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.
If the rose could speak
would it orate of her own beauty
or having heard enough of ours
content then with just her flowers
for true beauty need only self be
as time no concern of eternity
Yet her fragrance intoxicating
as Narcissus at the Vintaging Pool
will true beauty never
transcend her own inherent rule
for beauty sake
be her own habitual fool
A child’s smiling face
A sunrise shining on a field of flowers
An orchestra fluidly keeping pace
In this World of ours
A hateful cold man’s face
A bomb’s blast sees ash from flesh makes rock from towers
An ocean of starvation born of greed’s embrace
On this Earth of ours
A distracted blank face
A mind of apathy denies thought empowers
An era in darkness begs light to erase
In this Time of ours
The heart of Night pierced by first light,
Sol gives birth to a brand new day.
And the flowers instinctively;
begin opening their petals.
Shadows scurry back into cracks,
the heart of Night pierced by first light.
And color steps from the shadows,
as the moon completes its cycle.
A spectacular sun rises
to once more push back the darkness.
The heart of Night pierced by first light,
the sun illuminates the sky.
Dusk and Dawn are a package deal,
for light and dark are conjoined twins.
Dawn retrieves the day that Dusk lost,
the heart of Night pierced by first light.
4/30/2025
Glints of Spring starlight
Light April ‘s flowers tonight
Hearts melt in moonlight
You may have heard the tale of brave Tom Thumb,
The tiny boy who brought his parents joy.
But what of his younger sister, Sweet Plum?
A sister just as grand as any boy.
Just one inch taller than her brother's height;
Her heart was yet as big as hearts can get.
She loved to gather flowers in the light,
And rush to bring them home before sunset.
Arrayed in her favorite pretty dress,
She left a fresh bouquet on every door.
She did it out of love, not to impress,
Which made the townsfolk love her all the more.
Though small in stature, she was mighty kind,
The truest friend that you could ever find.
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
written by mrs yolanda joy nicholsen
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 dusts barren trees.
Snowflakes get spun into a gown,
on a gentle breeze, tumbling down.
With Winter white, whitewashing all,
white flakes continuously fall.
And countless snowflakes now alight:
whitewashing all, with Winter white.
Color lies beneath piles of snow,
waiting for Spring flowers to show.
As flurries confetti the skies:
beneath piles of snow, color 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.
Autumn's annual pageant is sublime:
multicolored leaves confetti the ground.
Outside of Spring, Fall's my favorite time:
I enjoy every color, smell, and sound.
Wrapping Summer's dead in a festive shroud,
breezes weave tapestries not meant to last.
And using every color that's allowed:
Autumn's artistic skills are unsurpassed.
As gold, red, and amber fall from the trees:
Autumn leaves morph into colorful art.
Yet, mosaics crafted by each brisk breeze:
will inevitably be blown apart.
Wild flowers have withered and gone to seed:
waiting for the kiss of Spring to awake.
And as a scarlet sunset starts to bleed:
Winter arrives on a tumbling snowflake.
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.
Nature flaunts a palette of soft pastel
colors she applies with an artist's brush,
and paints pink sunsets and coral conch shell,
transforming vivid hues into a blush.
Flowers come in a plethora of tints
like periwinkle, lavender, and rose,
and green leaves tout an assortment of inks,
while concealing shades that nobody knows.
Butterfly wings are Nature's works of art,
painted in all colors of the rainbow.
Her living masterpieces move my heart,
and yet, Nature has so much more to show.
As azure waves lap the sand on the beach,
purple bleeds mauve, and almond fades to peach.
Adam was content to stay
where flowers bloomed every day.
And for an infinite span,
God sated the soul of Man.
Yet Man lacked self-awareness,
and God saw that unfairness.
A woman's daring was sought
to give Man free will of thought.
So Eve gave birth to reason;
and thought came into season.
Though Man found sin in her deed,
thanks to Eve, His soul was freed.
A plethora of bright yellow flowers;
pop up in fields and lawns in early Spring.
And watered by tepid April showers
swiftly spread, overtaking everything.
Able to transform the ground overnight,
they turn green grass into a golden fleece.
And then, morph into a magical sight,
as white tufts fill the air upon release.
Though commonly considered pesky weeds,
dandelions are also picked to eat.
And releasing pappi to spread their seeds;
they're notoriously hard to defeat.
Despite suburbanites' ongoing rants,
dandelions are interesting plants.
Nature's artistry oft leaves me in awe,
Her palette of colors is amazing.
Her art evokes feelings, primal and raw;
that leave me breathless, merely stargazing.
Her ocean's a menagerie of fish,
of every shape and color one could wish,
swimming amidst splendiferous shellfish.
Her flowers are a marvel to behold,
especially when their petals unfold,
revealing blooms that are strikingly bold.
She sculpts mountain ranges without a flaw
and frosts Earth's poles with an icy glazing.
Volcanoes erupt from a dormant dish,
to an inferno; the Earth's Hers to mold.
ice crystals rest on my window
like a second skin
a season's restless spirit
in water vapour
condensing
a winter picture frame
spheres of spikey stains
in a silent closing
patterns complete
symmetry looping
luring
ice flowers tangible
that carve their way
down my window
till a warming sun
swallows them whole
Poem composed January 29, 2023