Daffodil Flower Poems

"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...

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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...

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Don’t mind their judgment or wilt for their say—
Once mortals behold you, they'll all drift away.
You won’t need these petals or roots to remain,
You’ll be...

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Before soil met seed or the sun claimed the skies,
There bloomed Nefarys, veiled from mortal eyes
Here, blossoms rose from memory’s breath,
Unbound by season, untouched by...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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     Neither tulip nor daffodil
       not bluebells on my windowsill

    Not the...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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I am not a botanist…never had the brain-power or the skill
but that has never stopped me from loving flowers…and it never will.

After years of hiking...

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He often thought…she’s like a flower.
He marveled at how she always found a way 
to welcome in the sunlight and add her color to the...

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