Flowers Rhyme Poems | Examples
These Flowers Rhyme poems are examples of Rhyme poems about Flowers. These are the best examples of Rhyme Flowers poems written by international poets.
Everyone had flowers they had purchased from a naked pig
He was riding around the square a second ago, said Mrs. Big
I am not sure I want to purchase from a naked pig I said.
Do not be so prissy said my jumble bumble cousin, Fred.
He likes things that are different, he likes weird and unique.
A bicycle came around the corner holding the pig I seek
The flowers were gloriously pretty, and the prices were low.
I forgot the pig was naked and promptly yelled “hello!”
"The casket, laden with flowers disappeared as the curtain was slowly drawn.
If not before, now was the time for all those crying to mourn." The poet.
Immortality has always been an impossible dream.
The notion of living forever had lost its gleam.
When illness befell me and I wished for it to end,
Life led me to the soothing words of a friend.
Confusion overwhelmed me, I knew not where to turn.
Life led me to where I realised, I knew I could learn.
Despair and heartache let me see nothing but strife,
I was led to Christ my saviour who brightened my life.
Feelings of comfort and security and being held tight,
Brought love to my being and I knew all was right.
In the wild the young are held tenderly by clenched jaw,
Just one of the reasons a nurturing parent is for.
I have trod this earth for many a worthwhile cause,
With laughter and tears, in the safety of life's clenched jaws.
Its now time for the jaws to release my soul and open wide.
Not the end, this life let me go and I am at my Maker's side.
I find you beneath an ancient tree,
in winter your names I cannot see;
I think fall is the nicest time of year,
for the watercolor hues in my mind sear.
I come with flowers on a pretty day,
following a winding pathway;
then, for days I dream at night,
with tears until morns first light-
She walked down to the supermarket
To buy the ingredients to make him a special meal
A lamb roast was his favourite
Followed by apple pie and custard to seal the deal
She cooked away happily
Looking forward to his arrival home
The table set perfectly with a vase of coloured flowers
From her garden she had grown
He must of been held up at work ,she thought
As hours rolled by …. late afternoon turning to night
She sat in complete darkness at the kitchen table
Tears rolling down her cheeks as realisation came to light
He was not coming home tonight or any night
For he had passed many years before
Her silent tears turned to gut wrenching sobs
As reality ripped out her heart and she fell to the floor
The all consuming fragrance of the delicate white flowers.
You and I would sit in our perfect garden for hours.
The sweet scent that smothered the garden with rapture,
The bees hard at work as droplets of nectar they capture.
The emerald hues of the leave's colour are interlaced.
Sweet juice of the orange's tantalizing taste.
To be able to pick the juiciest fruit to share,
As the soft breeze gently tossed the curls in your hair.
To sit under the shade of our magnificent orange tree,
The sun sending tender rays to warm so delicately.
We'd sometimes sit in silence reading each others mind.
As love ever present grew and our souls entwined.
I remember the day we planted our enormous tree.
We laughed that it was the first of an orchard, we did agree.
Its survival was doubtful, not much more than an incipit twig.
We both tendered it carefully hoping one day it might be big.
Quite a task nurturing our funny little tropical citrus plant.
Choosing the warmest spot in the yard, so the sun could enchant.
In winter, being so careful to brush all the snow away.
My sweet darling this all seems like it happened only yesterday.
Observe the garden ninja
on the attack
a leaf blower
strapped to their back
and a lawn mower
but no sack
to collect the clippings
merely making noise
severely reducing weeds
and flowers alike
'til they're nought but seeds
and when they strike
producing fumes
from badly-burned
fossil fuel ill-consumed
on the wind to be returned
from whence they once were
all flora is sadly doomed
Her house is hidden deep inside
where most will never go
Beyond where little children play
and wild strawberries grow
It’s camouflaged with plants and vines
she uses in her spells
A pentagram adorns her door
with silver antique bells
The people say the witch’s brews
all have some magic powers
She makes them with the plants she grows
and oils from special flowers
Some of this and some of that
the mystery remains
Her tangled web of secret plants
grow stronger when it rains
The people from the nearby town
all purchase her home brews
For health and love and longer life
which ever they might choose
At first newcomers don’t believe
her potions really work
And drink a few to get along
but always with a smirk
And then one day they ask a friend
to take them to the gate
So they can get a bottle too
Because they’re feeling great
In the beautiful morning sunlight of May
A sacrificed lamb lays on his death bed
His life and limbs are in utter decay
In a few hours or days he’ll be dead
Outside the pink blossoms of the crabapple
Are softly blowing in the springtime breeze
They frame an outline of a small white chapel
Where his soon to be widow drops to her knees
There is a peaceful feeling in the air
The lovely scent of flowers brings serenity
A tranquil quiet fit for a lonely prayer
Because for him there is no remedy
When he awakens from his soothing slumber
His gaze wanders outside to see a lady in white
He muses that he has met his number
And this angel will take him through the light
She’s posing beneath the pastel trees
Her tripod is poised to capture the scene
A moment of beauty obtained to please
In a landscape curated for calm and serene
She is not an angel but she fits the vision
She seeks this image against the clear blue sky
The time has come for him to leave this prison
For it’s such a beautiful day to die
A conscious
for once
here,
my rapid heart,
can't stop
Flowers
exist,
will die
tomorrow
and
I can't
bring myself
to face
their radiance.
