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Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
My sweet Jasmine Pearls
has touched the hearts of many
So now I wonder

Would you like more of
free-verse poems about teas?
Please do let me know!
My Jasmine Pearls did great! I'm so glad everyone enjoyed it!
Let me know if would you like another poem like that?
Much love,
Lyn ***
Salmabanu Hatim Aug 2018
Small and white,
Their scent a delight,
Blooms at night.
String  them with your hand,
In your wedding garland.
Pluck these fragile flowers,
As offers,
On the graves of your loved ones,
Light a scented candle when done.
Salmabanu Hatim Jul 2018
In a garden,
As beautiful as heaven,
At night Jasmine,
With white silky lips,
Unfolded its perfumed petals,
Blossoms in ethereal beauty,
With a creamy glow.
In the morning the Red Rose in bud,
Drenched in dew,
Unfurled its petals one by one,
On a single stem with its prickly thorn,
Sassy and beautiful.
Each with an ego of,
"I am the best",
Their hatred flared,
In fumes their scent flowed in waves.
The  birds and insects looked on,
Prayed for peace,
Tried to pacify them.
Then one day their enmity changed to love.
Bees and butterflies sang and chanted love songs,
As they sipped their nectar.
Soon The Rose proposed,
My love, let's get married,
For long have we tarried.
So the hummingbird  flew them to them to a famous wedding planner,
To be stringed into garlands,
Jasmine for the bride,
And The Red Rose for the groom.
The couple took their vows,
So did The Rose and Jasmine.
They made a beautiful pair,
And their children were called Jasrose.
Poetic fairy tale
K Balachandran Apr 2018
carousing with breeze,
scent  of jasmine was my gift;
made me airborne quick!
Dawn Jupiter Apr 2018
jasmine jostles
leaves fold

I watch

steel and glass contain
assuaged by structure

the wind blows
but not here
I always find myself mesmerized by the smallest of things.
The eternal song of nightingale.
The intoxicating aroma of jasmine.
The tiny raindrop on the edge of your eye.
Fragrant
Her very name a typically beautiful flower
But to me, Jasmine is my queen.
I love her to death
I'd burst out of my petals to tell her so!
But she's someone else's flower now.
And even though she picked me first,
I continue to wilt
Without her.
Yusof Asnan Sep 2017
A flower that's always there,
I could leave her for weeks;
And she would still bloom.
Just never knowing how to respond to sadness;
nor tragedies.

Sitting with her just feels so right,
Be it in laughter;
Or in silence.
A thousand people could not even compare,
To her warmth.

But now she's wilting,
She's disappearing away,
To cope with her own sorrows,
Ones which I couldn't even help,
Or she would even share.

I'm just so lost,
Not in my own problems,
But without her,
I'm alone in this world.

I wouldn't be a burden to her.
But its just so hard.
Nothing could be compared,
To see your best friend disappearing away.


-HIY.
a write for a wilting friend that will never show  her weakness
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