Children Flower Poems | Examples
These Children Flower poems are examples of Flower poems about Children. These are the best examples of Flower Children poems written by international poets.
ashes drift through streets
foundations crack into dust
false tongues guide the crowd
we watch as the pillars fall
we're silent heirs to ruin
shouts of protest fade
pleas for change lost in the void
swallowed by neglect
travesties parade as law
complacency rains on guilt
even those prepared
trained to weather storms and fire
find their tools undone
in a tide that won't recede
against headlong climate change
cry for children's sake
their innocence locked in halls
their hope dims and fades
as our shadows fall on them
darkening their fragile plight
worsening within
erosion of soul and will
the mirror grows dim
our humanity watches
complacent letting self fade
where have voices gone
we long for them in passing
we ask but can't sing
we pick flowers to fill graves
we never learn time's passing
where have our blooms gone
onto graves we keep digging—
questions circle back
who is there to sow not weep
who will plant flowers in spring
She, in her Easter bonnet
Standing beneath the shade,
Alongside gentlemen in top hats
To view an Easter parade
Church bells ring distantly
Showy, white lilies sway,
Waving to sweet daffodils
On this springtime holiday
Baskets with chocolate rabbits
Jelly beans and colored eggs,
Are carried by happy children
Running by on pudgy legs
A whirl of pastel colors
Meant to delight the eye,
Like the first time seeing
A robin or a butterfly
Joyous music fills the air and
Easter dinner is on the way,
Ham and pineapple wait at home
To round out this special day!
The Faded Garden Swing
If the flaked paint on the old swing
could speak, it would tell stories of
days long ago,
Of children's laughter and their bare,
muddy feet,
Of fireflies caught and imprisoned in
empty jam jars,
Like the fireflies, my memory flickers,
trying to recall who lived across the
street.
The faded swing’s rusty chains creaked
loudly under my weight, an old familiar
song,
And the scent in the air from the aged
honeysuckle, still going strong,
An old familiar perfume of yesteryear,
At this moment, suspended between
the then and now, time stands still.
Once the echoes of children’s giggles,
now a silent yard,
Images of scraped knees, loud cries
and a lemonade stall,
In the distance, the sound of an old
church bell rings,
Here, on this faded garden swing,
I sit in the past with the weight of
what was and of what can never be
again.
Now, shadows linger in silence,
Where children once soared with
dreams,
Oh, faded swing, a keeper of stories
of joy and pain,
You hold the essence where memories
remain,
At last, I am home, in the place where
time stands still.
she told me she wanted her flowers
while she was still alive and well
her children collected bouquets, offerings
meant for her finicky nose to smell
she told me love was the reason
for this life she lived before saying farewell
her heart was filled with such kindness
a love that no one could buy or sell
she told me to bring her my flowers
because only time could tell…
when her time on this earth had passed by
her spirit would leave her body, only a shell
I miss this woman I called granny
I miss how her light would swell
glistening like the stars in heaven
now, she’s the hope I’ll always tell
friends, family, those I love - because
she’s still enjoying God’s carousel
Puppies who rumble playing tough
Kittens who curl in balls of fluff
New born babies ever so small
I love these things, I love them all
Roses that drape over a fence
Pansies so bright, colours intense
Sunflowers? Yes, growing so tall
I love these things, I love them all
Robin who flaunts his russet breast
Sparrow sat brooding on her nest
The blackbird with his fluting call
I love these things, I love them all
Voices that sing, church bells that ring
Children who dance, the highland fling
Burnished leaves in the Autumn fall
I love these things, I love them all.
Daisies
Pure white flowers
Growing wild in meadows
Collected by little children
Necklaces
Love for all seasons
For multitudinous reasons
Love all season long
Like a nouveau song
Fall, winter
Spring and summer
The beautiful sparrows are singing
And the children are happily playing.
Love for all seasons
For all imaginable reasons
The beautiful flowers come and go
Like the gorgeous afternoon rainbow
In the absence of the subtle rain
Love leaves an indelible stain
In the hearts of all lovers
And in the souls of all writers.
Love for all seasons
For multiple colors
And for countless reasons
As we admire all and every flowers.
Copyright © Octobre 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous books of poetry.
Flowers on lovely morning
Fresh from every sight
Field full of lavenders adoring
Flank side of daisies makes eyes excite
Flying kites eyebrows raised playful children
Funny feeling engrain every face therein
Fair standing dandelions beauty glisten
Faint of smile shining from within.
