Flower Growth Poems | Examples
These Flower Growth poems are examples of Growth poems about Flower. These are the best examples of Growth Flower poems written by international poets.
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?
The rain in Spain is never plain --
not there nor anywhere else, each
drop a stork of rosy rebirth.
An empty room filled
with silence,
I want to remain,
I want to dream more.
The wind pushes
the window wide
open filling the room,
no longer empty;
yet, nobody’s there,
dark, cold, empty,
middle of nowhere on top
of a hill. I can't fly
like the flower petals over
there. I step outside,
and lay on grass under
a sky filled with stars.
Maybe I can't
reach the sky, but
I want to stretch
my hand out
and still try.
The stars remain eternal.
As I walk north,
I continuously walk
among this darkness.
My happy memories haunt
me and question my
choices. I too wonder
what will become
of me, yet
I still want to struggle,
not knowing
which path to take,
I now consider this
my fate,
times of sink or swim,
life surrounded
by hardships, but
I cannot give up,
this is my fight.
Maybe I can never fly
to the sky of stars far
out of my reach, but
I still want to try.
Its only night,
the morning always
comes,
a long journey awaits me.
With only
dirt,
sunlight
and water,
a tiny seed
can transform
into
a beautiful flower.
So,
there are no reasons
or excuses
for us
to remain dormant
and
not flourish.
The flower closed
Tired of seeking answers
Why things happen?
Why no rain when needed?
It's time for acceptance
Answers cannot be found
The importance of growth,
is going with the flow
Until the sun shines again...
Until the warmth renews...
into a blooming show again
6/14/25
They say a single white
blossomed.
Petals flung wide
in the east wind’s howl—
She must be lonely.
Alone? Yes, but not adrift.
Nonsense.
No flower thrives without tending.
Perhaps you should look
closer:
her roots drink
from the deep earth—
No use in tending,
when the soil remembers
better than memory.
People ask
as they wonder,
what holds
you? Is it
fear? Is it
doubt? Is it
distrust? or is it
all or
neither?
A flower is brought
into this world amidst
chaos
unknowingly
what it may
encounter yet
it remains
pure.
Confined by
discourtesy
trickled by
irregularities
lured by
fallacies yet
stands still as
nature's
gift
as it
shimmers
brightly.
When we have problems, don't panic
Start to do something about it
Look for any steps toward growth
Don't let relationship affect to it
Pay attention to small details
Like why we plant a flower in a pot
Why we water everyday into it
Why we stir the soil to let it grow
We sort ourselves recognizing growth points
Start to change something fruitful, meaningful
Don't blame other for the problem that arises
Learn to appreciate and love yourself
We sometimes devalue ourselves to humble us
The world reflects our attitude to ourselves
Many of us has rigid psyche, think only good
Believing only the truth is good psychology
Spiritual growth is sure blows on faith
After which our pride is re-down to zero
We begin the things we don't want to happen before.
a crocus fighting for its day in the sun
Submitted on May 20, 2025 for contest SPRING MONOKU sponsored by JCB BRUL - RANKED 1ST
My skin’s made of flowers,
Waiting to blossom in the shade,
Fighting the urge to turn grey,
As they look desperately for—
The summer breeze of tomorrow.
Where their petals ruffle in the wind,
Feeling cold beneath my skin,
I shiver at thought of being alive.
Ladybugs,
On the tips of my fingers—
Grasshoppers,
At the base by my roots—
My body is an ecosystem of renewal.
Glistening morning dew,
Droplets of golden sun,
It feels as if my life has just begun.
My petals may fade with my mood,
My colour may change with the seasons—
But my seeds stay planted.
In the strong soil where I stand,
For I may be stunted for a while,
But my growth will never come to an end.
delicate white bloom
airs on the fresh green branches ~
steam wafts from the cup
Flower does not bloom right away
It start with a green contour in the stem
Then, slowly enlarge its mound
Force a little of showing its tip
Another day giving its first outburst
On early morn the first color bright
Which welcome the early bee first sip
To the early waterer brings an early grin
Care a lover that wears a morning romantic smile.
Fearless as it stands to understand,
Is placing all and everything into my hands,
Not knowing you feel is an empty spot,
Is just the space in between where fear is not,
Hope replaces and refines with time,
And brings you love and peace of mind,
When watered the flower blossoms right on time,
While underneath the earth it's growing and hides,
"A Day Goes Better With Pretty Flowers." By Poet
G-Gardens everywhere are starting to be reborn.
A-Alive with beauty from town to town.
R-Roses and tulips are smiling out loud.
D-Dead flowers will be wearing a new outfit.
E-Everyone loves pretty colors and sweet fragrances.
N-Now is the time to work your garden.
"In the garden built on a graveyard. The death of every flower added a little more life to the hearts of the corpses, buried deep inside."
~ Akshay Vasu
graveyard vines grow
death below life
necro neglect