Best Wild Flower Poems
In the fields of life she grows wild and free
amongst the wild flowers soaking the sun;
gracing the world with her simple beauty
this sweet wild flower is second to none;
while spreading her seed from mountain to sea,
this simple dandelion forever free.
She’s seen in the meadow facing the sky;
gently swaying with the warm summer breeze;
perpetual motion as the day drifts by;
ready to be plucked, her graces to please.
The constraints of life need never apply;
her freedom’s a given, we ask not why.
Blossoms/Grows out in the wilderness ,in
the dark ,towards the light,
its beauty knows no limits and the frangrance enchanting.
Deep rooted ,strong yet so light and envigorting
and its hue changes as a ray of sun,
from dawn to dusk.
Holds all the colours and yet is colourless.
Is guarded/surrounded by giant serpents,
spewing venom when angered.
Tried their luck to tame and control serpents,
few succeeded and rest fell in their trap.
Word spread across as most unattainable,
many battles and wars,some got scars
some pain and others succumbed to it.
Wild flower, gives the strength to move a mountain,
depth of an ocean.
like from a lump of clay,it moulds to
a shape which one wishes to be.
The nectar of this wild flower is sweet,sour
and bitter,just how one tastes it.
when it fully blossoms,the fragrance is everywhere,
soothing the senses.
Makes one immortal,liberating the soul,
showing the wings to fly and soar high.
A wild flower, grew up through
a crack in the pavement, I wondered,
why already not trampled
by so many preoccupied feet?
Sat I down on a
park-bench, further pondering this yellow
charmer, to which I cordially gave greet --
“little tenant,” oh just missed another!
Thinking I saw it, knowingly parry aside;
(one wild flower, persistent, determined
not its beauty to hide.)
Unaware came a team of training joggers,
in colorful, striped briefs; legs and tennis shoes
thoughtlessly-trouncing-everywhere –
Feared I this brave little trooper had finally been
dealt its fatal wild share -- the wind of the runners' healthful,
self-indulgent passing, seemed more a cyclone of careless,
petulant stomping – no sense a little blossom would
they spare!
Deeply rooted in soil, it could not retreat, without vocal
cords it could not plead a shriek – could not shield itself
from such crushing, annihilating defeat.
Sat there I a sad bit longer -- would not dare open my eyes, felt
a tear slipping, my heart seeming knee-deep in morbid dripping.
Smeared blossom, and grieving sunbeams, saw I like a funeral's
dark-arm-band – a segment of my bright world, had just tragically
ended...gone with the lone blossom's, last futile, floral stand –
till a child opened my eyes, making me take peak,
a sweet little voice, not the least tinge bleak, as they carefully parted: “Oh
mother, isn’t that dandelion so dashingly chic!?
Wild Flower
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 In Death Of A Rose by Nate Spears
Rescue this sunflower
It's capable of being a ray of light
Nurture it, value it, and love it
Its petals are more delicate than they appear in sight
A wild flower it is; but it displays beauty
The facts of its species remain unknown
Its fight to reach its true potential is admired
It’ birth to existence is undetermined
It’s roots shows trauma
Its presentation brings hesitates to potential caregivers
No one's prepared to take a chance
This flower is destined to win
All earthly roots sprout from above
At some point in a life’s span; we could use a kiss or hug
He who refuses to display any element of the wild
Is merely real
An artificial representation of life
Stuck in Styrofoam surrounded by fake moss and dust
No breath, no soul, non-existence
A human being choked from an outer dimension.
Rescue this wild flower with love.
Wild Flower
wild flower carpet
in the garden of roses
nature’s harmony
Erich J. Goller
Haiku contest Decmber 10
Unassuming simplicity
Child of the wild
A bit of color to catch the eyes
It’s too much to leave her behind
Sentimental blindness
Can only give bad guidance
Leave her; why break her?
Look only, but do not touch
You’ll soil your hands
Can never be friends
To embrace nature is not in your nature
Think you’ll just put her on your table?
You’ll be unable
A narrow vase by your hands made
Freedom cannot recreate
Take her home, and she’ll wither
But your guilt won’t die with her
An unpretentious wild flower
Peeped out of the crannied stone ledge
A peach coloured blossom
With bright yellow stamens around her navel
She had an exquisite charm
With a seductive smile
So pretty that she could put to shame
Her garden cousins stationed high
She nodded her head in the breeze
As if to invite the footloose ramblers
Who might chance to pass that way
To feast on her beauty
And taste her fragrance
Ere she falls down dead
Sans parting knell
Sans ceremony
In that wilderness
In another day's time,
Unnoticed,
Untouched
Unsung!
