Garden Flower Poems | Examples
These Garden Flower poems are examples of Flower poems about Garden. These are the best examples of Flower Garden poems written by international poets.
bud
blossom
bumblebee
pollination
monarch butterflies
Queen Anne’s lace and bluebells
dragonflies and damselflies
a gorgeous flower garden
zinnias baby’s breath and tulips
marigolds, crepe myrtle and tea roses
Dad made the low table.
one of the things his hands
have given the house.
Now it holds her photograph,
the small lamp,
and cyclamens lifting
their pink faces
through lace-filtered light.
Each morning, he says Good morning,
then switches on the lamp.
He takes the walker
into the garden each day,
selecting what is flowering
among her favourites
and brings them back
in his careful hands
to place beside her frame.
The curtains soften
the afternoon to green.
On the table he made,
fresh stems lean close
to her face in the photograph.
At night, he says Goodnight.
He brushes her face
before turning off the lamp.
Beyond the lace,
one late flower
holds its colour
in the fading sun.
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the rain, the sun
Shines on ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Fly into the garden, ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ indeed.
¦¦¦ the days have been ¦¦¦ dull,
Oh, so ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ dark ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ "Mr. Sun
Has forgotten ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Dew upon the ¦¦¦¦ lawn,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the garden beds;
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ from all the leaves
¦¦¦ the little primrose heads.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ violets ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
With ¦¦¦¦¦ parasols of green
Take a ¦¦¦¦¦¦ peek ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
They're the bluest ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ a bird
Singing ¦¦¦¦¦ a little ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ burst of happy song
Bubbles in his ¦¦¦¦¦¦ throat.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the ¦¦¦¦¦ sun!
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ must sing,
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ for the birds, the flowers,
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ for everything."
(Blackout of A Fine Day by Katherine Mansfield)
IN AN OF A ONCE WILTED FLOWER BLOOMING AGAIN
Hey, paper flowers
Don’t grow
And love is not
A fun plaything:-
You tickled my heart,
And I giggled silly tears;
You then reeled me in
As I feasted on your sweet bait;
Then, you left, leaving me like
An old cemetery: full and lifeless:-
Now I ride a roller coaster of emotions
Up and down the tainted rails,
Life all so often travels:-
However, companions of pain and fear,
Are ceasing to be old road dogs,
Without whom I can’t survive;
And you will soon become
A faded keloid, my heart
Once tearfully bore:-
Now blooming
In the healing garden
Of passion, I fragrantly grow;
Waiting to be plucked and watered
In a vase of true and everlasting love:
May my given love, nourish your growth:-
FLOWERS OF LOVE
Flowering Children;
Essence Of God’s Love Garden:
Fruits Of Happiness:-
red sun streak on pane,
shroud of wild pink violet,
blooming eye catcher
Dark, my depleted garden
no furtive rays of sunshine
August weather, clammy as a snail
sauce redolent of aged shrimp cocktail
Peonies once lined up to burst forth
‘til their came a howler from the north
A sepulchral portrait, pleasing skunks and raccoons
~ They don't cry to Heaven if a garden is ruined
Lavenders “allure,”
they “lure” bees, butterflies, folk,
toxic air immune,
flower on spike, fragrant vent,
evergreen shrub in svelte perfume
dilute blob oe’r skin,
red blotches, wrinkles, acne,
stoma clogs clean flush,
witch hazel spoon scoop fold in,
with mauve plant a face fillip
Sweet, spiced and salty,
courses, with subtle mint hint,
wild herb a chef’s boon,
its honey glaze gels with greens,
or muffins, waffles, ice cream
Lavenders “allure,”
they “lure” bees, butterflies, folk,
toxic air immune,
flower on spike, fragrant vent,
evergreen shrub in svelte perfume
Even to myself I avoid to show
My begging for all kinds of troubles to go
Far away, so far where they’d never be seen
Then I’d feel relieved, on your sill I’d lean
Looking at your garden and the green field
On a clear day when the Coombe Hill
Becomes visible, maybe we’ll have a stroll
And as usual, a drizzling rain would fall
On our way back, we return soaking wet
And the sun peeks out just before it sets
Switch the telly on, what’s the news they tell
Nothing good for today, and tomorrow as well
So we’re off to the garden, to smell the flowers
Under the spell of the magic hours..
one horrific storm
drowns precious flower garden
petals mixed with mulch
The bright morning sun warmed the freshly bloomed peonies,
as their petals opened, they danced in the light breeze.
A hummingbird hovered over the fragrant blossoms,
stopping to sip the fresh nectar with fluttering wings.
A cat eagerly watched from the grass, chattering away,
then suddenly the hummingbird flew away.
unsweet oxandra
drenched in a substantive pot
apotheosis
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 27–August 2, 2026)
A full moon floats above the garden,
white light stirs in the softness of a rose.
Listening to the night’s gentle whispers.
Whispers drift from shadow and bloom.
Both hold mysteries in their silent beauty.
The night orb will take you places;
allow yourself to follow its patient, luminous trail.
In its unwavering orbit the moon leaves us with
footprints of possibility across the tapestry of a rose.
Love a garden tea party.
Summertime is the best time to entertain.
Welcome to family and friends !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026