor pulled

grown from the seed and into the vines

one day the rose will die as though as the other

the bud will die as though as the others

but i plucked the dieing rose to put it out of its misserary

i plucked the rose bud to put it out of its misserary

and i left the rose for its process has begun

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poem by Martel Alexis
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Winter turns to Spring
Leaves returning to bud…and
Snow turning to mud

haiku by David Whalen
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Valley of Love

The bud opens its soft petals
to greet the humming bee
and then they whisper
behind the rosewood tree
The bee romps away rosily
in the valley in glee
Thier love blossoms
behind the rosewood tree...
In the valley of love in every weather
The bud and the bee dance together.......!

poem by Dr Madhavi Grace
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Pain tight in a bud
Unbearable and very, very hard
Soft in the blossom.

senryu by Abdul Wahab
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White And Green

Hey! My daffodil-crowned,
Slim and without sandals!
As the sudden spurt of flame upon darkness
So my eyeballs are startled with you,
Supple-limbed youth among the fruit-trees,
Light runner through tasselled orchards.
You are an almond flower unsheathed
Leaping and flickering between the budded branches.

poem by Amy Lowell
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the first buds of spring
and soft ripple of a stream
whispers of nature

haiku by Marius Alexandru (2023)
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The Wooing Of Gheezis

The red chief Gheezis, chief of the golden wampum, lay
And watched the west-wind blow adrift the clouds,
With breath all flowery, that from his calumet
Curl'd like to smoke about the mountain tops.
Gheezis look'd from his wigwam, blue as little pools
Drained from the restless mother-wave, that lay
Dreaming in golden hollows of her sands;
And deck'd his yellow locks with feath'ry clouds,
And took his pointed arrows and so stoop'd
And leaning with his red hands on the hills,
Look'd with long glances all along the earth.
'Mudjekeewis, West-Wind, in amongst the forest,
'I see a maid, gold-hued as maize full ripe; her eyes
'Laugh under the dusk boughs like watercourses;
'Her moccasins are wrought with threads of light: her hands
'Are full of blue eggs of the robin, and of buds
'Of lilies, and green spears of rice: O Mudjekeewis,
'Who is the maid, gold-hued as maize full-ripen'd?'
'O sun, O Gheezis, that is Spring, is Segwun--woo her!'
'I cannot, for she hides behind the behmagut--

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poem by Isabella Valancy Crawford
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The artist

God is the artist who makes the world present
between the buds of colors,
in the heart of the moments,
in the wood of the forests.
His expression,
it is the spark rising from the dust
like a miracle without clothes
in the heart of every mortal - The Love.

poem by Camelia Oprița from The word opens the human thought - Sfântul Ierarh Nicolae (2019), translated by Camelia Opriţa
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Automation

a seed that falls to the ground
from a dead, rotten fruit
cracks its covering and
sprouts

a tight bud soon
from a stalk opens up to become
a full blooming flower
with petals proud and
dignified

and so must you girl
be the seed and the bud
and be the full flower that you can be
in full automation

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Her body calculated to a millimeter to suggest a bud yet guarantee a flower.

quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald
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The infant flower opens its bud and cries, "Dear World, please do not fade."

aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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Porcelain Crab

Shifting grapes, wave
Through budding, rounded
Together, perfect
Translucent crab
Reaches for a speck
Of gold in the midst
Of all that purple.

poem by Charlotte Ballard
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Diminished

Diminished,
Pity,
Pretty,
Prey,
Satisfied! !
But, you are now surrounded with famine;
For, your ways are now crooked.

Ruin,
Repay,
Match,
Land,
Behold! !
According to your ways and according to your love;
For, the rod had now blossomed and,
Your pride has now budded!
And, you have been diminished in size.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Tight Lipped

tight lipped
a bud
opens
a little mouth
a petal
and sighs
then
you smell
the scent
of a rose
a woman

and comes
a man
the wind
swallowing
a petal
a woman
in his arms
away

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Buds and flowers

A poem should not be as blunt
as a prostitute is, in its intents.
Be it a bud with contents
for others to explore and exploit.
A story should not be as stunt
as an impotent is, for its events.
Be it an unfurled flower in focus
for others to stay and scan.
A poem is a bud; a story is a flower.
25.04.200, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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This is a coup for commissioner Bud Selig. I'm surprised it's as good as it is.

quote by Fay Vincent
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