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.
A point of time alone I mark,
And shine it best I may,
And plant brave flowers upon the way,
Before I must embark.
i'm a small flower
a seed gifted to you by the universe
meant to grow under your care
flourish
people don't like getting seeds
they don't want to plant them
to care for them
to be responsible
they'd rather have a fully grown flower
no work, easy
put water in a vase, leave it to wilt
slowly watching it die
only watching
not interacting
as life slips away
why didn't you try to save me?
i could've been so beautiful
if only you wanted to plant me
help me grow
care
people don't really like getting flowers
flowers die
i died
why am i temporary in everyone's life?
i keep watering seeds i know will never grow
i give every seed a chance at life
never giving up on them
even if i can see so very clearly
they won't live
at least not long enough to bear crops
i feed and feed and feed
running myself dry just to water you
i'm almost out of water
but i'll use my last bit on you
even though i know you won't give a single thing in return
but i keep watering and watering
knowing the outcome each time
but maybe
just maybe
i can get you to grow
even if i have to kill myself
for you to survive
Paused for a moment
A precious moment
One fleeting piece of life
Just an instance in this life
To watch a bumblebee fly
From flower to flower it would fly
Imprecise, yet purposeful
Disorderly, but purposeful
Simplicity of time exceeds value
Silence inside knows no value
Too soon that bee was gone
The peace it left will never be gone
a bouquet brings a window to life
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finding the magnifico under a rock
where a dandelion tendril, reaching
upon the cracked soil finds a bead of water
sustaining the cycle of life
beneath the boughs of a beautiful song
to be set free upon the wind
O flowers, your soul is so beautiful,
I would like to know you all,
You populate so many vast gardens,
Your silences are filled with treasures,
O flowers, I cannot name all of you,
Neither compare you,
Petunias, Magnolias, orchids,
You undo my chains with a single attraction,
O benevolent angels, you offend no one,
A rose alone in a blue vase
Change the life of a painter, or the fate of the world,
O flowers, how to end my life without loving you?
O flowers, how would my poem end
If you didn’t exist?
friendship can be great
looking when will I find you
will that be today
are you now looking for me
will our search go on and on
there you stood looking
oh you came out of no where
what a big surprise
our friendship is a flower
fun and laughs are everywhere
our fun and laughs turn
it all goes so very wrong
hurt and pain from words
tears running like a river
why did our friendship go bad
I am grateful for flowers…
how they always remind me…
that for everyone I meet in life
to make room…
because a flower
does not think of competing with
exploiting
or hurting the flower next to it…
all a flower does…
is bloom.
Life of moments but two
Teaches us tenets two:
Do blossom as buds do,
Spread fragrance, all your hue,
If giving love’s greatest of gift,
Getting, biggest trophy to lift.
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Translation | 10.08.2025 | life, flower, fragrance, love
Note: Inspired from the original Urdu:
Do pal ki ziñdagi ke do usul:
Nikharo phool ki tarah
Aur bikharo khooshboo ki tarah,
Kiseeko prem denaa sabse badaa upahaar hai,
Aur kiseekaa prem paanaa sabse badaa sammaan hai.
Within the secret sacred shrines of rose
Dwells a scent. This aroma, like gold, glows.
Creation flows. Existence is the scent.
Though the rose fades, its scent lasts without end.
The scent is not on her external skin.
This is in the clashes of seasons' spin.
This aroma springs from her spotlessness.
The fragrance finds the bloom's bottomlessness.
Soul is the core of the scent of goodness.
Within it abides showers of kindness
The stream of scent secretes with dispassion.
It's from here the scent spreads as compassion.
I'm learning to have the nurture of a woman because of you
I thank my sister for bringing a vibrant flower into this world
I see more color start to hue.
Having a little sidekick, another little sister
You're silly and ready to go
You act like you can take over the world
Violet, I hope you see this one day
Knowing that you mean so much to me, no one can tear us apart.
I love being an older sister, someone you can talk to
I can't wait for your future and see how life goes.
You're so smart for just being three, but I won't say it to ur face since that will be your biggest enemy. lol
After the sleet and snow of winter,
Life has taken a rebirth.
Barren spaces, adorned in kaleidoscopic colours.
Sunlight glistens, daffodils and daisies spring.
The heavenly music of birds drowns the air,
Bringing joy and cheer to uncounted hearts.
It is a painting of deep connection
to natures beauty of fascination
and the changing seasons, of colour and light
it captures its essence, in fleeting its sight
his brush stokes fluid and energetic
he gives it life , to the unexpected
and in hues of greens and pinks, serene
a sense of calm , so rarely seen
l transport back, to peace and harmony
to his eyes, of deeper meaning
passage of time ,and its fleeting nature
his Water Lilies, their fragility, his feeling
a pulse of light upon the water
it has a miriad of interpretations
so he paints to invite you in
and he paints its slow , in it's his celebration
l'll think , and sit, and wait a while
and absorb the artistic palette
as his canvas gives back, the Lilies smile
in the gardens sunset ,
of Monet
Summer arrives in golden light,
Mountains shed their snowy white.
The river moves with joyful gleam,
Shining bright in the sun’s beam.
Through rocky beds, she winds with ease,
Nourishing earth in tender peace.
Quenching the thirst of Pines and Firs,
Thriving the bushes around her shore.
Seasons shift, and colors grow,
Tree tips shimmer, blossoms show.
Daisies dance in meadows wide,
Sweet peas bloom with gentle pride.
Roses bask in warming rays,
Grapevines promise fruitful days.
Stellar Jays call, loud and free,
Swooping bold from tree to tree.
River whirrs in rhythmic sound,
Phoebes dart and skim the ground.
Gathering meals with steady flight,
Feeding their young in shimmering light.
A mink appears as dusk unfolds,
Gliding quickly through night’s hold.
The midnight bear roams wild and deep,
Claiming the land while others sleep.
By the river’s edge, my spirit sings,
Breathing life where nature springs.