Best Bluebells Poems

Hark, I hear bells tinkling in tune.
   Spring has arrived , a big hooray.
      For bluebells are now in full bloom.
         Look yonder, my friends and admire
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We wandered
into the realm of the bluebells
that dwell in the flood plain
after the spring rains.

Carefully 
we stepped 
through the blue kingdom
along the streams.

We could not hear
the tiny bells, 
ringing with mirth.

But we saw
the great heron lift off
toward the river,
his silent blue winged shadow
gliding over the...

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Thy love rings like bluebells caught in spring’s breeze
Singing out to my heart heaven’s chorus
Such beauteous song brings larks to their knees
Humming birds charm-ed stilly and voiceless
Thy radiant smile beclouds the sun’s rays
Jaundice daffodils wilt in thy presence
Thou favour emits an opium haze
Lovers’ Lorelei reborn...

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Bluebells are a ringin' and springin' up like kites.
Thyme is rustling along, glimpsing at dazzling sights.

Fox tails are a wagin' in the breeze, zig-zagin',
strutting their charisma, to be petted beggin'.

Roses are perfuming, famous scent resuming,
competing with nearby lilac flowers blooming.

Be still, my bleeding heart, absorb...

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Where yet refrain spider hides, fairy chides 
Shall dare tease and tiptoe on spiders webs 
Silvery string hang and swing amides guides 
Slack-lining steps along until it ebbs 

Shall dare tease and tiptoe on spiders webs 
From fairest creatures' spirit free clamor 
Slack-lining steps along...

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  Virtuous lilies
    Merriest bluebells
  Fragrant roses
    All these she sells

  Approaching
    each passing car
  Displaying her wares
    Wishing on a star
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blue, drink, fairy, flower, music, nature, water,


BLUE BELLS!

Little blue bells ring out
Their calls to  faerie visits 
To sing to their songs! 

DRINKING FACES!

Blue Bells funnel drink
Down into dry throat-ed faeries
Filling cups of water!

BLUE BELL TRUMPETS!

Toot out their music
Across the flowered garden
In time with the...

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The chestnuts are in full flower and the sycamores are humming with bees,
Meadow grass is knee deep full of flowers, the dog rose climbs up a fence,
The cowslips sway gently like the sea in the corner of a lime green meadow,
Cowslips retire at the end...

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Emily Bronte makes her mark
speaking of the sweet bluebell
in its power shows its blossom
one can't help but go and tell

Springtime in the UK brings them out
the bluebell has a lovely scent
which hangs in the air so heavily
from bell-shaped flowers heavenly sent

The bluebell symbolises something great
humility,...

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Bluebells


      Blue carpeted greenwood glade,
      Leaves spread on the forest floor.
      Under tall woodland trees displayed,	
      English bluebells by the score.

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Blue Belle lies among the bluebells
Deep within the wood,
Every year she returns there,
Remembering a rhyme,
Contemplating a crime,
And every time she leaves
 A new Belle walks away
from the bluebell wood....

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garden bluebells 
bow beneath heavy gaze
cupped dew falls...

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I am going to paint a picture of bluebells in a field
Will try to convert this view into words as it yields
Its meandering path through flowers so deep
Past a stream that looks gold from the noon day heat

A slight incline makes the journey go slow
The...

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Mostly bluebells
in dells and fells
that springtime tells
with her soft bells.

In my ears' shells
you say "Bluebells..."
and my tear wells
by fells and dells.


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He came to me and gently brought,
the fairest flowers of His thought.

Joy arrived with euphoric mums,
softly as the hummingbird hums.

Purity blown from baby’s breath,
ever innocent until death.

Peace pervaded purest poppy,
tranquil bliss nothing can copy.

Happiness borne from pure lily,
butterfly wings, dainty and frilly.

Gratitude from feathered pink...

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