Flower Poems | Examples of Flower Poetry

Flower for an Empty Grave We gather where the silence grows, Where wind and memory softly blow. A stone, a name, a date, a place- No voice remains, no trace of face. Yet still we come, with hands full-grown Of flowers plucked from gardens sown In grief and love-a solemn bloom To grace the silence of a tomb. We know the truth: the grave...

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Crumpled flower by the roadside, sadly wilted, withered, and dried - for asking, I beg your pardon: whilst never cared for in a garden, were you pretty before you died? I love you, 'cuz I know you tried....

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Laying down wondering where did you go after visiting my dreams from time to time? A regular guest you became, Now I see you less and less leaving my memories in such an emotional distraught, as you left a feeling I thought I would never have, a desire unknown, a burning sensation leaving me trembling whenever I fall asleep dreaming hoping to see you but terrified to awake in our...

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A missile’s disguise is a flower magnetic, a whiff of its power Yet when its petals draw near a new odor appears ...

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Here is a poem request I wrote. It's for a lady who enjoys gardening and has great pleasure in keeping her vases filled with fresh flowers.Enjoying the beauty of nature. Poem and pictures on my Instagram : daisymeadows2023 MY CUTTING VASE GARDEN My garden is so relaxing for me, The bright green, lush lawn, Wonderful flowers, such...

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Toward Scent fold’s vale they cleaved the green, Where wind runs thick with things unseen. “Is it justice you seek or just her place?” Lotus said, his voice low, draped in grace. The blossoms paused, their vows unsealed, Each plucked petal quaking in truth revealed. For in his oblique gaze, the mirror lay. Become the wound or forge the way. The wound was...

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"Eons back, we feared the petal's grace, called beauty pride, and named it place" "Mistakes were made, but wisdom stayed" said Thallorin,"not every path must be replayed". Each bloom now understood, but still Knowing alone could never kill, The monster born from rootless scar who thrived when petals turned to war. So, stem by stem, with colors waned, they sought the one their fear...

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Beneath the Nefaryes timeless, tangled roots. where dreamscents rot and anger hoots, Pokenose stirs with a spore-slick grin not to charm, but to drag you in. "You reek of want without refrain, of wounds that swell instead of wane" said Rose with petals dull and bare. "Your scent is grief stripped of despair.” “Desire without end is blight,” she sighed, "A bloom that feeds...

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Caelith pulsed in the starless seam, No warmth, just orbit, cold with gleam. “Equality is just a myth,” it sighed, “And safety, merely a dreamleaf dried. A lull to cradle wilt and thrall, For leaves too tender yet to let fall.” Then Lily laughed, a sound half-sung, Like petals bruised but newly sprung. "If truth decays in myths you spin, We’ll plant our wound...

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While I was at work my yards were busy a nameless, white flower plucked from my front garden lay on the brick shelf by the gate wrapped in cream silk its stem inserted into a (dry) plastic flower tube A gift set down in forgetfulness or just discarded While out the back a soft touch indoor football orange against the fake grass lost and over wall...

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the dandelion weeps as a summer sun melts away each dewdrop, reflecting the morning winds resolving to accompany the hesitant chirps, songs of hope, of grace feelings whispering to the weeds… never will my heart forget the dandelion’s tears as she remembers the spring and her first encouraging petals, the glow of light on the dawn as she realizes her time is here, she is born blessed by buttery buds and healing...

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Sponsor : Constance Le France Placed 3rd in Contest on smooth hot rock I sat in REVERIE after a HALLUCINATION drink of mushroom, poppies and truffle IMAGINATION soared like bald eagle on high, throwing twin twigs with sigh up I flew landing on a rainbow in lucid DREAM ~ saw tinker bell fairies in...

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yuri of pure white essence of nobility temperance of soul...

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Blue "miss you" tulips  In a vase on the table Wilting one by one; Orange "hey you" tulips Wrapped in cellophane They don't last long; Pink "love you" tulips Growing in a pot Not plucked, left to live....

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