Flowers Image Poems | Examples
These Flowers Image poems are examples of Image poems about Flowers. These are the best examples of Image Flowers poems written by international poets.
Hospital waiting room in the afternoon
Tired flowers looking after the patients
Saplings emerging from the interaction
Oranges in the hands of the sun as it sets
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11 September 2025
Oh my!
On the blossoms
Of the apple tree
You, butterfly
Keep sipping
The nectar
of the honey
As long as you desire
No police inspector
No dissenting voices
Curbing your choice
Just the flowers
Offering
Dense brown syrup
With the wind's sway
Stirring the DNA
Blurring the universe
Spectrum of blank verse
Regardless of the purse
No stress
Just embrace, press
and caress
In excess too
Nile in overly blue
Don't digress
Even for a moment
Yesterday, today
and tomorrow
All illuminated
On your wings
No strings
Agile in style
The clock's hands
Are fragile
4/30/2025
Glints of Spring starlight
Light April ‘s flowers tonight
Hearts melt in moonlight
No gravestone witnessed on these grounds,
Field of Blood the worn sign read.
Blue flowers thrive with tinge of white
within this field where mercy runs;
Countless folk lie buried here
Abandoned, forgotten– these dead.
Still nature honors them with care
each June when wild cornflowers bloom.
You may have heard the story of Tom Thumb;
and how he was a tiny little boy.
But what about his sister, Bubble Gum,
she also brought her proud parents much joy.
Just one inch taller than Tom, she wasn't tall,
but her heart was as big as hearts can get.
And she loved picking flowers most of all;
rushing to get them home before sunset.
She'd be seen in her prettiest pink dress
each night, leaving a bouquet on each door.
She did it out of love, not to impress;
and that made townsfolk love her all the more.
Bubble Gum never let her size stop her
from treating people like the friends they were.
It is what catches the eye, kindness of one being
You don't see anger, hey I want to be that
Eye catcher, one's personality adored
We truly want to be all that is
To be better person we portray
Ourselves showing emotions of the heart
Not hidden behind wall invisible
Alone in anger your rage you carry
Hurting, memory not wanting to forgive
It's truly eye catcher, rescue of another soul
Animal being saved, birth of a child
It is love we know, kindness existence
That we want to feel that kind of love
We thrive to be, even ourselves we train
As we practice getting up on right side bed
Skies bring colors, some joyful to see
Flowers blooms, an eye catching sight
As a cloud rolls, water of sea churns
Soul from the depths, what makes us?
We don't look to anger to be but be better
Eye catcher to perfecting oneself as a race
Mankind, suppose cause we was made by man
God of man, his spirit we walk in breath
The beauty of grace everywhere we look
That in ourselves we want to feel pleasures
An eye catcher, a soul just being human
The outward action received
as red cardinals emerges
singing on top of the bird bath
releasing heavenly tunes
while the four of clock
flowers began to open
as the church bell chime
just in time for mass
the holy spirit lands
deep inside my heart
my spirit soars opening
the church doors only
God knows why these
flowers opened and closed
the holy trinity's now exposed
Four blossoms fall
coming to a rest
on the crest of a wave
rippling across the fathomless lake.
Three flowers flowing
sweet wind blows
the scent of fresh buns
in the wake of a glorious sun
Two cherry blossoms float
a streetlight shining upon
the lone bench embracing the night
moths pining after the celestial crescent.
A single bud blooms
new hope bursts forth
sparks spring old and young
blooming into spring.
Fragile flakes with the purest white:
form a fantastic Winter sight.
Like icing-sugar dusting cakes,
with the purest white, fragile flakes.
Tumbling down on a gentle breeze,
Winter's dander coats barren trees.
Snowflakes are spun into a gown,
on a gentle breeze, tumbling down.
With Winter white, whitewashing all:
flakes of snow continue to fall.
And countless snowflakes now alight:
whitewashing all, with Winter white.
Autumn lies beneath Winter snow,
awaiting Spring flowers to show.
As flurries confetti the skies:
beneath Winter snow, Autumn lies.
Immune to September extremes:
color fuels fantasy dreams.
And setting the leaf fairies free,
Autumn reshapes reality.
I see the hand of God at work
in Nature's natural artwork.
And it's so beautiful to see;
Autumn reshapes reality.
October smells of harvest time
and faded flowers past their prime.
As falling leaves fill me with glee;
Autumn reshapes reality.
One of the greatest gifts of all
is mid-October's gift of Fall.
As inked leaves fall from every tree;
Autumn reshapes reality.
Nature spills colored ink
upon flowers in bloom,
a peacock's blue-green plume
cottony clouds of pink
and the waters we drink;
creation's Her playroom.
Earth's sky is sapphire blue,
its seas, aquamarine,
its forests jungle green,
and gems in every hue.
I've named only a few,
but color inks each scene.
Earth's a colorful place
against the black of space.
Flowers are ubiquitous and unique,
Large and small carry a certain mystique.
Offering sensual treats where it's bleak.
Wild or cultivated, when at their peak
Each blossom feels like a kiss on the cheek.
Roses and Lambs Breath have honed their technique,
Stand-ins for love, they make a bride's eyes leak.
In heaven all the colors are gold,
The grass is green, the sky is blue,
The flowers are bright and bold,
And the birds sing sweetly through.
The trees are tall and strong,
The rivers flow with crystal clear,
The mountains reach to the sky,
And the air is fresh and free.
There is no pain or sorrow,
No fear or doubt, no tears,
Only joy and love and laughter,
And peace that never ends.
In heaven all the colors are gold,
And it is a place where dreams come true,
Where everyone is happy and loved,
And life is perfect and new.
So if you're ever feeling lost or alone,
Just remember that heaven is waiting for you,
And all the colors are gold.
When you give me the hills to remember,
And the valleys to hold dear,
I will keep them in my heart forever,
And I will never let them disappear.
I will climb the hills and sing to the sky,
And I will dance in the valleys below.
I will breathe the fresh air and feel the sun on my face,
And I will be happy to be alive.
I will remember the beauty of the hills,
And the peace of the valleys.
I will remember the sound of the wind in the trees,
And the smell of the flowers in the breeze.
I will remember the joy of being in nature,
And I will be grateful for the gift of life.
I will never forget the hills that you have given me,
And I will always cherish the memories.
Nature flaunts a pallet of soft pastels,
She amply applies with an artist's brush.
And like pink sunsets and coral conk shells,
She transforms vivid inks into a blush.
Flowers display a plethora of tints,
like periwinkle, lavender, and rose.
And leaves come in an assortment of prints;
how many subtle shades; nobody knows.
Butterfly wings are mobile works of art,
painted in all colors of the rainbow.
These living masterpieces move my heart
and yet, Nature has so much more to show.
By incorporating pigments that bleach;
purple bleeds mauve, and almond fades to peach.