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Beauty in nature. Flower blooms so succulent. Explore beautiful poems about flowers that collect from famous poets in the world.


beautiful flower poems
Beautiful Flower Poems

The Lent Lily
By A. E. Housman’s

Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The primroses are found.

And there’s the windflower chilly
With all the winds at play,
And there’s the Lenten lily
That has not long to stay
And dies on Easter day.

And since till girls go maying
You find the primrose still,
And find the windflower playing
With every wind at will,
But not the daffodil,

Bring baskets now, and sally
Upon the spring’s array,
And bear from hill and valley
The daffodil away
That dies on Easter day.


famous flower poems
Famous Flower Poems

A Flower
By Aldora Sparrow

Have you ever heard
of a flower that never needs
Water, soil, or sunshine?

A flower that stays in full bloom
Through summer and winter
Through good times and bad

A flower that rarely gets smaller,
growing endlessly.
A few lost petals,
A little droop,
but, without a doubt,
it will always regrow
into something more beautiful.

I have one of those.
I call it Love.


flower poems that rhyme
Flower Poems that Rhyme

Crimson Rose
By Sylvia Winters

A sign of beauty,
A symbol of grace.
Its pride runs strong
At a very fast pace.

It’s wild like a wolf,
It’s gentle like the breeze,
And it has a burning honour.
It’s not eager to please.

But carelessness pays.
It is armed with thorns.
It’ll laugh while you’re bleeding
As your skin gets torn.

It is loved worldwide,
But don’t be fooled by its pose.
It holds ancient, dark secrets.
Beware of the Crimson Rose.


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Beautiful Flowers Poetry

Nature’s Way
By Alora M. Knight

Is there anything as tranquil
As a brightly glowing jonquil
That stands in sweet serenity,
A part of nature’s tapestry?

A flower that never questions why,
The rivers flow and birds will fly,
Content to fill part of the plan,
To beautify the world of man.

If we would only realize
We, too, can help to glorify,
To find within each passing day
A happiness along the way.

A loving hug or cheerful smile
Can help to make a life worthwhile.
If all would lend a helping hand,
We soon would have a world so grand.


short roses poetry
Short Roses Poetry

By Rola Barbakh

You might think
A bunch of plants
Are not special
In any way.

But to me
Flowers are beautiful
They calm me down
Like my best friend.

Their scent is so nice
It makes me feel so happy
Some flowers have a strong smell
I think I will faint!

When I am sad
The flowers are my help
They might just sit there
But they speak a million words.

Of comfort and happiness
A flower feels like a friend
It listens to me
And makes me feel loved!


short flower poems
Short Flower Poems

By Pearlyn

They have no mouth, but seem to speak
A thousand words so mild and meek.

They have no eyes , but seem to see
And bury thoughts into me.

They have no ears, but seem to hear
All my cries, my every tear.

They have no arms, but seem to pat
When with worries my heart is fat.

They have no feet, but seem to walk
Along with me in my dreams and talk.

They, I know, are the flowers so nice
That spread their fragrance a million miles.

Grow a few and then you’ll know
How your life is fresh and new.

With a smile so broad, I thank my God,
Whose work to imagine is really too hard.


funny flower poems
Funny Flower Poems

By Jacquelyn Upton

No matter where you see a Red Rose
Whether it’s in a store or wild and free
You always see it withering
There’s never a chance to grieve until it’s gone
But if you look onto a Yellow Rose
The color is always perfect
The petals are never drooping
And they’re always of abundance….


beautiful roses poetry
Beautiful Roses Poetry

By Steven J Kelly

Flowers can make the heart grow fonder
Flowers can make our love grow stronger
Flowers can bring you nearer to me
Flowers are what I will send to thee

Flowers will put a smile on your face
Flowers can make two lovers embrace
Flowers will make you feel better
Even when you are under the weather

