Lyric Flower Poems

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April Showers (Anacreontic Verse)

Putting the blame
on global warming
winter felt the pinch
rain was scarce
and spring arrived
lamenting its luck
unable to twirl
in habitual gown
of green satin
shyly tiptoeing
keeping a low
profile, feeling blue;
the wind intervened
encouraged her
with soothing words 
to wait patiently;
dark clouds came
and April showers 
quenched thirsting soil;
spring breathed 
in relief, able
to look ahead
in the knowledge
that May would 
come, parading
delightful flowers 
in abundance!


Contest: Anacreontic Verse 3
Sponsor: Edward Ebbs
Placed 3rd

Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2016

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In a silent beckoning From the hearts loving call Where a simple day of beauty falls A white rose opens So pure so free And wings of love In you In me Take flight beyond To drift so free Each delicate petal Of silken love In wind blown dream Rise above Where painted gardens In rainbow mist Flouish beneath A loving kiss

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2017

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I am reminded of... the days I would watch her work 
in her flower garden for hours at a time
I am reminded of... the days she would take me by my
hand and say come along help grandma
I am reminded of... me carrying my little bucket along
to help her water all  of her flowers
I am reminded of... The smiles that would cover grandma's 
face when new flowers would be blooming
I am reminded of... sitting on the bench with her and watching 
the butterflies fluttering amongst the flowers
I am reminded of... The birds singing their happy songs as they 
flew around the flower garden
I am reminded of... the wind drifting by us and the fragrance of
the flowers floating all around us
I am reminded of...our walks back from the flower garden and 
our talks along the path back to her house
I am reminded much I miss her everytime I smell these 
beautiful flowers that still grow in her flower garden

In Loving Memory of my Grandmother
Helen Lyvine (Fosnaught) Myers

Entry: 5th Poem on the Soup for P.D.'s contest
12th Place winner

Copyright © Carol Sunshine Brown | Year Posted 2011

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Anacreontic Verse Winter has now passed, tears drip from the sky grey clouds hide the blue it’s raining! I cry. April showers bring us welcomed rain, our garden’s thirst is quenched again. Vibrant crocuses of yellow and blue peer through the soil. Daffodils dance in the warm spring breeze, their golden pollen may make you sneeze! Terrific tulips delight us bursting with jewelled colours of purple, pink and red. Cherry blossom falls on a zephyr breeze, resembling pretty pink wedding confetti falling from the trees. Checked using How Many Syllables Contest -Anacreontic Verse 3 sponsored by Edward Ebbs 04~04~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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As lilies are arrayed,
So might an angel
Bestowed upon me
May delightfully be.
That her wings will
Be softer than silk
In my calloused and
Undeserving hands.
That her beauty may
Bloom as a field of
Sweetly scented flowers.
As a rose that wilts not, 
So shall the gentleness
Of her loving embrace
Be forever felt upon
My beating chest.
As the fluffiness of
White hydrangeas,
Pedestaled, enthroned
In a palace of gold,
So shall my queen—
Elegant, wondrous—
Be loved.

Copyright © Daniel Handschuh | Year Posted 2017

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There’s no greater spiritual healing,	
Than planting vegetable seedlings,
And feeling living soil on your hands.
You might get tired from aerating,
Watering, weeding, and cultivating.
A kind of love that’s hard to understand.

There’s just no better money investments	
Than organic compost soil amendments,
To improve the structure of your tilth.
Add to that mycorrhizal fungus—
Watch your fruit flourish in abundance,
And feast upon your fresh garden wealth.

To make your garden more prosperous
Dig in some nitrogen, phosphorous,
And potassium rich amendments;
Sulfur, calcium, magnesium
Copper, manganese, molybdenum,
Zinc, iron, boron-- trace elements.

Don’t just plant flowers to please your eyes;
Attract honeybees and butterflies
To pollinate those vegetable blooms.
Whether you’ve got sand, silt, clay or loam;
A garden’s the best part of your home—
Make your gardens your favorite rooms.

Soil’s beneath your fingernails.
Green stains are on your hands.
Your face is weathered by the sun,
And manure’s on your pants.
You might look like a redneck,
But whatever your background…
There’s just nothing that tastes better
Than what you grew from the ground.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2016

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Oh my sweet Lilly
stately and true
graceful and long
soft and delicate
so angelic
white and pure
like love should
when in bloom
brightening a spring
with tenderness
an aroma
like a sweet perfume
touching my heart
leaving a song
of memories
you are beautiful
the color in life
you are my lilly
I love you

Edward J. Ebbs - November 7, 2015

Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2015

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What is love unless it blooms
With that sweet fragrance lingering in the air
The beauty and passion unfolds to reveal a scentual pleasure
You feel the calling as your body craves just a touch
The soft tenderness and beauty which speaks a truth
There is just nothing quite like a rose...

