Flower Concrete Poems | Examples
These Flower Concrete poems are examples of Concrete poems about Flower. These are the best examples of Concrete Flower poems written by international poets.
Did you hear about the rose
that bloomed in Harlem-
through concrete cracks, through chaos,
through prayers gone thin in steam?
A winter rose
shouldn’t bloom in this blaze-
but you, baby girl, unfold anyway.
Concrete beneath you,
sirens above,
a million ghosts whispering tough love.
You glide past bodegas and busted swings,
past aunties hollering from painted stoops,
past brothers pacing—palms tight with truth.
I watch your curls bounce down One-One-Four,
your laugh a lavender miracle,
soft, sure,
still surviving-
thriving-
in a garden that forgets to welcome
delicate things.
Still, I worry-
that the city might carve its name
into your softness
before you know
you are sacred.
That the sidewalk might swallow you
before you burst.
But Wynter,
you are no damsel,
no flower waiting for rescue.
You are named for frost,
raised in fire,
rooted in rhythms older than this street.
You rise with sunlight,
spin storms into dance,
and grow wild-
like you’ve always known
you could.
Soars Soars
Sparrows borrows
Leaves on greens
Shrubs and scrubs
Tender so Feathering
Flowering
Shapes & shades
Brightly blurred
Colorful beautiful
Constant nectar
Sparrows slips into flower
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023
As a can trash full
I am all mixed up.
As flushed raw sewage
I am all mixed up.
As grit and concrete
I am all mixed up.
As boiled bouillabaisse
I am all mixed up.
As fall forest leaves
I am all mixed up.
As odd jellybeans
I am all mixed up.
As a bouquet blend
I am all mixed up.
How to stop this chant?
I am all mixed up...
1/21/2023
A flower sprouts in the middle
on hard concrete...
Concretely, it's a miracle !
A poem I wrote
The Street's with no growth.
There was no green grass
On the Street's of Hulme
No green grass
Just a concrete tomb
No green grass
Just tarmac hard
Cobbled street
Flagged backyard
No green grass
On the roadside edge
No flower, tree
No bush nor hedge
No green grass
In the Hulme we grew
Street football
Was all we knew
No green grass
From the day I was born
No green grass
No child safe lawn
No green grass
No plans for green
Just a concrete jungle
Could be seen
Manchester City Council Town Planning Department. You know what they did.
They took all the tree's and
They put them in a tree museum
They charged the people of Hulme
About £2.00 each, just to see them
Don't you know
It goes to show
You never know
What you had
Till it's gone
They took all the trees and
They put them in a tree museum
I
am
a leaf
plucked
from a tree
by a cruel boy
playfully, without
any thought about
my life. I am hungry,
thirsty & very lonely
am waiting for my
body to perish.
Many step
on me, it
pains.
I cry
by
my
se
lf
he
lp
le
ss
ly
I
I am
Me or I
And a name
It is all I can feel
An awareness so real
But I am never enough
The most I can be is my half
My attention is in many pieces
I flip between desirous to emptiness
Trapped between my shadow and ghost
My path has never changed but I feel lost
My road to love passed though rose gardens
Petals were illumined by stars when it darkened
A beautiful fate beckoned with every eastern glow
Sunset crowned days of romance with a lining of gold
The days and nights became wheels spinning in the mud
Felt like dismay of a rose flower withering within its bud
As my undying love keeps breathing in a lovelorn heart
My hands got too slippery to hold on to my beloved
I still visualize the glittery of a band on her finger
Before I see a glitter moisten a side of my eye
A dream is lost in a dream as love lingers
Love is true, heartbreak is a lie
A tear scripts down
Unsaid vows
In Concrete Earth
In concrete earth there blooms a rose.
Its crimson beauty boldly shows.
With perfect petals in neat folds
a cement garden city holds
a sight so rare, nobody knows.
In rain and wind the flower grows
between the cracks and all life’s throes
beneath a sidewalk under foot,
In concrete earth.
You wonder if this seedling chose
to break away from all of those
and plant itself somewhere for bold
who do not fit in the same mold.
So, here a rose is juxtaposed
In concrete earth.
8/18/18
‘wine from grape or from a flower a‘
‘ preference for one or a liking ‘
‘ for ether one dry or sweet ‘
‘ the grape be it red or ‘
‘be’
‘it’
‘w’
‘h’
‘i’
‘t’
‘e’
‘a’
‘glass’
‘full at dinner just right’
Concrete:
Tears
With
out a single
sound, the tears
fall like raindrops,
staining the pale stone
they run down. Unpredictable,
unnecessary, and unrelenting. But
even as the landscape dries and red
flowers bloom, it's inevitable that they
will drown everything once again. But
even if everything must die for the
happiness the pale land craves,
so be it. One day, the red
flowers will bloom.
The Rose That Grew From A Concrete
The Rose That Grew From The Crack In A Concrete
Black Rose That Grew From The Fertile Roots Beneath
Out The Crack Of The Earth
Blossoming Into A Fashionable Valuable Flower Of Worth
It's Not Impossible To See It's Possible To See The Rose Passion Of Thirst
Roots Planted To Be Phenomenal An For Search
Ones Before Me Laughed At The Illogical Joke
But Knew The Astronomical Growth Would Be Abominable An Uncommon With His Philosophical Approach See I Breed Off Diabolical Emote
The Detestable Weeds I Choked
It's Inevitable To See What Heretically Was Wrote
I Blossom And Bloom Even In The Darkness Or Gloom
Wanna Rob Me With Doom
Ima Tsuanmi Typhoon Purest To Water You Can
Tell By My Posture These Thoughts I Can Not Harbor
Smile On My Face But Inside My Eyes Is Trauma
Don't See The Darkness In My Ocular
I'm Simba Trying To Be Like My Father
King Mufusa
Rose From The Concrete But I'm Just A Little Darker
This living heart beating in me is like a rock sometimes, hard as stones found on the ground. I wanted to call and say I'm barely getting by without you sitting all alone ever so lonely wandering what to do. This heart shines along with the sunshine covering up this frown I carry around, walking along feeling safe and sound on a cloudy day with never enough to say. What must I do on this day not knowing where your at while thinking of you,needing to talk it all out on such a lonely ole night. For it's friend's like you I need today as I prayed and thought thing's through here in present time, happy and free thanking god I found you to talk to in prayer and moves throughout another blessed day like today,as this living heart beats in me.
These tears of joy filling my eyes are produced by a November rain with a northern breeze flowing through my hair, keeping me moving forward with no despair. The sun is high up in the sky casting out shadows underneath the tree's,with birds flying high up in the sky for me to see. There's flowers that smell so sweet that it nearly knocks me off my feet. As the shapes of the shadows start to descend with the midnight moon sending peace throughout the land, I'm now remembering that it was one hand that brought about this peace giving us more room to grow and cross over through the field of clover ,with just enough room to cross over. And with enough love to last us through another day as beautiful and blessef as it was today. And now that you are in my mind I know that everything will be fine.
I'm on a road with no end in sight that brought me here to be with you even through the nights. What I'm holding near is also whispering in my ear bringing cheer and joy across the land with God's right hand. I'm walking through a field of clover finding room to cross over wearing my coat of many colors that also look like the flowers I see in front of me that smell so sweet nearly knocking me off my feet. It's on a uncloudy day with not much to say as I pray also for you today,out sight and out of mind freeing up time as it unwinds standing underneath a blanket of love sent down from above. On a sea of love in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the day, wandering if we will cross paths today.