Children Flower Poems | Examples
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FLOWERS OF LOVE
Flowering Children;
Essence Of God’s Love Garden:
Fruits Of Happiness:-
May baskets waiting~
petals folded like blessings,
left at quiet doors.
Children run, hearts fluttering,
spring’s small kindness passed along.
?? The Daffodil Song (Based on the Axolotl Song)
(Verse 1)
There's a Daffodil on the hillside, green.
Is a daffodil supposed to be, seen?
If you ask the Creator,
If the spring will come later,
A sparrow flits by and then the flower's gone.
(Verse 2)
There's a Daffodil in a window box, bright.
Is a daffodil supposed to be, there at night?
If you ask the Almighty,
If the flower's doing rightly,
A bumblebee buzzes in and then the flower's gone.
(Verse 3)
There's a Daffodil at the front, gate.
Is that a sign of God's love or just fate?
If you ask the Spirit,
If they'll always be near it,
A warm breeze blows through and then the flower's gone.
(Chorus)
Yellow, mellow, Daffodil!
Hallowed, hallowed, God's love still!
We'll see them, tomorrow! (Yay, yeah, yeah!)
A faceless clock without numbers
traces past, present, recycled.
Nothing is created; nothing is lost.
It's all transformation.
Fallen leaves cradle new flowers.
As sun rises, sweeps the ground,
lifting up the dying to spring new shoots,
each unfolding rebirth.
The river's flow remakes the land.
Reshaping with unerring hand.
A moving sinuous flow, to and fro,
in endless state of flux.
Nature has no need for numbers.
Not bound by birth, life stage and death.
It's driven to become, improve, evolve,
when the fittest prevail.
Humans, adrift in yearning, trace
each hour that bleeds slow on clock's face.
To reach beyond the birth of their children.
To wrest more from their fate.
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!
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.
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.
I am but a weed
In God's flower garden
Humbled to exist
Even if not as red as roses
Not as tall as sun flowers
Not as warm as marigolds
Not as thrilling as lillies
But I am wonderfully and fearfully made
I invite imagination
And like a falling star
Children pick me to
Blow blue breaths wishes upon
And I fly into whimsical wind
To deliver the messages of hopes
I start my journey as gold and then
Turn white just before my flight
A prize in disguise
I am a dandelion.
Sunflowers,
cheddar-cheese petals
surrounding seedy-brown-mustard centers,
stand guard over hot summer pavement
like mighty oaks.
Laughing children
run in and out the yellow forest,
slaying dragons,
rescuing damsels in distress,
then pretending to be astronauts
sailing across space
to a planet inhabited
by tall, green stalk-like aliens
with golden helmets.
Did van Gogh imagine such things
as he painted so many saffron blooms?
Did their sunny dispositions
have any effect on him?
Did he really love those festive flowers?
Look for answers in the pensive starry night.
By Poet "A mother's love is made in heaven."
A special gift given from above
only one person can feel.
How great is a mother's love.
She always has ready a delicious meal
working many long hours
only one person can feel.
Her garden is filled with flowers
wiping away the tears
working many long hours
she has no fears
as she kneels to pray
wiping away the tears
joy is watching the children at play
before the coming rain
as she kneels to pray
she will wrap her arms around you like a chain
A special gift given from above
before the coming rain
how great is a mother's love.