Edward J Ebbs - August 6, 2012

Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2014

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Syrupy dewdrops,
slowly trickle 
down the sides of
a yellow tulip.
And a red blush
tints the bloom,
as though kissed
by the sun's first rays.
Its gilded light pools
like liquid gold,
as translucent cells
absorb color.
And waxen petals
morph, into a
unique flower.
While a sky of blue
hangs in contrast,
for this masterpiece
of living art.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016

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The birds sit on the willow;
The sun peeps from the sky.
Downstream the noisy rivers flow,
And busy ants scurry by.

A butterfly with rainbow color
Runs wildly as a vine - 
Passing o're the flowers
In paths of strange designs.

The flower trees are bending:
Smiling to the rain.
Gigantic trees are mending;
And summer dawns again.

Copyright © Patrick Carpen | Year Posted 2015

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You! My Love, your flower blooms sweet scented pure and gentle. Breathless beauty, joyful tears wet my face when I see you. My heart flutters with your touch. My soul sings when you smile. Soft and smooth you soothe me, adrift forever in your sigh. I float on air when I'm with you. Lost am I when you are gone my delicate magnificent beautiful blossom, you make me whole!

Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015

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O' where O' where does my Spring flower bloom........ ~ Chardonnay sips at midnight upon the fires warm glow her face lit in flickering beauty as my hand followed each curve delicate and slow A reunion of two hearts with echoing beauty behold I reminisce in silent murmurs within my heart aglow One year to the day in frantic thoughts I search my loving poetic fortress again and again I yearn ~ O' where O' where does my Spring flower bloom........ A reunion of two hearts with echoing beauty behold I reminisce in silent murmurs within my heart aglow O' where O'where.......... _________________________________________ Echoes Of The Heart Honorable Mention The Heart Of Seduction 11/15/2014 12:00:00 AM

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2013

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Anacreontic Verse 3 Contest
Sponsor:  Edward Ebbs

Tender sprinkles
drizzles of vigor
April grants
roots of life
entwined seedlings
buds a bloomin'
Spring flourishes
slivers of sun 
pansies sprout
splendid day lilies 
peak with desire
unknown beauty
lying beneath
earth's tilted axis
eager to blend
May penetrates
mother nature
with her seasons
new life awoken
merging blossoms
pink lilies adored
daisies of yellow
florets embraced
alluring scents
stunning white roses
a lovely gift
for my sweetheart

Anacreontic verse is an Ancient Greek lyrical form, consisting of 20- to 30-line poems with three to five syllables per line.

Checked Syllables at
Total # of syllables:  112 syllables
Total # of words:  69

Date Written: March 27, 2016

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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Who named the rose the flower of Love?

Or is it the flower of passion  or maybe undying lust?

Was there anyone who wasn't pricked by its  thorns?

Wasn't there  anyone who wasn't fooled by its beauty?

Wasn't there ever a wife who tasted the salt of  her tears

to the betrayal of a husband's lover?

Wasn't there ever a lover who  opened the diary of life

to find the wrinkled red petal of years still in waiting

What is the rose,except the scent of imagination

choking  with the  fragrance of never be mine

What's in a name?Who is the rose?Who baptised this flower?

the flower of seasons,the flower who lives in the rough 

hiding its nakedness of pain in delicate and strong

All a rose ever will be is a  birthed  flower which breeze in the  feeling of 

'You are so special' till you realise,all that you have in your hand is,was

                              A  PAPER   ROSE.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2010

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Anacreontic verse

These April showers
will drown the flowers
and drive the tourists 
all away.
The rainclouds hover.
They run for cover
and wish they'd waited
for a day.
But if thy stay for
only an hour,
they'll find that this
was just a shower.
It is for certain
we'll raise the curtain,
on fields of tulips
in bright array.
But April showers
are good for flowers.
Come back to see us
in sunny May. 


Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2016

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Morning comes with downpour of dazzling dew
That sits on leaves of grass, petals of the flower
And with splendour and glory stains them anew.
Beauty of Eternal image shrinks into finite Hour.

The cruel ray of Sun quivers the grass, the leaves
And the dews suddenly vaporize and flutter away
Like the scattered flying bees of broken beehives.
The parting dew yields to dreary mechanical day.

Though nothing, nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower
Yet tomorrow Dew will return with the downpour
Of splendours and glories of the heavenly power.	

