Life Flower Poems | Examples
These Life Flower poems are examples of Flower poems about Life. These are the best examples of Flower Life poems written by international poets.
You are red sun in my gray cloudy sky
Cheering me on despite blues in life
I look up and see your beautiful light
From gold glowing soul such a delight
As white wind beneath my brown wing
You carry cranberry heart love inspiring
Your yellow whimsical smile like spring
Give rise to sapphire songbirds that sing
You are as sweet as sap from green tree
Lime cure your laugh defeats melancholy
Moonlight carves path from Black Sea
That is teal tragic past rebirth’s dream
Your heart is a love flower warm opening
Even in rain shower you power positivity
I can look at you for hours inhaling peace
You empower what nectar is to a bee
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:-
In her hair, she placed a rose,
so like her own curling petals;
richly red, her eyes deep blue
A sweet lilt musical as heaven.
In her heart from birth she sensed
love as wide and deep, all seas!
And through her life she sought
her God, only for him to please….
She danced over the rough stages
of life, her leaps resounding rhythms.
She sang a sacred healing Light --
though born late, in a dark eve her
unrelenting Irish never gave way
to night.
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..
September sunflowers breathe life into farmers' old field
OF ROSEBUSHES AND US: A BEAUTIFUL AWARENESS
Like the rosebushes,
our lives have petals and thorns:
God growing us on:-
Mend the fences they will say,
give forgiveness as you pray.
Is there a smile in the suns bright ray?
Maybe I do not want a pretty flower bouquet.
I think you should be on your way,
fly out of my life like a blue jay.
I do not want to mend this fence today,
you bring me clouds of gray.
I want only a happy day,
make it fast with no delay
A seed must become a flower to seed again.
The flower too cannot flower without the seed.
Every seed breaks before it blooms.
Every flower dies before it seeds.
The end is only what begins again.
Life keeps its promise by letting go.
"Verses in the Ash,"
is where my soul was born.
Where hot coals singed me,
as ashes covered my tiny body.
My soul was,
"Trapped in Your Pulse."
This body has me trapped,
as a helpless baby.
"I am the asylum of your ache,"
in time as it goes by so slowly.
"I taste your truth,"
the truth of life is bitter.
"Where orchids dream,"
is a place I wish I could live.
A place away from the hot ash and pain,
in a place of beauty with pretty orchids.
dried flower arrangement one's living decor
Escaped to freedom
in fragrant, rose petaled bliss,
to feel sunshine's kiss!
Through the gap, rose climbed away.
Has my sweet rose gone to stay?
Daring, creeping Rose
in the pearl dripping moonlight;
by dawn, out of sight.
Glazed days and a better life
await Rose, far from plum strife.
The miracle of birth alone
For unto you can only be known
Now your arduous journey has begun
Like a flower blossoming under the sun
The pain and emotions you go through and endure
A love unsullied and so pure
And the source of strength you somehow derived
Till your new born arrived
For unto one’s life is born another
There is no love greater than that of a mother
My Heart Is A Secret Garden,
where love and pain live and hide.
Love finds pretty flowers blooming,
as the bright sun peeks over the hill.
The love that fills my heart and soul,
coming from the many who love me,
The pain from the rose thorns that prick my being,
from those who want to hurt me.
Oh yes, my heart is a a secret garden,
exploring life and what it has to give.
The scent of a blossom
the breath of the wind
A freshness fills the air
life on a Spring day without a care
Time wafts over us
loosens its grip
stronger than canvas
and reading little words
and sight is more
than understanding
and I didn't complete anything
worth consideration
tonight
My flower
of mixed media
is a mess
but I am trying
for meaning
tonight