Flowers Romanticism Poems | Examples
These Flowers Romanticism poems are examples of Romanticism poems about Flowers. These are the best examples of Romanticism Flowers poems written by international poets.
I miss your smell of flowers
I miss your voice like soothing wind chimes
I miss you hands like soft clouds floating in the sky
But I know that living means progressing
And I want to live. i want to progress
And you, Hun, I want you to be the progressing eagle
Go, be the progressing eagle
I walked the starry streets at night
Searching for words to describe you
Which bore no darkness but light
Words never heard by dew
I tried to listen to angels whisper
So I stand vigilant all day and night
Hidden under scented flowers
But nothing new landed on my sight
I swam the oceans and climbed the mountains
Trekked ten million miles to meet the sage
To the underworld and those who reigns
And the aliens land inside a cave
Men never knew such a beauty would exist
So, a name to describe you wasn't announced
Now I declare what that name is
But that sacred word, I can't pronounce
Clouds of grey hues,
Swim across the air above.
A dove is flying high,
Racing to reach his nest below.
You can feel the rain,
Drizzling droplets from the sky.
Pouring as it comes,
Faster and faster raindrops fly.
The soil becomes saturated by water.
Flowers dancing mirthfully,
Through their pads where they rooted.
Blades of grass seem happy, too!
Poise, the clouds of grey hues.
Balance and harmony,
They do bring,
For all the living things!
When I woke up this morning,
With the Sun's glowing rays
I leaned forward to feel
The warmth of it on my face.
I, sitting on the porch,
Watching nature awaken
Birds come out for feeding
I was excited and shaking.
The wind blows softly,
The trees wave their leaves
Like they were saying:
Good morning to me.
The doves in the background,
Are cooing for more.
Cotton ball clouds: of greys and white,
Roaming the sky above feels right
The smell of rain permeates the air
Flowers unfold pedals
Forms the beauty out there.
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.
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Do you feel the need for love and romance?
Option number one: dinner and a dance.
Chill at home with Netflix and a hot date.
Turn out the lights and make out till late.
Option number two: gifts galore.
Remember the one you'll always adore.
Love at first sight and your heart is pounding;
Once you're with that special one, it's totally astounding.
Valentine's Day is here with flowers, candy, and doves;
Every single person needs somebody to love.
I hope your day is filled with excitement and delight,
And wish you a happy Valentine's Day and night.
I want to hold your hand when we walk
I want to need to stop just so we can talk
I want to lose all my sleep thinking of you
I want to experience something new
I want to go with you to the park
I want to dance with you in the dark
I want to sing with you in the rain
I want to make an unbreakable chain
I want to make you smile and laugh
I want to be your other half
I want to talk to you for hours
I want to bring you bouquets of flowers
I want to make something last
I want to not regret the past
I want to see you every day
I don't want you to move away
I don't want to see you leave
I don't want to just believe
I don't want to let you go
I just want you to know…
My heartbeats miss yours
in between their pauses,
as if waiting for a perfect cadence
that only you and me can create.
The purest of eyes that you have,
make me want to kiss away your tears
every time they fall,
and when sorrows linger in your smiles,
I yearn to dip them in shades of pink
and ethereal ecstasy.
I believe now,
your fingers interlaced with mine would fill
all the empty spaces in me completely.
Your arms wrapped around me
like bougainvillea vines
would bring me my sweetest of bloom.
Your warm whispers brushing my hair
can hush all the lullabies
for all of the cold nights to come.
Like flowers forgotten in between pages of old books,
I am sure you will make my soul fragrant
as you, my sweet beloved.
The power you possess over my heart
leaves my senses senseless,
there is no other soul
who could touch this colorless canvas,
and make a masterpiece like you did.
