Daffodil Flower Poems | Examples
These Daffodil Flower poems are examples of Flower poems about Daffodil. These are the best examples of Flower Daffodil poems written by international poets.
The frost has melted, the world is hushed still,
In the soft, wet earth, a promise to fulfill.
A golden trumpet, from a winter's dream,
The daffodil awakes by a silver stream.
It shivers once, a breath of nascent light,
And opens wide to drink the morning bright.
A simple dance, a sunbeam on the ground.
Where silence breaks with a glorious, joyful sound.
Its gentle wisdom, an ancient, hopeful plea,
To mend the heart and let the spirit be.
And as the day descends in quiet grace,
The orchid waits in a hidden place.
A velvet whisper, a painted, folded fan,
A mystic symbol, beyond the mortal plan.
It clings to shadow, a ghost of moonlit air,
with roots that drift upon a silent prayer.
Each patterned petal, a spell from ages old,
A story whispered, a secret yet untold.
The orchid dreams in realms of softest thought,
A perfect beauty, by patient starlight wrought.
So let them rise, the daffodil and orchid,
From separate worlds, by separate purpose guarded.
The sun-kissed singer and moon-drawn sigh,
One to proclaim, one to mystify.
For in their blooming, the world is whole and new,
And ancient magic can once again break through.
inebriating
daffodil perfume lingers
~ love in bloom
He looked at Rose not past, but through
And said, “What waits will change you too.”
She plucked out a petal and handed him.
It pulsed between the stem and rim.
Rose turned back with nothing said,
Her footsteps soft, like vows long shed.
Hence the petal breached and then it reached
A world where love lay bruised and breached.
A petalbreach chime unsettled Nefarys with woe
For gossip is in the veins of things that grow.
"She breached the bloom with no regret,
Unraveled law which our roots had set."
cried Tulip with an unflinching vowtorn ache.
Tearing right through her bloomroot's wake.
"If roots still matter and vows still bind,
Then Rose must face what she left in rind.”
Daffodil declared with her petals taut.
As Nefarys wilted in quite distraught.
They said, “If one may breach, then so shall we,
“Not with withering secrets, but unity.”
They all plucked themselves without a cry,
And sang a vow that split the sky.
"You left us rind, and now shall see
What stirs from shattered symmetry.”
And thus, was shown with blinding clarity—
The bloom-born wrath of majority.
Quiet are the hyacinths
Underneath the snows
Irises and violets
Even the red rose
Today are lying silent
Underneath the snows
Daffodils and lilacs
Even the red rose.
beautiful bright bold
yellowness like ancient sun
arrival of spring
pastel spring's coming
ushered in by fresh fragrance
lemon blooms sunning
posh pink flowers peep
pearl snowdrops left with the clouds
blue roses still sleep
buttercups, lilacs
green ivy resumes its creep
daffodil comebacks
pansies rich and bold
flutter with peach peonies
pink sun marigolds
And if God cares so wonderfully for flowers
that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow,
he will certainly care for you.
—Luke 12:28
saw my first yellow daffodil, not ever,
but mine.
a standalone on the hill;
my husband sighs,
as he points it out.
the sun is a standalone;
His;
yellow-white, bright.
our attention transfixed.
I am a standalone
me -
the crucifix,
to carry;
I walk with Him,
under the sun and clouds.
God lets us glory
on a fixed moment,
as if it were framed, not always.
each tear that falls,
from my green eyes,
is saved
by Christ.
I emphasize;
He underlines
and exclamation points.
how this can be,
with infinity,
our small minds
cannot divine.
saw my first daffodil, there’ll be more,
they’ll spring, and wither;
and so will I,
but don’t be glum,
I am already buried,
like a seed,
planted, and ready
to rise,
inside a Garden of Pearls.
Neither tulip nor daffodil
not bluebells on my windowsill
Not the longer days
nor the sun’s warm rays
Neither puddles to splash in
nor love's urgent passion
Not the baby carriages
or April marriages ...
But the roar of the crowd
The crack of the bat
O’er the land of the free
Baseball’s back!
Sparkles of faerie wings flit past the pink tulips
Sweeping and swerving, frisky faerie flips
Daffodil is jealous of this marvelous mythical attention
Pokes fun at floral’s spring gardening convention
A little baby dear Daffodil
Teasing me with her fiddle
Robbing my heart, in my mind
Dancing free, an angel find!
Beneath the way, I belittled shackles
Closing near her, fingers crackles
Alas! A bee, a wilful warrior
Driven me back, a startling barrier.
"Around a month, about an aeon
Waiting for this bud to be born
Away you go, alone that way
The flower is mine, let us play."
Wush! A wind flush my foe
Swirling like a cotton fro
"The flower is mine, away you bee
Longing for the fragrance flee."
While we three, averred free
Behind the tree, the daffodil plea
"Let the wind cuddle my fragrance
And you bee, taste my joyance."
And then the beauty gone with me
Back to home, we walked in glee
Heavenly souls, leaves their virtue
In their kindness, we hold life true.
Perhaps in another time and in another land
We will watch the sunset, laughing
Hand in hand
In the cradle of a beautiful land
Far from strife
Far from reprimand
We, our own commanders
In the distant land
The longing comes from the great pain
Which both of us have suffered
O, beautiful dame
Alas, it was all in vain
For I am not coming back again
I don't wish to see you in pain
I am irreparable because of time and strain
Forgive me for giving you sadness once again
Engulf me in your love, My daffodil
Kiss me like sunlight, My sunflower
My pure, innocent Daisy
My Tulip I declare my love to you
They send their shoots upward,
the tender, fresh green sprouts
like young, adventurous youth,
to break the earth’s warming crust,
still chilled by winter’s cruel grasp,
reaching for the warm sunshine,
and Spring’s hopeful promise
of approaching summer bliss,
with fields of bright, smiling yellow faces,
that thaw hearts from winter’s frost
and bring forth joyful, warmer days.
A Rose
Most chose
A Lily
So frilly
A Peony
Bee honey
A Hibiscus
Bloom discus
A Lilac
Purple crackerjack
A Daffodil
Yellow thrill
A Wave Petunia
Will rave Ah
A Begonia
So bona
A Daisy
Sun crazy
Hyacinth and daffodil
bloom on yonder verdant hill
Though roses struggle to emerge
thorns impaled on concrete's dirge
I’m a lovely daffodil, yellow like the sun.
See me in my garden spot; I’m the mellow one.
Nearby are my tulip friends; how I love their hues.
But a bright blue crocus has turned into my muse.
In the breeze when all we blooms tend to brightly sway,
I keep hoping that blue crocus wants to look my way.
Hummingbirds and butterflies are great to see around.
There must be a hive somewhere. Bees surely do abound!
There’s this little chipmunk. Such fun antics he plays,
but it’s never long enough that cute critter stays.
Since I’m whimsical, Daffy you may call me.
I’m being visited right now by a honeybee!