Flower Purple Poems | Examples
These Flower Purple poems are examples of Purple poems about Flower. These are the best examples of Purple Flower poems written by international poets.
my birthstone is an amethyst purple
born in February my flower is violet
and my aura glows in hues of purple
and I just cannot resist purple stuff . . .
this color speaks to my soul and spirit
I feel it wrap me like a warm blanket
oh, purple is me, I painted my walls purple
I wear purple clothes, have purple earrings
it makes me feel good and brings me joy
all my curtains are ... you guessed it- purple !
When the heart yearns for greater love,
So blooming like a lily flower
And my soul is enlightened.
You see the sun and the blue sea
Like the beautiful Beulah land
With your tears flow like a river.
What kind of love has come,
As I find light in the dark tunnel
And three wishes are granted.
It stands tall
proudly pointing to the sky
reaching high toward the sun
with hints of purplish blue peeking through
Buds open ever so gently
cautious shy and humble
unsure at first of their regal stature
unaware of their innate majesty
The iris parades its generous petals
ample and graceful
floating graciously
with carefree elegance
Poised amidst the garden
the iris is remarkably unaware
of its astonishing beauty
calm cool dark purple
sooth smooth nice neat gentle touch
cute white delight eyes
Lilac breeze - carrying hopes of honey
Dear bouquet, I pour out my plea,
When the day has come, and the sun is the only light we see,
Pacing down, I set my eyes on a beautiful pink-purple hued flower,
Its good aroma calls in the bees, a home of comfort,
Nevertheless, the atmosphere is filled with betrayal and ungratefulness as the bees in return beats it down,
Such a pitiful sight, broke my heart,
Leaning down I said " you won't be afraid, just as long as you stand by me"
Filled with sympathy, I plucked the flower to give it peaceful rest.
I sought a room, but found none, so I gave it a stay in my heart, a treasure to behold.
It became pretty, hale, and pert,
We were mutually driven by faith.
Until one day, there cometh a florist,
He hit me with his hammer, vanquished I am not able to protect my treasure
my treasure is pampered, and taken away
"Oh darling, stand by me" I cried
coincidence do happen, I can't be worried by the incident.
I'm devastated, my treasure rejects me, proving it will be safer in the hands of the florist, who would only use her for his marketing sales.
You're able to read this then my days are gone
Under silver sign of pink poetess
She was born blue uniquely blessed
Like Tiffany glass are her rosy red remarks
Inspiring poetry despite brown broken heart
With a name so beautiful like flower bloom
Indigo imagine cherubs playing harps by moon
Could song be as long as reverie she inspires
Moon Harp is her name, her poetry is red fire
I can honestly say I’m in a writer’s block
Yellow kind words dipped in ink so hot
Purple pen paints phrases like polka dots
Writing little couplets from cranberry heart
purple blossoms 'pon
mexican petunia sway....
yellow butterflies
wind moves Maximillian's blooms
touched by monarch butterflies
I, the river
you, the bed
Please, may I have the flower
You may have my thorns instead
I, the fire
You, the flame
I am what you require
Yet you do not say my name
In your petals, I lie still,
Scared to stir, lest you recall,
Quietly, I await your will,
Lest you shake free and let me fall.
Down into heaven, I drown,
A gay song upon my lips,
Your roots, my final crown,
'fore I am cast from paradise's grips.
She is ash now
Purple faded into grey
Her beauty no more
Memories abandoned in decay
Miss Celie’s love is soft and slender,
The meeting of water smoothing stones,
Miss Celie’s love has tender lip
And from her mouth
Blooms both melody and roses,
At Miss Celie’s love, all look twice
Pay attention for a while
To her croon and shimmy,
Miss Celie’s love is the wild flower,
Nobody can own her even Miss Celie,
She is as free as the glitters
That bounce off her dress,
Miss Celie’s love is a wonders creature.
wild Anemone
my next door naive wood rhizome
spring's first purple ode
Peonies plum and white
on the table of grace
at nigh sundown's scarlet;
greet the hour with fragrance
as dusk becomes starlit.
Peonies plum and white
bring joy to the evening
of gold tinged memory,
from the gemmed purple vault
of old time's treasury.
Peonies plum and white
from the sunlit glory
of peach, satin breezes;
frills in vanity's vase
with a charm that pleases.
Peonies plum and white
in a hint of gold rays
at evening of the noon;
as grape shadows turn black
in shadows of the moon.
Passionate purple orchids wither -I myself am vibrant and moods
I am that little light that shines
Within your heart inside your mind
That rises floats despite dark dilemma
I keep you warm despite white December
I am the start when some say end
That little spark of blue you begin
The make a way out of neon nothing
To pave to raise the road to green dream
I am a yes when life says no
And you digest a positive soul
That cherry confess to be inclined
To walk by faith and not by sight
I am lavender love despite hate
And tender touch that makes a day
I am of peach peace in any place
Find me with ease when you pray
I’m the fuchsia flower blooming your soul
I am purple power I am hazel hope
Sometimes I'm sweet sometimes I’m sour
I am of seed and purple flower power
I can be crazy while same time sane
Tis God who gave me eccentric brain
I don’t do horror too sensitive
Because tomorrow I’d rather live
Watching good things having good dreams
Instead of the flashbacks haunting me
Flashbacks of trauma from the past
Of pain and drama of a molesting dad
I am not bitter and I love him so
Dead now forgive him as I long ago
I’m a blackberry short and sweet
I chose to be merry I am unique
Like vitamin I carry love so deep
Like magical fairy I’m stigma free.