The wash
Rhythmic systems flow
Pulse and wind,
The wheel
Throws blows
Bustling in between the folds
Shedding skin and grim
A hidden layer molds
Tender hands and tiny footprints
Gather jasmine
Budding blooms beneath obsidian
Mosquitos sting
As too, jasmine
Marckincia Jean
08/05/2024
Free verse
Nursery Rhymes only poetry contest- Eve Roper, Picture Prompt 2
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Happy girl Happy girl
Give a joyful twirl
Give me that daisy, white
It is very bright
Give me that daisy, blue
It has lovely hue
Happy girl Happy girl
Give a joyful twirl
Give me that daisy, pink
It gave me a wink
Give me that daisy, red
I'll wear on my head
Happy girl Happy girl
Give a joyful twirl
Give that daisy, yellow
It has such a glow
Give that daisy, purple
It is sweet little
Happy girl Happy girl
I'll give five merry twirl
From your bunch of flower
Give me one each color
I'll take them home
To cheer up my mom
Love’s everywhere, o’er the ground, in the air
Hark birds singing with harmonious flair
Whiff it in floral sweet scented perfume
Of flowers dancing to earth’s tranquil tune.
Love is in the statuette stately trees
In the fluttering of whispering leaves
It’s in buzzing of busy honey bees
Collecting nectar with stupendous ease.
Glimpse love in children, joyful and adored
Facing a world waiting to be explored
Hear love in words that are gently spoken
Feel it in deeds that stir one’s emotion.
Taste the love when food is graciously served
Cooked with enthusiastic mirth observed
Savour the love in succulent fruit juice
Sip it in wine from harvested produce.
Express love of heart to those near and dear
Never cause a reason to shed a tear.
Nights that smell of dew,
days that smell of fresh grass,
flowers that bloom to be seen for a short time,
leaving their fragrance in the air for us to feel that unforgettable instant.
Slippery days missed somewhere in the past.
Rusty swings forgotten in my backyard that bring back my childhood memories.
Columpios Oxidados.(Spanish)
Noches que huelen a rocío,
días que huelen a hierba fresca,
flores que florecen para ser vistas por poco tiempo,
dejando su fragancia en el aire para que sintamos ese instante inolvidable.
Días resbaladizos perdidos en algún lugar del pasado.
Columpios oxidados olvidados en mi patio trasero que me traen recuerdos de mi infancia.
I am a dainty, colorful marigold.
Or at least that's the story I'm told.
I was born in a big, green, and grassy yard.
Growing up was awfully hard.
But now, my fiery orange petals are out,
And I can wave them all about.
I love to soak up that bright, yellow sun.
And being kissed by a delicate, winged butterfly is fun!
Sharing my food is a nice gesture of me.
My favorite companion is the buzzing bee.
I hope I live a long, healthy, and happy life,
With some children and a beautiful wife.
Springtime, you always arrive so gently,
as high school proms bring tears of friends
who know they must soon part.
I will try not to weep of fifty-six years ago,
as I see the vision of my siblings,
and I leap through sprinklers bright
with rainbows,
I promise, Spring,
I won't cry.
Spring sonata of the bird's songs,
as I recall the natural wall of hydrangea
blossoms of mint and powder blue in
our backyard.
Royal young roses so blushed on
the white trellis.
The Good Humor truck jingled down
the street.
Neighbor's children waved large wands
with giant iridescent bubbles floating
aloft to the envy of the cumulus clouds.
Oh, springtide, you're our lively maiden
with a honeysuckle crown.
The presence of your rising moon monarch
in the eve casting her silver cherish on
weeping willows.
You sail through the ages,
but remain a debutante emerging from
the gray of winter's waning.
I promised springtime, I wouldn't cry,
but my tears are healing.
I dreamily walk by the modest little
home on the sidewalk,
the beloved place,
the streets of my youth,
spring sonata of my heart's song.
I'm in no need of my walker-
as I'm a child again. ~
A Mother Theresa Quote:
“If you judge people, you have no time to love them.”
She, a Loreto sister of great value a Saint in old Calcutta
took a train ride in 1946, and found her true calling
As a teacher and an exemplary woman of the world,
she healed and fed the sick like a true Angel of God;
never worry about the numbers
a true Saint never slumbers
be a bolt of lightning, thunder *
Awarded a Nobel prize in 1979 for her great works
she also suffered from sadness and often prayed to Jesus
"Please help me spread thy fragrance wherever I go !"
Penetrate my being Lord make me a radiance of thine
charity begins in Rome
never leave a poor one alone
send all the demons home
Get on your knees and pray and mean what you say
Those Holy hands did much more than just pray
they touched the wounds of the sick and healed
God's children, as if they were her very own.