Hushed in a fugue
of Alpaca wool and rising resin
he sits on a stump
the relic legs of a mighty giant
hewn beneath the axeman's blade
its ageless corpse decays
sending up those honey notes
a whispering viola song
he stretches a bare arm from
the wool mist
reaches out, caresses a violet
newly woken from the mud
offers with a tender touch
some juxtaposed thanks
then plucks
lifts it up between two pages
shuts the book
violet pressed by poetry
he breathes a sigh
contended cloud billows
long and white
mingling with the soily musk
There's rose on his cheeks
love in his chest;
the warmth outweighs the chill
Flowers, butterflies, sky, and stars,
All are old expressions of love
I compare thy likeness with a fresh spring
Melodies as if they are Divine, and a longing to live
Filling "the" void in my heart, ending an endless Odyssey
The explanation of my dreams and fulfillment of a prophecy
A name that is written in my destiny
Thou hold the answers to my longings and sufferings
Thou are a beautiful lie so that I can survive this miserable life
A dream too perfect to be broken by the daylight
Thee exist only in the writings of this lonely writer
With each written page, thy presence gets darker and darker
A stranger or a lover, delusion or a soulmate from heavens
All I know is that thou are with me even in my separations
There exist a hope that I will find thee somewhere in my life
The signs will make sense, tongue will speak and thy shall be mine
In a world where I have written poems of a thousand forms
I choose thee as the lyrics of my eternal song
But there is a story incomplete I don't want to end
If I finish thee up, how will this broken heart of mine ever mend
As soft moonlight shone upon the maiden,
She pulled her dark hair away from her face.
With fresh flowers, her garden was laden,
And around her a nightingale did trace.
The bird then quickly vanished from her sight—
She regretted it having left too soon.
The strong wind led the bird on its high flight,
Over the water reflecting the moon.
Near the brook, it found some sticks it could use
To build a nest closer to her homestead.
The bird began flying back to its Muse,
Spreading its wings, from the water, it fled.
As the nightingale took time to linger,
The lovely maiden awoke with a yawn.
With the nightingale upon her finger,
Around her garden, she walked in the dawn.
As cathedral bells in the distance rang,
The nightingale on the maiden's hand sang.
she has a special magic
or so it seems to me
in the early morning when i rise
i process the beans in the grinder
a short succession of tasks
the coffee is brewing
aroma of her hint of cinnamon
fills the kitchen
as i wait i look out the window
dawn has erased all the darkened shadows
the flowers line the property's end
all are ready for the day
i speak their language, tell them to be patient
let me take her coffee and a pastry
she will be with you shortly
it is Saturday and your day with her
tomorrow is Sunday and i am whisking
her away on a picnic
she does this to me you know
everything she touches becomes family
we share conversations about her
the coffee pot is in its last gurgles
remember, cream, one lump i hear
apple turnover, warmed, buttered
the tray is now filled and ready
pushing me to a faster pace
i turn to the coffee pot, thank you
be right back for mine
as i disappear into the hallway
there is a last gurgle, you're welcome
she has a special magic, everything she touches
becomes family to me
3/3/19 Kismet
Bristle summer days
In a land full of flowers and mountains....
—I love the warmth of your embrace
that makes pleasure worthwhile
and worries far away
In the winter night,
Saving me from the coldness and drawing me closer,
My heart thumps at the thought of your neglect
treat me like a plant
hide me in a pot,
protect my parts
and at the end, don't give me away
© Kafe3lah
The red glow of her eyes seeks truth.
The twisted lips of glory has became rude
And the hair is the place where I sail
But sank after a while.
The beauty of her is scaring me,
The beauty of her is sparing me.
The colour of her skin is the same as mine.
She's a human so, she's good and fine.
Her watching the butterflies fly so beautifully.
Me seeing her smile as she watches the butterflies fly so beautifully.
Her being impatient and trying to chase them.
Me sitting thinking about how I saw the child inside of her getting curious.
As she moved slowly towards the flowers
It suddenly began to shower.
Her being gentle and protecting the butterflies.
Me being a man trying to protect my wife.
(Sound of opening an umbrella in the rain that suddenly turned faster)