Spring Flower Poems | Examples
These Spring Flower poems are examples of Flower poems about Spring. These are the best examples of Flower Spring poems written by international poets.
Springing here,
Blooms dance, sunshine wafts,
Feel our smiles.
crocus wanting its day in the sun
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When the northern wind goes back to its polar abode,
chilled clouds fly away on the wings of winter,
making way for the genial southern wind to enter,
compose with the cadence of breeze an ode for spring.
The humming birds sing when the dawn’s colors burst
on the dew-drenched meadow, sparkling in splendor,
letting the spring in the air grow the flowers again.
While through the moon dust we walk the night,
lining up the garden path the flowers sway.
When our dreams serenade, we lose our words,
getting suffused with the aura of their scintillating beauty.
In summer of discontent if the love-starved flowers wither
we’ll let the remnant essence of longing grow them again.
On the canvas of togetherness we paint the yearning flowers,
even when we reach the twilight zone they will glisten
with the patina of immense joy of survival
within our inside world, we call our real home,
where in the storm raged meadow the petals may scatter.
As we learn the vibrant art of living there,
in the tree of our lives the flowers grow again.
spring is all a buzz
pollen seekers on the wing ~
feasting in daisies
ashes drift through streets
foundations crack into dust
false tongues guide the crowd
we watch as the pillars fall
we're silent heirs to ruin
shouts of protest fade
pleas for change lost in the void
swallowed by neglect
travesties parade as law
complacency rains on guilt
even those prepared
trained to weather storms and fire
find their tools undone
in a tide that won't recede
against headlong climate change
cry for children's sake
their innocence locked in halls
their hope dims and fades
as our shadows fall on them
darkening their fragile plight
worsening within
erosion of soul and will
the mirror grows dim
our humanity watches
complacent letting self fade
where have voices gone
we long for them in passing
we ask but can't sing
we pick flowers to fill graves
we never learn time's passing
where have our blooms gone
onto graves we keep digging—
questions circle back
who is there to sow not weep
who will plant flowers in spring
THE FLOWERS WILL GROW AGAIN
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quietly the daffodils wait,
a hushed congregation,
their voices silent beneath the earth.
I stand on the frozen ground, shimmering,
my breath caught in the throat of winter,
watching the skeletal trees claw at a gray sky.
I walk through the barren garden,
winter’s grey skies weeping a soft lament,
and wonder, “Does spring remember us?”
from my frost-covered window I wait,
my heart softening with hope
as the sun slowly, steadily returns.
then, I hear a slight tremor,
see a green spear piercing the earth's crust~
a defiant flag in the face of winter’s retreat.
I step outside, kneeling in the damp earth,
ears to the ground, listening intensely,
hoping I’ll hear them.
then, the trumpets silently call,
a sound unheard by most,
resonates in my winter-weary soul.
overnight the daffodils emerge,
spring’s sunlight and hope,
captured in fragile yellow cups.
they herald a simple yet profound truth,
one I almost forgot,
“the flowers, like hope, will grow again.”
Storms come
Tapper to showers
Calm returns
Earth making ready
For flowers
Sun reclaiming the sky
Rainbow~ prize-ribbon
Meadows gleaming
Bees tripping dutifully, busy
Matchmakers, introducing bloom
To bloom
Birds pairing, making nests
Brides and grooms, greeting guests
The valley quite a festive sight
Nature’s fond formal of Spring….
blooms renewed in spring
confetti blossoms on trees~
flowers tickled pink
Month May summons spring, May flowers bring May showers, May laughs in flowers.
burgundy and cream
and orange blossoms she wore
crowned in hues and lore
fresh naturally
like deep green, minty morning
sweet scent trails forming
queen of nature crowned
in myriad blooms daily
so lovely lately
If you're going to Honolulu
be sure to wear a flower behind your ear
if you're coming to Honolulu
you're going to meet some gentle people here
more than just a fashion statement
a plumeria represents birth love
spring and new beginnings
so it’s no surprise
a woman's romantic status
it can also symbolise
if you're married or unavailable
wear it behind your left
on the right if you're willing to mingle
want to meet a romantic partner
looking for love and you're still single
Raggedy Army
As morning bathes in spring sunshine
A raggedy army stands in line.
Unkempt and ragtag, oddly sized,
Unarranged, disorganised.
Red, a splash among the grey
A new parade at dawn each day.
Some heads drooping, some held high,
A handful gazing at the sky.
Fresh and bright to start the morning,
Most won’t see a new day’s dawning.
In summer’s heat, the same routine -
A new head where an old had been.
In autumn’s fading dying light
A hardy few keep up the fight.
But then to hide in winter’s snow,
Till spring’s warmth says it’s time to show.
And bursting forth and standing proud,
Though scattered, battered, thrashed and ploughed
The raggedy army stands again
Eternal homage to fallen men.
As the first beams of light,
Barged into my dark room,
Saw dew drops glistening,
On spring flowers that bloom.
Kaleidoscopic hues,
Dispelling all my gloom.
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.
Sweet snowdrop bells ring!
The violets are coming
Days are chanting spring.
Crimson camelias call
from dreams near the garden wall.
Gold sun fields await
rich tulips of tomorrow!
Lily's never late.
Then pansies' pink faces greet
blue roses across the street.