Poetry about Flowers
#flowers
Poems about flowers and plants, charting how the natural world changes through the seasons. Also poetry using flowers as metaphors.
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star watching
star watching,
casual glances
in april, those
rain showers
weeping
open promises,
leading flowers
to bloom,
those
soft petals
aching
to resume
their romance.
casual glances
in april, those
rain showers
weeping
open promises,
leading flowers
to bloom,
those
soft petals
aching
to resume
their romance.
#happiness
#flowers
#spring
#nature
#LifeCycle
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Little Weed
hello little weed in my garden grown
toiling on nothing really
insistent on the affection of the sun
with you brute leaves blotting it out for the rest of us
your poison ivy climbing is tiring
shrinking into the shadows
yes I see you protruding
pollinated by every busy bee
well my little scrub it is your nature
popping up where you ought not
trying to choke the daisies
who in innocence opens for the sunllight
taking no notice of your deviant scaling
I pray the son to...
toiling on nothing really
insistent on the affection of the sun
with you brute leaves blotting it out for the rest of us
your poison ivy climbing is tiring
shrinking into the shadows
yes I see you protruding
pollinated by every busy bee
well my little scrub it is your nature
popping up where you ought not
trying to choke the daisies
who in innocence opens for the sunllight
taking no notice of your deviant scaling
I pray the son to...
#flowers
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I Call It Happiness
Nature astounds
Filled with many
Possibilities
Filled with many
Possibilities
#happiness
#flowers
#nature
67 reads
11 Comments
Sweet Bay
Petals opening
Sweet magnolia scent
Exhilarating
Sweet magnolia scent
Exhilarating
#happiness
#flowers
#nature
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Flowers Of Emotions
One time,on a warm day.
You were bored,the sun went away.
You did not expect.
But you walk into a cemetery to inspect.
The cemetery was dark and grim.
And the clouds,paper thin.
Tombstones and graves astray.
But something was glowing in the pathway.
It was a flower patch.
As color began to hatch.
One flower was dark and blue.
It shined brightly in the storm.
And its petals were thorn.
With a sense of sadness.
You wondered,what happened to its petals?
The madness it went through.
The...
You were bored,the sun went away.
You did not expect.
But you walk into a cemetery to inspect.
The cemetery was dark and grim.
And the clouds,paper thin.
Tombstones and graves astray.
But something was glowing in the pathway.
It was a flower patch.
As color began to hatch.
One flower was dark and blue.
It shined brightly in the storm.
And its petals were thorn.
With a sense of sadness.
You wondered,what happened to its petals?
The madness it went through.
The...
#motivational
#flowers
#uplifting
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Stinknet
06/30
Stinknet
Round Yellow
invasive
Tootsie Pop
Greedy nutrient
sucker
crippling draining
life from others
stinky mother-
(bother) !!!!
Once discovered
dfficult to eradicate
100 seeds per flower
& why maybe the
foul odor!
No flower petals
needed to defend
for It’s toxic to taste
and rancid scent
keep at bay
a
all who try to
alleviate
landscape
from
this Arizona
invader
53...
Stinknet
Round Yellow
invasive
Tootsie Pop
Greedy nutrient
sucker
crippling draining
life from others
stinky mother-
(bother) !!!!
Once discovered
dfficult to eradicate
100 seeds per flower
& why maybe the
foul odor!
No flower petals
needed to defend
for It’s toxic to taste
and rancid scent
keep at bay
a
all who try to
alleviate
landscape
from
this Arizona
invader
53...
#flowers
#NaPoWriMo2024
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scent
folding,
unfolding
easily in
the wind,
your
decorations
observed,
your scent
detectable,
come
pouring out,
enough
to go
around,
the air
drinking up
what excess
my senses
cannot
carry away
of your
blooms.
unfolding
easily in
the wind,
your
decorations
observed,
your scent
detectable,
come
pouring out,
enough
to go
around,
the air
drinking up
what excess
my senses
cannot
carry away
of your
blooms.
