"epicureans" poems - Hello Poetry

I have never seen an ugly flower Flowers are always full of grandeur Flowers are known to be beautiful All the time, that's stupendously wonderful All flowers speak a beautiful language That we all fully comprehend. In this day and age Everybody is yearning to hear the voice of love The voice of a symphony coming from above Yes, everybody loves the language of the flowers It is a language, a sound of joy between lovers And friends. Love is at the center of everything Please keep on dreaming, please keep on speaking The language of the flowers, the language of all colors The dialect of the epicureans, the language of all lovers I only see beautiful flowers in spring, fall, summer and winter One flower has the power to improve the mood of a lover Bring a flower to a lover, I guarantee you that you'll be happy Keep on speaking the language of the flowers to spread unity Love, respect, peace and the incredible fondness that we all need Flowers do not discriminate or use foul words. Lead and feed Inspire and incense the world with the perfume of the flowers With the aroma of a stylish language and exquisite manners. Copyright © August 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

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Jan 20, 2025

Jan 20, 2025 at 10:11 PM UTC

60Etncelles60

The Language Of Flowers

I have never seen an ugly flower Flowers are always full of grandeur Flowers are known to be beautiful All the time, that's stupendously wonderful All flowers speak a beautiful language That we all fully comprehend. In this day and age Everybody is yearning to hear the voice of love The voice of a symphony coming from above Yes, everybody loves the language of the flowers It is a language, a sound of joy between lovers And friends. Love is at the center of everything Please keep on dreaming, please keep on speaking The language of the flowers, the language of all colors The dialect of the epicureans, the language of all lovers I only see beautiful flowers in spring, fall, summer and winter One flower has the power to improve the mood of a lover Bring a flower to a lover, I guarantee you that you'll be happy Keep on speaking the language of the flowers to spread unity Love, respect, peace and the incredible fondness that we all need Flowers do not discriminate or use foul words. Lead and feed Inspire and incense the world with the perfume of the flowers With the aroma of a stylish language and exquisite manners. Copyright © August 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

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hellion, hedonist, this wilderness is my rome pleasure and beauty, tools of duty, the great beasts' death-roll moan self-righteous, epicureans, the unrighteous, we march, hard as stones grease stick make-up, relationships made up, growing up on our own fake hair sprayed up, spread legs laid up, hemorrhaging it all out alone nothing is free and we spend every dollar hollow and wasted we chain our own collars hardened, abused, neglected, rejecting all things inspired we burn up dancing closer and closer to the heat of the beasts white fire in our youth we are the romans and this is our empire

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Apr 26, 2012

Apr 26, 2012 at 1:03 PM UTC

brandon-barnett

bars, clubs, and misery: EMPIRE

hellion, hedonist, this wilderness is my rome pleasure and beauty, tools of duty, the great beasts' death-roll moan self-righteous, epicureans, the unrighteous, we march, hard as stones grease stick make-up, relationships made up, growing up on our own fake hair sprayed up, spread legs laid up, hemorrhaging it all out alone nothing is free and we spend every dollar hollow and wasted we chain our own collars hardened, abused, neglected, rejecting all things inspired we burn up dancing closer and closer to the heat of the beasts white fire in our youth we are the romans and this is our empire

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She was eating fish, evidently relishing every bit, but with some haste. He sat with a bottle of wine so relaxed, seemed exploring something lost in mind. Now, her plate is full of bones, artistically placed, his conversations with wine, goes unabated, he is certainly marooned in an island.

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Oct 15, 2012

Oct 15, 2012 at 9:01 PM UTC

k-balachandran

The Epicureans

She was eating fish, evidently relishing every bit, but with some haste. He sat with a bottle of wine so relaxed, seemed exploring something lost in mind. Now, her plate is full of bones, artistically placed, his conversations with wine, goes unabated, he is certainly marooned in an island.

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When I was small there were Boys and Girls, and bisexual and gay were risque worlds. Now, there are flavours for every taste. Are we all, secretly, sybarites and epicureans...?

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May 17, 2020

May 17, 2020 at 2:56 PM UTC

nick-calvert

Epicurean.

When I was small there were Boys and Girls, and bisexual and gay were risque worlds. Now, there are flavours for every taste. Are we all, secretly, sybarites and epicureans...?

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