Iris Flower Poems | Examples
These Iris Flower poems are examples of Flower poems about Iris. These are the best examples of Flower Iris poems written by international poets.
It stands tall
proudly pointing to the sky
reaching high toward the sun
with hints of purplish blue peeking through
Buds open ever so gently
cautious shy and humble
unsure at first of their regal stature
unaware of their innate majesty
The iris parades its generous petals
ample and graceful
floating graciously
with carefree elegance
Poised amidst the garden
the iris is remarkably unaware
of its astonishing beauty
today i bought
a small bouquet
six long stems
of tender buds
in vivid blue
as luck
would have it
the day before
i'd bought a tall
and slender vase
never thinking
the two were
destined for
each other
the bouquet
slid into the vase
like it was
meant to be
a rare elegance
i'd rarely seen
so here we are
in awe
admiring
six irises
in their
graceful
ballerina
pose
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Write Eight Beautiful Lines 3-25-25
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Spring Speaks in Beautiful
Spring speaks in brave crocus
And whispers in tongues of purple pansies
To laugh daffodils and jonquils
Or exhale plumes of lilacs in stars.
Spring breathes riots of tulips
Then sings a lace of cherry blossoms
She laughs in iris and anemone
Then sighs in azure and hyacinth.
blue is wild iris
like the skies of racy clouds
or berries that tempt
sunshine's companion
since mulberry hours of dawn
when scents greeted song
carefree is iris
like warm wind, whistling all day
lovely disarray
Artificial blooms cause delight!
Exquisite freesias, geraniums, hellebores
Iris, jasmine, kaffir lilies.
My neighbour Oscar
plants quirky realistic stems.
Transplanting unkempt verges
with xanthic yellow zinnias.
Rosey, had a rose of course
And Dan had Dandelions.
Sonny sought out Sunflowers
And Pete perfumed Petunias.
Maisey dreams of Daisys,
Cyrus clings to Iris.
Pops loves Poppys everywhere and
Viola vies for Violets.
Amy loves the Amaryllis
While Dolly dallies Dahlias.
Don’t miss Miss Chrysanthemum or
Aly’s awsome Alyssum.
James with Jasmine ran and
Percy picks the Jersey Lily.
Casey cares for Camelia and
Phyllis leaps through Lilies.
Angie’s all “Angelica” while
Bob boasts of Blossums.
Fiona’s Flora flies and
Abe craves more Azalea.
Beatrice bathes in Begonias and
Cassie crafts with Calia.
Goodness, 300 flowers or more!?
Oh distain, I’m out of names!
No more room for blooms
I’ll stop meddling, and “petal” on.
If you are a gardener who likes to mess with iris
And you are lucky enough to have a winning combination
No one else has every created and shown before
You might be like Ralph Shreve from the Ozarks
His gorgeous purple and yellow iris is named after him
Shreve’s iris, best in show
Flags
Such a delicately beautiful flower
With a subtle refined and heavenly scent.
It stands above the others like a tower
And its sweet perfume into the air is spent.
Though it doesn’t have a great deal of power
It leaves most everyone peacefully content.
It adorns gardens of houses everywhere
And is planted in graveyards to show folks care.
I like roses, lilies, cactuses, and other beautiful
flowers that display their blossoms most of the year.
I like red, white, pink, and even bright yellows.
I like all flowers, birds, bees, and green trees.
I'm different from others, but I like myself too.
God made us all to be ourselves and do our best,
and like His entire creation, to depend on Him.
So, once a year, one of my colors is purple.
I say hello and encourage the rest of God's creation
to blossom where they are planted and be their best there.
I remind them that whether it's rainy or shiny, calm or stormy,
God will be there with and for them because He always cares for us.
Sunflower power brown face
Positive petals of hair in place
Rosy spirit raspberry grin
Intelligent fearless spirit white wins
Never nagging nightingale
Green stem dreams will not fail
Tulip touch of turquoise trust
Indigo iris pure no lust
Magnolia moods of mahogany
Emerald groove of Easter Lilly
Keep hope close
(This iris reminds me)
By Michelle Morris
20/01/2024
This iris reminds me
To keep hope close to my heart
Let it bloom and spread the Light
Inspire my healing and my wholeness
The symbolism is historic
Nobility, trust and valour
Hope and wisdom for us all
As flowers hold eternal power
This iris is so magical
As Nature's blessings are wont to be
I thank God for His miracles
Grace and beauty for you and me
© Michelle Morris, 2024
lovely delicate pale sky blue iris
you inspire and uplift
your ruffled petals reaching toward heaven
where you were dreamed of and designed
angel’s flower, reminding me of heaven’s gate
I noticed the wild iris in a cold morning
As cold as people's faces looking to me
They have been over there waiting
For not being ignored by me
Since falling apart from life's orbit
I've met a few flowers without an expect
Either overflowing with fragrance tide
Or standing tall, slim with pride
We are unknowns but have familiar
As acquaintances meet with surprise
I've assured that they were soft and quiet
With desires flowing out of their eyes
The nobility they have is as queens
As if the creator makes the intention
To gift hopes to the helpless passers-by
of lucky and joyful blessed lives
She loves the unique beauty,
Of bridges,
In the intimacy,
Of evening,
And,
Moonlit midnight dawns,
She sashays in casual attire,
To satiate her desire,
For a warm embrace,
Love,
And peace,
To kiss her tender being,
A hiatus from the bustle,
She can feel the autumn leaves,
And stars nestle,
Deep within,
Her rose cheeks,
Upon her luminous brow,
Her ethereal beauty, itself,
A unique bridge,
Like an iris flower,
To lovely realms
Reynaldo Casison
Resembling a simple yellow beautiful butterfly,
You, O Xyris, stand alone in this universe mystique;
Uncommon, midst thorny bushes you bloom, and gladly sigh,
You shine like sunbeams dipped in gold, though, lo, your stems are weak...!
Two-edged razor-like leaves and iris-like appearance, oh,
Like an angel in yellow apparel, you seem to be;
When tender breeze, on your branches and blooms, gently does blow,
You shake your head as though accepting that fate that falls free...!
Though no physical strength I find in you, there's some spirit,
Which I cannot but accept; you are, indeed, so gentle;
You dare to bloom midst wild plants; there, yet, seems, life little bit,
You're a blend of a matter spiritual and mental...!
In yellowish splendor, hi Xyris, you should shine ever,
There should, in your color and shade, be a black dot never...!