Flower Abc Poems | Examples
These Flower Abc poems are examples of Abc poems about Flower. These are the best examples of Abc Flower poems written by international poets.
The colors of flowers
You see, it was about the flowers, a few people
know that the colors of flowers can be mind
altering like dark blue can bring on nostalgia
or a hankering for the good old days, which you
when not seduced by red roses, can instantly
recognize it as a traffic stop, wait for the amber
light to soberly drive on
The flowers I think of have long, sturdy stems
that has dew drops on it, since it is morning
A mark mouse sits on the pistil of a lilac flower
Smiles and waves to the audience, so perfect
a scene like a little girl's dream
a sonnet
a cockroach is climbing up
the outer wall of the building
aiming for my open kitchen
window
when reaching the window
sill, I pushed back down
it landed on a flower bed
I sensed its resolve, no doubt
it will try again
when I'm frying fish and
open the widow for the smell
it will make a move
The diabetes Fraud
On Der Spiegel today I read that a solution to diabetes had been discovered, the article showed a serious medical staff breaking out
In jubilation, followed by happy patients
The reason it was not made official was because the big pharma would shut it down
Hang on!
I remember having read the same article 5 years ago about a rare plant in Peru that in powder and taken before bed would cure Diabetes
A spoonful of this stuff a day will surely keep Doctors away
The rare plant from a hidden valley in Peru now
In liquid form are costly, but what the heck
A diabetic is willing to pay any price to be able
To be cured right?
You will hitherto be slim and handsome again Full of energy vigorously march forward to new life, thanks to a flower in Peru
Such a fraud, the slimming of your bank account, you have been had when the blood sugar is too high and it is back to insulin again
Artificial blooms cause delight!
Exquisite freesias, geraniums, hellebores
Iris, jasmine, kaffir lilies.
My neighbour Oscar
plants quirky realistic stems.
Transplanting unkempt verges
with xanthic yellow zinnias.
As blue cornflowers decorate each field giving hope in July.
Kings learn many new opportunities; probing questions;
real self-therapy; unblemished veracity with Xyris yearly zest.
A beautiful colorful day,
every flower greeting hellos.
I'm joyfully kissing love,
many nights.
Only polite quiet recipients,
sound true universal valentines.
Wanting xylophone youthful zeal.
Alluring
Bouquet
Carnations
Delivered.
Envelope
Florist
Gorgeous,
Honoring
Inks
Journey
Keeping
Love
Moreover
Needing
Ours.
Purposely
Quickening
Revealed
Safety
Transforming
Unselfish
Value
Wreathing;
X-raying;
Yearning;
Zen!
the flower that blooms in the morning
loses its senses in the twilight
before the stars catch sight
it gives up its breath...
Not sure yet, I slowly turn to the sound of a familiar voice.
Yours maybe?
It has been three years since the social dance of co-workers and mingling - inevitable small talk.
Three years ago, this was a not so foreign path.
Is it too much all at once?
These long office corridors can be home
versus the long, dreadful, hours spent at home
the winter months are not the worst - June, July and August are the culprits.
They drag - like an old train chugging past.
Whistling in the wind.
My life is not a rundown railroad train.
dodging my own shadow, I spent what seemed like lifetimes, watching the sun slouch across the carpet.
Seated at a round table, they laugh in the crowded cafe.
Alert yet apart, I will blend in like a chameleon, like a flower in a vase I will arrange myself to bend with my fellow flowers.
We will all bloom and it will all be glorious.
A butterfly's flight,
Lost in the foreshore of the night;
With tears in her eyes,
She hung from the trees and cried.
Her gaze met mine,
And in that moment, we intertwined;
With the moonlight as our guide,
She sang and spread her wings wide.
She fell from the trees,
Onto the water, as gentle as a breeze;
It seemed she had lived for eons,
As her wings glimmered like precious stones.
I touched them with grace,
And in that touch, I found my place;
For in the foreshore of the night,
Her peace and melody took flight.
As the night draws to a close,
And the shelter of dreams fades and goes;
The touch of her wings,
And the tranquility in her sings.
Forever in my soul,
Without fail, her beauty unfolds.
A cold wind caresses her face
Her heart and mind begin to race
When she heard him saying the differences
Tears falls like a rain from her face
Fear like poison racing through her vein
She held phone tight her breath it strains
She wanted his hand till last destination
But he left with dozens of explanations
She keeps coming back for the final goodbyes
She can finally see him leaving with open eyes
Like a flower whose petal have died
All she feel emptiness inside
Nature makes me blossom,
from the flower that blooms in my backyard,
to the tall trees that shimmer with green.
When I was five I remember exploring the outdoors,
taking my red sketchbook everywhere.
Lines flying through the page,
as I try to resemble the observation.
Adding touches of color one by one.
Tunes of nature hum in my ear.
The chirping of the birds,
the crackling of the leaves,
the whistling of the breeze.
I cherished so much of nature.
I began to see a blur of an animal in the distance,
covered in brown with speckles of white dots.
It came into a clear view.
It was a baby deer!
Sweat beads formed around my neck.
My hands began to tremble,
rushing to find a blank page to draw my observation.
Pencil gripped in my hand.
I began to draw.
But the deer quickly raced off.
Be a flower and not a Thorn
Every morning you are Reborn
Be a bridge and not a Wall
Get up stand up if you Fall
Be a bird and not a Beast
Fly wherever from North to East
Be in love with every being
From the skies somebody is seeing
Be a Believer and not an Athiest
Life is all a lovely Feast
I just want to be on it
I mean I want to live in the moment
You only have one life to live
And that's what I plan to do
I want to enjoy the view
The breathe of fresh Air , I want to care
About every second every hour
I want to be that flower
That grows and never dies
Live in the moment
By a surprise,do everything right
In God eyes,live for now not for later
Within me, is something greater
We will not live forever
Yes I know, so for knowing want
To seize the moment
Like it's my last
Leave the past in the past
I just want to tell the world and let them see
What a moment looks like
And in a blink
It could be over
So I want to let
The emotions roll off
Know that everything
Comes with a cost
But the cost I want is to be free
Free of hurt,free of pain
Free of memories that are not important
Free to receive God's annointment
And the opportunities
Jump on it
Living in the moment
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
01/19/2020
SHE IS BEAUTIFUL
SHE IS HUMBLE
SHE IS REMAERKABLE
SHE IS UNFORGETABLE
SHE IS STRONG
SHE IS FEARLESS
SHE IS QUEEN
WHATEVER YOU THROW AT HER SHE CAN HANDLE
CAUSE SHE IS A WOMAN