Copyright © Osman Gani | Year Posted 2011

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My heart shakes with joy,
My cheeks sheen superbly,
My eyes stressing out,
When i hold no gloom.

I set my life at a save pace,
Everything around at peace,
An unexpensive feedback to life,
In turn an addition to live.

Copyright © janet muthoni | Year Posted 2013

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Written July 29, 2013

The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

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Life is a flower, given to you
Take care of it for it lays in your hands
Don't ignore her needs for survival
Water her day by day, let her grow deeper into the soil
Weed some of the unwanted plants
That may choke her, and then dies as she struggles for life
Prone some of the branches
Remove the dry leafs with care and kindness
Let her know nature since nature is her mother
Never let her grow alone, for she needs the company of others
As she begins to blossom, you'll know that she has matured with your love 
Life is a flower, don't break her since you can't make another
Life is a precious flower, give her the care she needs.

Copyright © ENOCK SANG | Year Posted 2015

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As I did gaze upon her for the first time as she labored in small shop in what appeared to be 
a hole in a wall that open into this place where she did work all day. Almaz was an Ethiopian 
beauty with gorges reddish color hair which was filled with big curly locks that seem to flow 
into an endless chasm of never ending twist and turns, with a smile that seem to light up that 
tiny little room. A rare beauty was she to behold, elegant yet graceful and humble in her 
soul…as I did watch her as she did strategically place each flower by hand one by one and 
with each gentile twist or turn of her soft golden tone skin colored hands until a work of art 
was form inside of each vase that they did adorn.  

Sometimes the vases were made of glass or maybe of some type of fine cultivated stone …
but each one that was made to become a work of art made to express someone else’s 
declared love or concern for a love of family member or even the lost of an unrequited love 
and she did do her best to express their thoughts with the arrangement made from the heart. 
With her beautiful brown eye’s that seem to tell a story of a pain and a deep love for her 
family… that she displayed with each piece of work that she did make. With each day of hard 
work in this small shop where she toiled all day in her endless attempt to repay her family 
for a debt that she so desperately wanted to repay…for it was the love of her father that had 
brought Almaz the flower arranger to this place. 

So many people do take the love of their family for granted, but… no not this lady…no not 
this lady…no not her ever, not even for a second in a day. Almaz made the flowers arrange 
all day, all for a debt of love that she wanted to repay. Little did she know that it was already 
repaid in full… with a father’s silent pray of love to see his daughter in a place where her 
dreams could blossom in the promise land, were no Kings are crowned or Queens ruled, but 
in this place of commoners were freedom was born to rule. Were even the poorest of men 
could rise to the highest office in the land. Truly your father has completed his arrangement 
in the vase with the most beautiful flower that he could find to place it in for the whole world 
to see, Almaz you are that flower that completes his arrangement.

Copyright © Jay Anderson-Taylor | Year Posted 2009

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Don't sit inside and wear a frown,
go outside see what is found.
Gaurenteed you won't be bored,
the four seasons will be adored.
Winter for Christmas, Spring brings flowers,
all that grows loves warm showers.
Summer we swim and get lean,
fall brings a Boo on Halloween.
No matter what time of the year,
the four seasons are enjoying and dear.
So Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall,
these great seasons complete all.

Copyright © Diane Pennestri | Year Posted 2016

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Written June 6, 2013

The preacher read the gospel
And we sank into our tears
Tearing down the curtain
We've been behind for all these years

A baby leaves its mother
An angel drops its wings
Leave me bound against the wall
Dangling by a string

Sitting by the window
Hoping she'll remember me
Sitting by the window
Contemplating memories

Resolve your inhibitions
And you'll find me in the garden
Where the flowers drink champagne
And God is in the rain

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

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Anacreontic verse...

Mud season
Boots squishing
Wind blasting
Cyan lips pursed
Enough already
God hates us

The assaultive
Translucent blue
Frigid raindrops
Get indoors

Oh, let the sun-soaked
Gloom breaking
Cerulean sky
Merrily melt
the gray-cobalt
coffin clouds

Soon, the bright
Azure blooms
It will bring
Blue hyacinth

Glowing in the sun
Warm wind 
Pollen wafting
Softening breeze
God’s mercy is right
Around the corner

