Lilac Flower Poems | Examples
These Lilac Flower poems are examples of Flower poems about Lilac. These are the best examples of Flower Lilac poems written by international poets.
Spring in the Valley
Spring breeze’s whisper through the hills,
Lavender wisteria spills
Over a mossy granite stone.
Air thick with heavy lilac fills,
Spring breeze’s whisper through the hills,
hanging on quiet valley stills,
Where lazy shadows creep alone.
Spring breeze’s whisper through the hills,
Lavender wisteria spills.
On Scottish Moors
Heather
weather
The Artificial Boutonniere
Bridegroom’s
dyed blooms
The Lavender Hyrbid
Blue grows
new rose
Garden Inventory
I lack
lilac
The Overgrown Garden
Budding
flooding
Best Gardener
Knows his
roses
Lawn Invasion
Clover
all over
My mom’s favorite flower
And when I catch the wafting shower
And imbibe the smell of them
My thoughts of Mom start up again
While she rests under a lilac bush
She has visions of a Monet
And her thoughts and the moths
Inhabit the lilac in a romantic foray
It’s more of an adorning (as with a crown)
This purple fountain of pageantry
I’m putting them on a pedestal
But please don’t think any less of me
She loves them so, this is how lilac’s trundle
Outside a trellis, inside, in water, in bundle
But as soon as these beauties had renown
They die slowly and turn to brown
But it’s the memories
That keep me coming back
I will think of my Mom often
Every time I smell a lilac
Misty roses, red
with pink haze, orange lilies;
Lilac promenade.
Purple pansies on the porch,
dusk soon to carry the torch.
'At last' roses, peach
chocolate cosmos, shrouded,
Yellow daisies smile.
Gardens loved to distraction,
yet hold a strong attraction.
Blue irises, blurred
and black cherry carnations,
near green hydrangeas.
Subdued belles wear nature's veil
in hued dawn, of small detail.
To see the lilac blossom once more
I took a low road around my apartment building
I don't do this too often
So my way home was a little longer.
Not much longer actually, about 200 steps more.
Lilacs were beautiful, I smelled the heady scent of lilacs
Walking through the back lane. I love the lilacs in bloom
They were in the late stage of flowering, already shrunk a little, soon to fade.
As I turned to the home drive, I saw a tractor standing
With the engine running, the driver was smoking, sitting in his cabin.
It didn't mean anything, but I remembered this trifle.
I can't say why I tend to remember meaningless things.
Maybe they relate to me on a deeper level,
That I can't explain to myself, and I never try.
double blue lilac
lush doublet floret clusters
bravely elegant
visiting in May
unmistakable fragrance
bringing me such joy
lilacs bloom into
an ambrosial siren
springtime seduction
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lilac buds
burst on the scene
sense overwhelm
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Black onyx night, of the pearlescent moon,
diamond dew kissed, musk rose red.
Deep purple and white passion!
Phantoms dance in lilac dreams;
around the corner of blooms,
with memories of sunshine.
Comparing lovely costumes,
in fields, beds and flowerpots,
just steps away from moonlight.
A polka dot rainbow flared.
The names of the poems from which each line
above was taken, is listed in order:
1. Precious Black Night
2. Sunshine Missed
3. Lilacs Lacy
4. A Fruitful Day
5. Hibiscus Hypnotic
6. Van Gogh's Flowers
7. A Final Sundown
8. Impossible Primroses
9. Redolent
10. Polka Dot Rainbow
Setting sun desert
Hot skies are blooming colors!
It's orange and red,
with the pink and lilac sprays-
and floating, creamy bouquets.
Blue stars are coming
searching for deep green they missed,
near to crescent moon.
Tall cacti salute the stars
midst swirled, yellow sand memoirs.
Smiles on all faces
when roaming green, green spaces.
Mauve populations
and redbird expectations
thrill in butterfly nations!
Color imposes
Wild horses and red roses.
Singing lilac breeze
greets yon heather honeybees
and purple crepe myrtle trees.
see the tiny bee?
I smirk, for it is a lie.
It is not a bee
but striped like one, it is a flower fly
Because she is small, and at nature’s mercy
He made her as great a camouflage as she can be.
She is dressed from antenna to buttocks in stripes.
Her entire body looks like a honeybee; making others say “yipes!”
She is the purple lilac loving flower fly
no one messes with this rose sitter, and I tell you why…
Incognito, she looks like a bee, this flower guy!
Mauve sweetheart of mountains
your petals pulse purple twilight and scatter small stars
amongst scars, whilst wars rage on the world's dark stage
and the stage disintegrates, becomes a mass grave,
scissored by shadow and scythed by sorrow.
Yet graves are amethyst-studded with promises of tomorrow;
lifeless lilac revived by meandering kisses of mountain streams...
Sleepy sweet-scented stars dream delicate dusk,
bloom on hostile ground, birthed from rocky earth,
storm-swayed but unbroken, budding
through the longest night, awakening
violet visages unfurling from the heart of dark
to be reborn in gold-gifted dawn.
Tenacious you cling as morning sings
to the small yellow sun that rises
in each resilient heart.
A Rose
Most chose
A Lily
So frilly
A Peony
Bee honey
A Hibiscus
Bloom discus
A Lilac
Purple crackerjack
A Daffodil
Yellow thrill
A Wave Petunia
Will rave Ah
A Begonia
So bona
A Daisy
Sun crazy
Showtime for Spring
yellow sprinkles spring
with daffodils and crocus ~
sunbeams tickle boughs
pink petal flurries
spring breathes out apple blossoms ~
puddles of color
lavender shadows
splash in a lilac perfume ~
purple eclipse glows ~
orange bathes in dawn
painting the poppy meadows ~
showtime for tulips
shooting star flowers
borrows blue from sapphire skies ~
rainbow confetti
woodlands spawn teardrops
non-pariels of snowdrops ~
moontime coronas