They die as I live
and its not fair.
I've given the clues
to wipe me out here
and for once its fair.
I never have had fun
for decades in the sun
I'm losing my humanity
and I'm so sorry for it....
I wanted to be perfect,
like the ladies so pretty
Radiantly so shining......
I'm fading like a fallen star
and I wish I was already afar...
Autumn flowers bloom in colorful hues
Joe Pye Weed plants' tint purplish blues
Sweet tasting nectar sipped' butterflies and bees
While the dragonflies' mate on the barks of oak trees
September's night skies orangish moon
Appears at dusk like an enormous balloon
When the days grow shorter and rain clouds Fill the sky
Trees no longer have green leaves and the flowers Begin to die
Nights are drawing in and the days are getting shorter
Mist rolling up the valley streams with ice
In the water
But time does not stop and winter will fade away
When the dark cold will be no more and
We have the start of warmer day
Thats When the leaves on the trees turn green and the birds will start to sing.
So remember that winter will eventually end and new life will start in spring.
Go and explore, Nature's delight!!
Nature is so wonderful and magical to see,
Woodlands so green, oceans so blue,
Singing birds, the busy buzzing bee,
Butterflies that fly so free,
So elegant with colours so bright,
A wonderful sight to see.
Take in the breath of fresh air,
Look at the beautiful surroundings,
Each and every second that you are there,
Each day is precious,
So open the door and go outside,
See what joyful moments you can make,
Appreciating nature far and wide.
See the beautiful flowers that are on display,
Let's all enjoy a refreshing stroll,
Making the most of each day,
So good for the heart and good for the soul!!
A perfect summers day with the sky turquoise blue
A faint breeze through the trees and pink flowers in bloom
Out on the green they are dressed in their best.
Bright team colours, we expect nothing less.
At the start of the game they gather and stay.
Til someone in charge shouts out “Let’s play”.
The grass is so dry the bowls speed down the green.
Looking out from the pavilion a classic summer scene.
The bowls clack together as they fight for the jack.
Each rink changes sides back and forth, forth and back.
The game draws to a close and it’s on a knife edge.
Our team steals the show with one point ahead.
It’s time for tea after a grand day of fun.
Some opt for a pint and a fresh saffron bun.
Through the clouds, breezing trees
Angels dance to a song by thee
Dressed in white, wings of purity
Peaceful blissful golden clarity
Rays of light, bursts of laughter
Hopeful sunshine, forgotten thunder
Forever waltzing to sweet tunes
Flying higher than balloons
Innocence captured in their eyes
Always smiling, no need for cries
Never tainted, protected by power
Pedals can't be pulled from flowers
Gracefully singing along to the song
Heavenly sent, no burden belongs
Radiantly, comfortably children forever
From January to December.......
I used to dream when I was young,
I would remove all of the thorns
of the most beautiful flowers
and place them in her hair,
lovingly,
Innocence is cute, its so divine,
then you grow up not so fine,
that girl you knew as a child,
can't even remember her name,
sadly,
There's a loneliness to every soul,
eating alone in a popular food court,
they may enjoy the meal, cooked well,
but in the end, solitary doesn't taste as good,
and love declines as the demon in you climbs
and now you realize, its a tragic fairy-tale
and now the large world appears small
and insects on your skin now crawl,
The realization,
it makes you sick,
now, floating past the jetty,
the strands of her hair.....