For contest: Anacreontic Verse 3
Sponsor: Edward Ebbs

Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016

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Little sibling don't you weep
We'll be together again some day
Close your eyes;go to sleep
It'll all soon be o.k
The longing for you stabbed me deep
Very soon I'll be on your way...
For us to be together like the old golden days
Now don't you fear,don't you cry,wipe those tears off your face
I have th faith that everything will soon go back to place
Mama wants you to be an ace
Make her smile;prove the world that you're not a broken vase
Face the sky, worship God
He's our most devoted guard
United or apart we will forever be...
Part of our family
With our blood in pain
Together,we will surely stop this rain
And all of us will once again
Live in harmony in our torn domain
Aunt, mom, our cousins and dad
Always wanted us to have the life they never had
Their past was very sad
But they brought us up well, for that,we must be glad
Thou the family is torn apart
The hope for a better future will never leave my heart
Aunt always said:"The good day will come"
So let's be on the guard for the rise of that morning's sun.
S. Nuno Pereira

Copyright © Stefanus Nuno Pereira | Year Posted 2012

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Well I am here.
Right where you want.
Crushed right underneath your feet.
Grown wild and free,
Left unhindered,
just became the enemy.
I'm all alone.
A standout in the garden.
A renegade.
I touch, they die.
An unintended weapon.
So I just stay.
Soak in the sun.
I persist in corruption.
Am I just one,
among hated?
Among worst of thousands?
I die alone.
Die in public. 
Die to make your dreams grow.
Don't let me go.
I'm not so bad.
A flower's still a flower.
No matter how.
No matter where.
No matter the damage done.
I'm hideous.
I'm ominous.
An ugly infestation.
Wish to be wild.
Wish to be free.
Wish for my grand salvation.

Copyright © Rick Hall | Year Posted 2015

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Touches the heart
when it starts
i love petrichor 
breeze is blowing
pollens flowing
reaching inner core

	              Month of showering
	              next is flowering
	              thrill is palpable
	              tulips waiting
	              top on rating
	              scarlet markable

Spring is singing
love is bringing
drizzling tiny drops
both are dancing
love enhancing
until shower stops

	              Month is floral
	              love is moral
	              story april may
	              healing wounds
	              raining sound
	              like a morning pray

Droplets shining
end of whining
moment flowers bloom
chorus stands
colorful lands
aroma perfume

Date: 04/10/2016
Entered Contest : Anacreontic Verse 3
Sponsored by: Edward Ebbs

Copyright © Deepak A. | Year Posted 2016

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The tansy and the tarragon are sprouting in the lawn;
I can smell their pungent fragrance in the dewy after-dawn.
The crocus and the daffodils are prancing up the hill;
their dresses all a-shimmer and their bodies never still.
The happy little bluebird is flitting all about
to find the perfect property to hang his shingle out.
The tulip swords are shining in the early morning sun,
and I thought I saw Br'er Rabbit havin' him some rhubarb fun.
It's spring and spring is glorious; brings the child right out of me. 
makes me want to dance at midnight beneath budding apple trees.

Faye Lanham Gibson
© April 10, 2014

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

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Ride on silver, ride on
To the grave...and beyond
Ride on silver, ride on
To the grave...and beyond
To the land of the brave/
The saved
Fly on birdie, fly on
To the sun...and beyond
Fly on birdie, fly on
To the sun...and beyond
To your loved one
The undone
Don't dance with the flower of darkness
Angel of the night
Steal your soul
Then rob the day of light
This incarnation of carnal desire
Burns, burns, burns!
She sells laughter
She sells fun
She sells white dreams
The market in springtime
Sells flower and willow
Primrose for your bed pillow
Don't dance with the flower of darkness
Angel of the night
Steal your soul
Then rob the day of light
This incarnation of carnal desire
Burns, burns, burns!

Copyright © Zhish Kebab | Year Posted 2014

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Stop buzzing round my head bee
I am not a flower
Message understood
I'll go and have a shower

I know I 'm smelling sweaty
This I must agree
Working in the garden
Has made a smelly me.

Buzz off and feed now
flowers over there
Go and fill on pollen
I'm a gardener that cares

Sing to my old man's a dustman    Wait til he starts the my old man part 

Penned 9 July 2013

Contest Song Lyric

Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2013

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Anacreontic Verse

Spring rain comes 
dancing on ground 
it seeps through 
cracks of dry land
heals the wounds
and buds bloom
	Raw rain drops 
	stay quiet on leaves
	and dribble on
	nest beneath where
	love birds swing
	enjoy the patter
Brave breeze opens
red tulip buds
sunrays give kiss 
they feel shy and
bend towards wet
shade of trees
	Bluebirds sing 
	the tune of spring
	I calmly listen 
	and miss grandma 
	who used to keep 
	grains for hungry birds

April 6, 2016.
Anacreontic Verse 3 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ebbs
24 - lines, 3-5 syllables per line, colours used: red and blue

Enter the Any Poem Written On April 4th, 5th or 6th 2016Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo

Copyright © Meenakshi Raina | Year Posted 2016