Flowers will brighten your day
Flowers will make pain go away
Flowers come in all shapes and sizes
Flowers make beautiful surprises

Flowers can make you ponder
Flowers can make your mind wonder
Flowers are the greatest gift
That a man can send to a woman.


beautiful flower poetry
Beautiful Flower Poetry

Rose In Full Bloom
By Ishan Malik

Rambling down a cobbled pathway,
I stumbled upon a wild rose,
Deep garnet red,
Velveteen petals each curled to perfection,
Luminescent and innocently pretty,
A coy damsel oblivious of her beauty,
Fading away unadored and unsung,
Looking at me, she blushed
I stood love stung, adoring her,
Borrowed a steam bearing a bud
Planted her proudly in my garden,
Ever day, day after day,
I watched my rose break out of its chrysalis,
Groomed it with devout care,
Nurturing it with fertilizer,
Admiring it with every moment,
Watching it grown and come into full bloom,
Tall and elegant till it grew
And looked down on me!


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I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
By William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


She Bought Herself Flowers
By Cody Kapono Hensarling

She bought herself flowers.
I wanted to cry.

She bought herself flowers.
I had to bite my tongue.

She bought herself flowers.
I had to remember that I can’t.

She bought herself flowers.
I hoped he noticed.

She bought herself flowers.
I wished he would be inspired to change.

She bought herself flowers,
Looked at me,
And gave me a look that said that she knew
That they would be from me.

She bought herself flowers,
And my restraints fell away.

She bought herself flowers,
And I stopped wanting to play nice.

She bought herself flowers
Because she is dying inside.

She bought herself flowers
Because she cannot be mine.


O Flower!
By Sarthi

O flower! Attired in pure natural innocence,
Thou are ignorant of thy enchanting aroma,
Unaware of thy Charm,
Dances freely with flirtious breeze,
Hardly cares about world’s joy and sorrow,
Thou are neither selfish nor altruistic
Full of Self yet so Selfless!

I am fascinated by your tranquil disposition,
At dawn thou bath in sun’s rays,
Flirt with colorful butterfly,
Fall a deep sleep in afternoon warmth.
Enjoy melodious sound of chirping birds

Thou lover, up there – the sky,
Gazes you with intense admiration,
He kisses you tenderly through his winds,
Thou spread thy fragrances in his arms,
He grows enamored of thy presence,
What a beautiful bond!

Thy fall comes – autumn arrives,
Still thou remain full of life as ever before,
Not worried; not shaken a bit
Simply falls, without uttering a
Single word to your lover to save you
from getting withered.

Thou unconditional acceptance is captivating,
O soft hearted beauty, thy passive life is
Exquisite treasure of green emotions.


Speechless Messages
By Vijay Vishal

A flower exudes
Flush of fragrance
When trampled over.

Mother Earth
Bears on her breast
Of the spade, the rake, the plough.

The sun pours
Light and life
Into all living things
But suffers self-burning.

The cloudy sky
On a wintry night
Lets lightning
Cut open its breast
To shoot a spark of light
For a lost traveler.

Supple trees
Weather storms
But the stiff ones
Measure the ground.

Soft grass
Squeezes underneath
But springs back
When feet are gone.

Darkness of night
Dryness of winter
Have followers in
Brightness of the smiling sun
And richness of the sweet spring.


Gently Picked Flower
By Lena Marie Fuller

Going at the Pace of a little elF,
Eventually, it Ignites the floraL,
Nectar flow, Crowned with a fragrant halO.
Tantalizing, Kisses of honey dew lay on its succulent pilloW.
Lapping the Evidence from my fingers and facE,
Yesterday’s Delicious gently picked flowerR.


The Flower
By Lord Tennyson

Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.

To and fro they went
Thro’ my garden-bower,
And muttering discontent
Curs’d me and my flower.

Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o’er the wall
Stole the seed by night.

Sow’d it far and wide
By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,
‘Splendid is the flower.’

Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.

And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a weed.