Sep.3. 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Deep into the green of the forest
I once took to safari
To discover the secrets of the wild.
Among the thickets and the bushes
I saw a flower in blossom
Shining like in its first day of bloom.
That was one time my eyes fell on you
Among the population in my home town
Like the flower that I saw.....
It was you shining among them
You comforted my heart
Making me come up to you.
That was then the day
Like a dove that had lost its partner
I cooed, you to woo.
How you made me discover my lyrics again
to you I sung and danced
Song after song I spoke my heart to you.
Little did I know wild flower
You would return love in abundance
Like the sands of the sea.......
Day after day I shovel for love
Ever abundant, never ending
The reason my heart follows you.
Tempted and pleased with your ways
In the wild I would never let you be.
With care and utmost wanting I dug you up
Planting you in the garden of my heart
There you flourish
There you bloom and shine.
Life has thrown dirt on me, and I grew a wild flower.
A demon's knife cuts into my spirituality, and I watch my soul be devoured.
Open Bibles lay on my night stands, I keep crosses hanging over each bed.
In my mind I'm wondering wastelands, and I feel like the walking dead!
The emotional scars can't seem to heal, and I search frantically for a way out.
I know Satan is looking for a soul to steal, and so he challenges me to a 12 round bout!
He throws all my weaknesses at me; not one or two, but all at one time.
I indulge in adultery, pick up a gun, inhale some cocaine residue, and set out to commit a
crime!
His evil punches right through me, gripping my heart, and twisting it from side to side.
An upheaval crashes into my reality, tearing my world apart, pushing me closer to suicide!
He keeps a band of demons in my head, and they're doing pushups and jumping jacks in my
mind.
Tear stained cheeks from tears I've shed, and his attacks have left me mentally blind.
Out of the blue, I have a sudden desire to fight back.
I wipe away the cocaine residue, for in my chest the fire feels like a shot of cognac!
I pull my fiery sword from my spiritual backpack, and get in my battle stance.
Like bombs over Iraq, me and the devil begin to violently dance.
It is a dance of death, and I am determined to survive!
I refuse to let this entity take my last breath, and so my will kicks in to overdrive!
The blows from this devil staggers me, and I feel uneasy on my feet.
My sword begins to glow with a hot fury, and I can feel my hammering heartbeat.
I begin to shake with rage, and gripping my sword I go berserk.
This devil had all the powers of a battle mage, but I let my blade do the work!
Spiritually, mentally, I slice and dice this demonic foe.
I will not be this entities sacrifice, for I'm the last heir of Edgar Allen Poe.
I'm gaining spiritual momentum, but I refuse to stop.
As I destroy this devils evil system, I continue to conquer life's mountain top!
Suddenly this evil is banished in a puff of black smoke, never to be seen again.
I remove my blood soaked black cloak, and I feel as if I'm finally purged of my sin.
I now thirst for a new beginning, and the taste of life is sweet and sour.
A former loser, now focused on winning, and no longer am I a wilted wild flower!!
Soft white lace, your face.
Your wild carrot chewable chow.
But hemlock poisons.
My heart feels like wild flowers
bursting from ash
ready to show you how vibrant
only you can make me feel
your kisses leave me weak and
your laughter makes me smile
a sound I can replay like an old cassette
I close my eyes and I'm there
with you in the night I wish
would never end
Your spores, seeds not gratuitously panned
Randomly disbursing; o'er dale, hill fanned
In due season, without preening hand
In quilted colonies, shroud the hinterland
No cultivating touches o'er clandestine strand
No manicured plot o'er uncultured roots spanned
No bridled station your space to remand
In tidy rows you'll never band
No gilded plot, burnished borders to withstand
In unfettered, raw beauty o'er pristine vistas expand
No decorative vase your value to brand,
Or vaunted dais imperiously grand
I've been down.
I've lost my mind.
It's those days I'd like to leave behind.
I got a girl with whom I spend all my time.
We live in the woods and everythings fine.
She's got bright blue eyes.
She's a blessing in disguise.
She's my wild flower.
I can't make it without her.
She likes the simple things in life.
A dime store novel or the little things done right.
She keeps the sunshine burning bright , as the day turns into night.
She's my wild flower.
Your Fall recurrence,
sprinkling lawns multicolor.
But your pedals drop.
she's a wild flower
smiling in the breeze
never to be tamed
so graceful and free
sleeping beneath the moon and stars
she blossoms in the sunshine
brightening up the day
If only I could make her mine
In my heart I sadly know
a wild flower she must remain
for to harvest her beauty
the world would never be the same