Best Daffodil Poems
Dreamscape of daffodils
Designed in acrylic
Depicts saffron smeared faith
Dawning of balmy views
Deep pink and purple hues
Drifting through musky air
Darling, you'll find me there
Daffodil dimples
Crape myrtle blooms form
the entrance now leading
Into the garden of
dreams that we share
Rose buds and hyacinths
tickle our senses
Blending their fragrance
so sweet with the air
Lantana flowers in
yellows of lemon
Paint summer sunrises
along the wall
Hibiscus petals are
raining so softly
Before our eyes as
their beauty does fall
Daffodil dimples now
show as they're smiling
Watching the two of us
greeting the day
Now hand in hand
as we wander this garden
So much in love
midst this wondrous display
Good morning Soupers
What flower am I?
I represent my country which I love,
Springtime and I go hand in glove.
To see me makes everyone smile,
I grow in every garden can see me for miles.
My vibrant colour yellow and bright,
I blow my own trumpet, Cos I know I am right .
If cut I don't last, just a day or so,
So please in your garden let me grow.
My scent is not noted as a perfume,
Yet a tub of me fills up a room.
On March 1st my significance will be on a high scale,
When I am worn in the lapel, of everyone, from Wales
I am a daffodil, I herald in springtime
Growing straight, proud, cos it's forgiving time.
Meaning of Daffodils.
Give daffodils to someone when as a token of forgiveness or give them away as a token of appreciation for their honesty.
Penned 3 May 2015
bright green spears appear
early april’s sweet prelude ~
nature unfolding
delicate perfume
still life of sunshine and rain ~
tiny ant’s palace
Spring Flower, Bird or Butterfly Haiku x 2 Poetry Contest
2nd Place
Tania Kitchin
2/15/23
Howmanysyllables #34
lovely daffodil
leading springtime flower parade
mystical march dance
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There among the petals of my past as miniature wings buzz,
bouncing here and there, my mind follows their wayward path,
becoming lost within the patterns meandering, recalling those
moments when we imagined this oasis, out beyond the arbor
where our love bloomed as daffodils on a warm spring day,
when beauty was destined to the eye of the beholder as
it was to our little friend upon finding a perfect rose
Now as I peer past the fractured lattice, where weeds of all
shapes and sizes have gathered, my eyes become moist when
a pest bumbles towards my face and I swat it down.
As I watch it wriggle in the overgrown grass, yellow
and black bands desperately trying to reclaim its journey,
I see that day when winter set about your frail frame
and you wilted before my eyes
Picking up a stick I gently lift the insect from the grass
and watch it happily fly away, tiny wings on a chilly spring day,
glistening through the clouds that wrap this place in your absence
and I wonder if your wings are fluttering as I think about
you. When I notice a single daffodil blooming among the
bramble and thicket, a soft yellow reply fluttering in the breeze
and I gaze up to the heavens and smile
9/4/19
Written for: Where Bumbles Bounce Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
She blooms a cheerful yellow,
Under the sunshine mellow,
Her long, dangling legs swaying,
Bobbing her head, displaying
A royal elegant charm,
She shines brightly in the farm,
Spring has arrived, so has she,
Her blonde tresses bounce in glee,
The breeze is her dancing friend,
Together, they bow and bend,
Setting the dance stage ablaze,
Spring smiles in daffodil daze.
20th February 2023
For Joseph May's "In bloom" contest
I’m a lovely daffodil, yellow like the sun.
See me in my garden spot; I’m the mellow one.
Nearby are my tulip friends; how I love their hues.
But a bright blue crocus has turned into my muse.
In the breeze when all we blooms tend to brightly sway,
I keep hoping that blue crocus wants to look my way.
Hummingbirds and butterflies are great to see around.
There must be a hive somewhere. Bees surely do abound!
There’s this little chipmunk. Such fun antics he plays,
but it’s never long enough that cute critter stays.
Since I’m whimsical, Daffy you may call me.
I’m being visited right now by a honeybee!
My eyes wafted toward the edge of a thicket
Where briars and sage hastened to thrive
There amid brush and bramble, a delicate face
Peeped out from the dense shrubbery and pine
Lighting my heart and reassuring my senses
That life was about to start fresh this Spring
Laughed the hesitant blooms of a bunch of
Lemony yellow daffodils chuckling with joy
Brilliant creamy flowers on stems of emerald
Danced in the flickering sunlight that whispered
Through the wood and reminded me that life
Was about to start anew, fresh as these buds
Breathing through the whispers of delicious
Intimate caresses I chose a flower for my table
And grew more hungry for their flavors than
The food that tastes so delicious to the appetite
There will be brighter flowers, more vivid and lively
Swaying in the breeze, more lovely than moonlight dreams
But I don’t believe there will ever be a more beloved
Delicate smile from any Spring blush than the daffodil
The Most Beautiful Flowers You've Seen Blossoming This Spring So Far Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser
May 8, 2021
Daffodill sheer trumpets
Dearest friendships you gift
Doused miles of sweet scent
Dozens charm in bouquets
Darned bright in raven hair
Deck gardens in yellow
Delicate fresh flower
Daffodils peeking,
Opening their yellow eye
through a hat of snow.
At the crystal lake where Narcissus once gazed at his reflection
stands a handsome flower with a white silken face and golden eye.
I can hear Echo’s voice on the wind which wails forlornly.
*Poet's Daffodil’s bright yellow eye watches me intently.
Pen in hand - pondering how vanity left beauty in its stead -
I sit and now start writing as the flower nods approval.
Written Feb. 28, 2012 for Francine Robert's
*****willows or daffodils Poetry Contest
*Poet's Daffodil is Narcissus poeticus, one of the first
daffodils to be cultivated. It is associated with the Greek
legend of Narcissus.
Sound your trumpet loud oh Daffodil
So all around can hear
Cover green with golden quilt
To show that spring is here
Fill our hearts with hopes of Sun
To warm us to our core
Enrich our lives with petals gold
Heralding spring with winter o’er
Your golden flutes play to our hearts
As we gaze upon your spread
Slowly swaying in the wind
In reverence your bowed head
We too our heads we need to bow
And thank Him for our sight
To look upon you Daffodil
Is to remind us of His might
Living rays of sunshine in fragrant blossom
Hide their countenance from the silver face of
The moon riding high outside her window
From twilight ‘til dawn, they in patience
‘Bide the night, keeping silent vigil o’er
The lone sleeper that lay before them
She lay dreaming of fresh air in the spring of her youth
Running through the bright summer gardens and
Dancing with the memory of autumn
Now, as the winter winds howl outside her window
She dreams of warm kisses and
A man with daffodils in his outstretched hand
Christopher Thor Britt
Motif: Nature/Romantic
A daffodil I see
yellow beautiful head
showing in barren bed
This typifies to me
Spring blooms makes me happy
Winter worries I shred
Soon the bees will be here
Pollen coating their hair
Flower to flower share
Many flowers I fear
Would die unless bees near
Working yet unaware.
A daffodil to me
Means winter woes set free