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Bluebell Poems - Poems about Bluebell

Bluebell Fairy
Bluebells are gorgeous. I've written this poem for a friend who loves the Bluebell Fairy. Bluebell Fairy By Michelle Morris 21/04/2025 The Bluebell Fairy is real She will bless you every Spring See her dance and play through the garden Be delighted by her charms She'll remind you that there's Hope She'll remind you to find Joy Every single...

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Categories: bluebell, beauty, fairy, god, hope,
Form: Free verse
Bluebell Dells
Idyllic illicit illusion… Complicit daydream delusion… Explicit panoply profusion… Other worldly garlanded gems.. Purring poetic…balletic..stirring kinetic aesthetic.. Absurdly drop atop delicious stems.. Heavenly blue hue...serenity’s serendipitous shade.. Or purple patch so plush…fairies blamelessly blush.. Bucolic blossom hush... mother nature's made.. Garnishing..varnishing.. intricate forest floor laid.. Magical mist…delicate..sumptuously sprayed... Trysts persist…unctuously dappled glade.. How can you resist..not be swayed? Flagrantly decadently displayed. Fragrantly delectably conveyed... Casts seasonal smorgasbord spells.. Marvel...

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Categories: bluebell, nature,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Bluebell Waits In My Reading Nook
My reading nook is a quiet place, filled with my favorite things. Books I have read more than twice, plush pillows and cushions. The sun filters through the cherry blossom tree in the spring. In the summer I often fall asleep on the blue window seat. I have spent more hours in this room than any other place in...

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Categories: bluebell, books, dog,
Form: Blank verse
Premium Member Bluebell Song
Who will hear the bluebells ringing through the prairie? Notes dispersed asunder, stroked from blooming brushes, painted loud as thunder. Who will hear the bluebells lost in dulcet rapture? Symphonies of new birth, swaying to the wind’s song; chiming with blue blushed mirth. 23 Apr 2022...

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Categories: bluebell, flower, spring,
Form: Monchielle Stanza
Premium Member Bluebell River
Bluebells curtsy mildew pasture Vibrant, submissive, indigo chimes Blooms convene, witnessing daybreak Vain, boastful, early spring unveils, English bulbs amidst sweet woodland scent Floral rivers flourishing below The matured red stags weary hooves, Strength, stamina, amongst delicate, petite Burnt auburn fur, greets azure petal streams - Beneath April's succulent trees ...

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Categories: bluebell, blessing, emotions, england, flower,
Form: Free verse



Scented Leaves
When bluebells drench'd with dews of summer eves* open their eyes, she slips from my embrace, frowns, looking at her watch, puts the long lace black gartered stockings on and, scented, leaves my dreams… I wonder why she never wears a dress. It may take neighbors unawares. * “The Scholar Gypsy” by Matthew Arnold 10.11.2019 Scented Leaves Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues...

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Categories: bluebell, dream, humor,
Form: Rhyme
The Bluebell Wood
Green velvet-covered limbs rest on carpet of azure and amethyst. Chandelier light spilling out golden shards, illuminating figures dancing a quickstep. Orchestra on the wing, melodic, worshipping delights of Spring. Whispering of huge, ancient oaks, fluttering green foliage, re-birth, emerging from winter’s long gestation. Tall, strong trunks, feet entrenched in earth, covered by nodding heads. Arms reaching to the sky, forming a haven, an umbrella, a shelter for...

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Categories: bluebell, appreciation, emotions, nature,
Form: Free verse
Bluebell Woods
I love bluebells, I like their deep scent, the way they jingle invitingly in the spring breeze, their delicate blanket patchworked by trees, brief but bold blues against verdant greens, sparkling with white anemones. This year I look at them and all they are doing is reminding me of the colour of your eyes....

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Categories: bluebell, absence, color, england, i
Form: Verse
Premium Member - I Died a Little Inside - a Sad Bluebell Story -
A windswept bluebell I am even though the sun is high in the sky The wind ruffled the hair my skin would slowly freeze like mosaic Want to paint the picture with beautiful thoughts but difficult to find the rainbow Tears, so many tears my heart ripped apart The pain took a different form Your sobbing lungs needed a new life Lung cancer with spread...

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Categories: bluebell, blue, cancer, death, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Why Blue
Why is the sky so blue, the reflection of the sea, that is what we are told, why are some folks eyes' shades of blue, blue-eyed beauties for me that's true, Michaelmas daisies, late summer blues, no equal to the late springtime bluebell hues, Tommy Steel, never felt like singing the blues, he did, it was a ruse, made...

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Categories: bluebell, blue, emotions,
Form: Free verse
The Bluebell Concert
Heaven’s orchestra. The concert begins. Symphony played. Instrumental composition, Springs violins sounds, Trumpets call, The earth rejoices. Woodwind blows, Tempo vibrating love. Dawn chorus! Awakens, Clashing cymbals, Bluebells chime. Beats with poetic rhythm. The audience watch. As crescendo of colour, Blooms. Wendy Jae...

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Categories: bluebell, poems,
Form: Personification
Bluebell Woods
path of bluebells briefed oaken limbs breathe caution's wind immanence emits Lavender lips of light spill forth her embrace brushed soft glints of splendor 'cross my eye left low, an aura hanging on a breeze still night moons burn engulfing her grace Fearless thy sight, guide where mist taints tired trails forged, drapes heavy irons held release past...

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Categories: bluebell, art, devotion, light, visionary,
Form: Free verse
Bluebell Woods
Unfolding through the woodlands, A carpet of bedazzled blue, Bells summoning the fairies, To the Springtime review. They've come to make their magic, To cast their seasonal spells, The bluebell's nodding head's, Beckons that all is well. The fairies fill bluebell thimbles And drink ambrosia essence, Sitting on spotted toadstools Beneath leaves so luminescent. If you're walking through woodland, Don't trample the beautiful bells, It will bring you such...

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Categories: bluebell, beautiful, blue, drink, fairy,
Form: Quatrain
Searching Bluebell Wood
In springs frost the dance begins again Four four time and fluttering wings rapid beat and anxious breath Here in a cold grey mornings rage a damp sun failed to rise it rains in the drip of quietness while I exhale on life's stage All around is strewn with a sparkling light unwelcome in their private realm I find...

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Categories: bluebell, spring,
Form: I do not know?
Premium Member Bluebell Woods
Where hazel bushes mix with sturdy oaks and beech trees densely grow in shades of green the fairy flowers come in early spring attired in clothes of violet-blue sheen. The swathes of bluebells, like a sheet unrolled before our eyes, breathtaking to behold! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -...

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Categories: bluebell, flower, nature,
Form: Rhyme

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