#flowers
#wind
#nature
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Frida
she weeps in flowers
they grace her table
along with globs of paint
brushes stand in wait
aged and smooth from weary hands
stained with feelings of rebirth
slowly she paints
flowers convalesce
on a background
of muted tones
they flourish
each petal gracefully unfurls
easing her image
into a bounty of rich hues
where they are free to hang
bend without breaking
knowing no hardship
she imagines her
tears pooling in the vase
so clear and without the fog
of...
they grace her table
along with globs of paint
brushes stand in wait
aged and smooth from weary hands
stained with feelings of rebirth
slowly she paints
flowers convalesce
on a background
of muted tones
they flourish
each petal gracefully unfurls
easing her image
into a bounty of rich hues
where they are free to hang
bend without breaking
knowing no hardship
she imagines her
tears pooling in the vase
so clear and without the fog
of...
#flowers
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#art
#admiration
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9 Comments
Taraxacum
04/30
Taraxacum
Rooted underground but not very deep
It’s dandy to use in tonic or tea
Stems and leaves, this lion of a plant
can be found amidst the garden
jungle of flowers and weeds
Sold for a pretty price
if You’d rather use for salads
in lieu of spraying an eliminating
concoction to make
‘em go away
Bright yellows is its disguise
To cause our eyes to wonder
Some see it as a bother
some, like me,
see Food!
66 unique words
Taraxacum
Rooted underground but not very deep
It’s dandy to use in tonic or tea
Stems and leaves, this lion of a plant
can be found amidst the garden
jungle of flowers and weeds
Sold for a pretty price
if You’d rather use for salads
in lieu of spraying an eliminating
concoction to make
‘em go away
Bright yellows is its disguise
To cause our eyes to wonder
Some see it as a bother
some, like me,
see Food!
66 unique words
#flowers
#food
#NaPoWriMo2024
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2 Comments
Cherry Blossoms
daffodils with petal snow
falling to the ground
from cherry blossoms in a slow
spiraling around
around around in the breeze,
transfixed by unheard sound
memory of winter flees
as they reach the ground
with honking geese in the sky
celebrating the
urge to leave, the time is nigh
to fly in a ragged V
to everywhere that's still wild
northern lakes now call,
watching, feeling quite beguiled
as cherry blossoms fall -
regenerated and recharged
by springtime's energy
radiating loud and...
falling to the ground
from cherry blossoms in a slow
spiraling around
around around in the breeze,
transfixed by unheard sound
memory of winter flees
as they reach the ground
with honking geese in the sky
celebrating the
urge to leave, the time is nigh
to fly in a ragged V
to everywhere that's still wild
northern lakes now call,
watching, feeling quite beguiled
as cherry blossoms fall -
regenerated and recharged
by springtime's energy
radiating loud and...
#flowers
#nature
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4 Comments
capturing butterflies
it does not
seem fair
to follow you,
watch my
chance when
you land,
to drink,
intoxicate
yourself
on sweet
nectar,
to pin
your wings
back with
finger
and thumb,
to impede
your freedom.
seem fair
to follow you,
watch my
chance when
you land,
to drink,
intoxicate
yourself
on sweet
nectar,
to pin
your wings
back with
finger
and thumb,
to impede
your freedom.
#flowers
#sky
#butterfly #nature
#butterfly #nature
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Bouquet for a Hurting Friend
Daisy
Do you remember last June –
days spent in green-dappled heat,
dancing in the golden light,
dipping our heads in the breeze
discovering the dainty
discretions we hold so close?
Darling, I will never tell.
Lily (of the Valley)
Let me touch your gentle white.
Lament the loss of past lives –
loving new growth between hurts,
living in the in-between
like proud, yet demure ladies
lusting for life, taking it.
Love, your renewal is joy.
Fiddlehead (Fern)
Forget all that is...
Do you remember last June –
days spent in green-dappled heat,
dancing in the golden light,
dipping our heads in the breeze
discovering the dainty
discretions we hold so close?
Darling, I will never tell.
Lily (of the Valley)
Let me touch your gentle white.
Lament the loss of past lives –
loving new growth between hurts,
living in the in-between
like proud, yet demure ladies
lusting for life, taking it.
Love, your renewal is joy.
Fiddlehead (Fern)
Forget all that is...
#flowers
#hurt
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