Flower Personification Poems | Examples
These Flower Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about Flower. These are the best examples of Personification Flower poems written by international poets.
"For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed." - beautifulnow.is
Autumn tiptoed in after summer.
I reminisce of the silent kiss
she left as droplets on the delicate florets
of one beautiful, bright chrysanthemum.
Her early morning tryst went undetected
until the evidence of it glistened
in the light of a sweet September dawn.
I spotted that lovely mum blushing pink
from the visit Autumn made just before King Sun peeked down
from his throne of gold on high in the brilliant sky
when he caught the goddess bidding a fond farewell
to the flower she had been deliciously romancing.
Too many times to count has Autumn visited
other flowers, leaving her fleeting touch of love
which puts a glow on their pretty petaled faces,
but each of her kisses is evanescent.
In that moment I recall, one chrysanthemum
glowed most gloriously from the silent kiss.
standing still ~
a one-legged flamingo
thinks he's a rose
Spring did not want to appear
as winter kept her nice and warm
covered by his coat of white
it was to comfortable to wake up
it meant work for her
she had gotten to comfortable
the trees began to bud slowly
upset with spring unwillingness
the flower bulbs peeked out
wondering what was keeping spring
the sun shone brightly to wake her
so slowly she decided enough
unwillingly she cast her warmth
upon the earthly orb
spring became awake
red tulip always wanted to be human
wishing made it so
she pranced out of the garden
flaunting her new feet
hated by others
The mulberry trees are,
awaking with new life.
I am feeling my new green leaves,
coming from my many branches.
Spring is here,
showing off her beauty.
What do I see,
a butterfly house?
It is tucked beneath my many branches,
hidden in my new green leaves.
Colorful butterflies now appear,
dressed in their finest colorful wings.
As I watch I see,
beautiful butterflies dance from flower to flower.
Oh how I wish,
wish I could dance with them.
My branches waves in the cool breeze,
guess this is the only dancing I can do.
I watch them dance,
by the day's bright sun.
Then by the night's dark sky,
as the diamond stars and full moon appear.
I am blessed to be called home,
for I am one of the many mulberry tress.
"A day goes better with pretty flowers." Quote By Poet...
As spring is being born again,
my head is emerging in a flower garden of love.
My pink rose face is enjoying the new warmth,
the warmth from this new day's sun.
As I grow,
I see you also coming up from the cold ground.
My love,
with deep dark arms of green leaves.
Soon we can once again embrace,
wrapping our love around each other.
Yes,
we are in a rose garden of love.
Oh, lovely Rose flower,
Blooming in scarlet color,
You are beauty born.
A child of dawn.
With nudge of breeze,
Sweet aroma you release.
It enters our nose
A whispered promise.
You are so divine
In any garden, shine
Among flowers you reign,
As an unrivalled queen.
When velvety petals unfold
What beauty you enfold.
With bewitching smile sweet,
Everyone, you warmly greet.
Her soft pink petals are invitingly fresh and bright
Next to many others displayed in colors that delight
She sits and patiently awaits on greenhouse shelves
And prays she is soon chosen, as her heart swells
She smiles as the morning sunlight warms the air
As her earthy scent wafts and attracts with flair
Her magenta blooms are lightly covered in mist
Her petals stir, welcoming the moist dew kiss
She hopes the sweet geranium lady will soon be here
Then soon hears her voice as she's getting near
Her petals whimsically gleam as her growing stems invite
As she sits attentively waiting, feeling proud and sprite
She feels her pot lifted from the crowded greenhouse floor
Delighted she was chosen and excited for what's instore
Her feet are now planted at her new home in a beautiful pot
Displayed amongst her blooming friends in a bright cool spot
She smiles as the morning breeze tickles her new blooms
And her sweet lady admires her beauty and fresh perfumes
She vows to zealously grow, with her petals blooming strong
In hopes her blooms deliver delightful gifts all summer long
Reposed in shadows
within a realm of colors
dusty rose gown blurs.
All the flowers she adores ~
as gold love's beamed out of doors.
Green and purple blooms
are always in her warm face ~
'til she sinks in grace.
Exquisite pinks golds and blues
fade out, as plum night ensues.
She’s dainty and pretty in pink and purple
Modeling her ruffled dress and her fuchsia hat
As her long and slender legs dance in the wind
She’s intoxicatingly beautiful and enchanting
Wild bees seductively buzz all around her
Waiting to taste her dewy petals and nectar
A hummingbird stops and sips in her beauty
The wind picks up as her ruffles sway all around
A light rain quenches her in a cool misty dew
Her whimsy’s short lived as she soon drops off
Quote By Poet "The faces of pretty flowers will brighten anyone's day."
Here in a lovely garden we sit,
growing very close-knit.
Our faces of pretty color,
are bigger than a sand dollar.
We love to get a kiss from the rain,
makes our growing not feel in vein.
The bees came by to say hello,
they give us a big glow.
It is said we are an annual plant,
we are loved by the owner's aunt.
Shout out loud and proclaim,
Zinnia is our name.
Yesterday I was in the parched, red desert, where it pours only seldom,
Bearing joy for varicolored cacti blooms, a silvery shower, very welcome.
This morning I deluged the green, pathless forest, at the dawn of purple.
Tomorrow, wet footsteps will travel, down the tree-lined street of myrtle.
In wild days of ago, my fervor caused floods, as I danced in dewberries;
Then a soft, yellow sun spun rich gold, making cherries and cranberries!
While there is gladness everywhere I go, my sporadic errors humble me,
Like an errant wind which blows off course, tenacious, golden honeybee!
Sitting on me, butterflies and dragonflies give poses.
Am I not, yet, less known than my fragrant sisters, Roses?
Am I not somewhat less cared for as though nature's stepchild?
The sun and the shower on me, yet, fall tender and mild.
I'm Hope. Optimism in me, like streams towards heaven, flows
Faith, in the form of chlorophyll, wearing green costumes glows.
Love, loyalty, and destiny I divinely present
In each petal of mine dwells the Guerlain Shalimar scent.
A prosperous life, positive growth, joy, bliss, contentment
I offer optimism with a sweet psychic amendment.
Love me like a father, mother, brother, sister, or friend.
Scenting your grave, I'll dwell with you till the universe's end.
I was born cradled inside your palm
within the perimeters of a safe haven
brought to life by loving silty fingers
Rose is what I heard you call me
staying true to my appellative name
I chose to bloom inside your heart
Many butterflies and bumblebees
sat on my flowerhead but only you
were the apple of my eye, dear heart
I was born to please you and only you
enclosed and surrounded I thrived,
like a rose, in a tangled mess of flowers.
My leaves never droop and my flowers stand high
I bloom through the year as the seasons pass by
I witness the daffodils stand proud and tall
I see warmer weather put paid to them all
The alliums follow, the marigolds too
Then plants that will flower the whole summer through
Impressive by some standards, you might agree
But none of these plants hold a candle to me
The roses come close as they bloom into fall
And still here I stand as I scrutinise all
I watch as the wind brings down apples and pears
I won’t drop my leaves but I see them drop theirs
For I was put here by a man with a spade
Because it gets hot and there isn’t much shade
And all year I brighten this spot where I’m placed
I’m plastic - and there’s no accounting for taste