Girl Flower Poems | Examples
These Girl Flower poems are examples of Flower poems about Girl. These are the best examples of Flower Girl poems written by international poets.
In a field of time, remote,
I'm destined to forever float.
Once, I was sure-footed,
youthful and firmly rooted
until a little girl went "puff",
and now I'm only dandefluff.
As time marched on, aloof,
a little girl went "poof".
Skies, like hair, turned to grey,
and a dandelion had her day,
but, in memory, I ring true,
in a sunlit sky of blue.
In a field of time, remote,
I'm destined to forever float.
Once, I was sure-footed,
youthful and firmly rooted
till a little girl went "puff".
Now I'm only dandefluff.
Lovely young flower girl faerie tiptoed around the garden at night
when the bees had stopped humming and the evening moon was light
the flowers had closed a bit but they sensed she was around
She flew to each one to see whether they were nature sound
no one knew who sent her or why she had arrived here
But that she had their best interests was amazingly clear
Her sweet breath of a kiss changed a browning plant to something fresh
It was agreed that she always had intentions that with theirs would mesh
A flower-child appeared
a poppy on her dress
Personifying naivete
her tangled locks a mess
‘Round mid-Manhattan traffic
she spun and twirled her way
Barefoot joy and ecstasy
bravely on display
One of NYC’s finest
approached her cautiously
Lucky for her, he did not see
her feet weren’t all that were bare
And anyway, which city ordinance covers
red-white-and-blue-painted pubic hair
There once was a girl named Katie
Whose favorite flower’s a daisy
She made mud pies you know
With water from the toilet bowl
People think she’s silly and crazy
The scent of damp wool,
my own retreating back.
Her skirt, a pale flag
in the periphery.
Yellow blooms, blurred
in the streetlamp's halo.
The weight of a memory,
a phantom touch.
My shadow stretches,
longer than the night.
Centered in sunshine, tender and pure, "girl next door", simply adorned-utterly adored and loved like crazy.
Dreamily, she whiled the empty hours
with her little dolls and her crayon box.
She drew lonely princesses in towers,
hummed to herself, pulled up her socks,
and sketched a field of colorful flowers.
The forlorn blooms lay flat beneath her gaze.
She wondered, would it be as she had feared -
this would be one of those sad, hollow days.
Then, on the page, the sun and breeze appeared,
as lovely blossoms came alive, ablaze.
in wonderment she waltzed to womanhood -
wildflower whirlwind
met world
Butterfly blossom girl was a beauty to see
She has a rare smile that is joyful and free
Her hair is an asset that I wish I had too
She is a darling child, her skin a gorgeous hue.
When she flits into the meadow the dandelions smile.
Daisies, lilies and lilacs beg her to stay more than awhile
Butterfly blossom girl is a delight, that we all recognize.
Especially the grasshoppers, moths and white butterflies.
Rose did not feel proud
For she was wise
She knew she had not created herself
“Look at the dragon roses!” a little girl said.
Her mother wanted to know why she called them that.
See how they curl around with scales, with tiny spikes
At the end?
You may have something, said the mother.
The rose cheered this mother.
It is not often that a parent listens to her offspring.
There is hope in the world, Rose thought.
Proud of the mother, and thrilled to be called
“A dragon rose”.
Did the other roses hear? Were they excited?
She waited for answers, but the garden was silent.
Sprucy Lucy watering blooms
As pooch lounges, the kitten grooms
Each sprout peaks out toward the sun
Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun
Lucy speaks sweetly to the pup
As she watches kitty act up
Picking bright flowers, just for fun
Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun
Sprucy Lucy loves Summer’s buds
Watering each shoot til’ it floods
Her friends know she can’t be outdone
Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun
Picture Prompt Four
When I was little we had a white house,
it had a white porch and was very old;
there was a huge flower garden also,
and each day me, my cat and my dog strolled.
The flowers were pretty and I loved them,
my kitty, Misty liked to smell each one;
sometimes, she even would dig a small hole,
she followed as I watered in the sun.
My puppy, Doug, stayed close but in the shade,
he found it under the bushes and growth;
I picked some flowers and then got sleepy,
curled up on the porch as did my pets ... BOTH
Ever since I was just a little girl,
I loved to leap and dance, swirl, whirl and twirl.
Also, each day I liked to pick flowers,
oh, I could do this for hours, hours.
Sometimes, I would do both things, twirl and pick,
when doing this I had to be quite quick.
The blooms for mom- made up a collection,
jars on window sills placed with affection.
On days that it rained I would paint things,
that mom displayed and that gave my heart wings.
Do you do little things for mom each day ?
like pick or paint her a great big bouquet !
summery regal
by roadway
little girl's june crown