Flowers Shape Poems | Examples
These Flowers Shape poems are examples of Shape poems about Flowers. These are the best examples of Shape Flowers poems written by international poets.
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*Tree*,
*I am*.
*Sprouted at*,
*the dull back yard*.
*When I’m full of life*,
*Men for shade, come to me*.
*When I'm laden with flowers*
*They greatly admire and love me*.
*When I bear luscious and tasty fruits*,
*They stone me and hurt me merciless*.
*Please know, I'm your friend*.
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When I
shed my
leaves,
they
curse
Me.
When
I grow
hefty,
they
cut me.
How sad
is my plight.
Have pity on me!
Categories:
creation, tree,
Clouds of fleeting cotton clump,
tire to make the changing shape,
tell wind, stop blowing squally across sky.
They want to adorn shining golden lines,
as cold sun sinks beneath skyline remote.
The sun rays paint old leaf tan,
in summer heat the face curls,
as the shape of youth crushes for it’s dry.
In fall wind it blows away from the stem,
tree wishes spring to usher in the green.
Dream buds unfurl the dry eyes,
see petals shape blissful bloom
in flowers soaking colors from spring air,
share hue of butterflies from sunset sky
until the shape of splendor wilts forlorn.
Bleak loneliness strides with me
toward you, my charming moon.
Its shadow sinks in my fading footprints,
that’ll pace until I reach you to embrace,
you’ll find me repose in shape of silence.
Life weaves web maze of patterns
with the ordained shape of things.
Categories:
shape, analogy, life, me,
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I
am
a tree
growing wild
in a rambling forest.
Each day I reach my arms
for the sky and feel the sun,
the rain and the snow fall on me.
On my branches birds have made nests,
and sweet little birds chirp for a meal, please!
Butterflies come to rest in the shade of my leaves,
and I hear a rippling stream flowing in the distance.
In the winter I go to sleep and dream of bees buzzing.
of the rainbow flowers that will grow all around me in Spring.
I wait
quiet
in the
forest
I am a tree, strong and weak, I have lived a hundred years in this forest,
and have many stories to tell, if you listen. Press your ear on my trunk,
you can hear my heart beating. I have a soul, if you cut me down I bleed.
I pray that I will live a hundred more years- in this wild forest, unknown.
Categories:
how i feel,
Woman (Poem)
Nazim ZarSinner
I have
always been
thinking about
you, O beautiful
creature of God, your
your beauties, charms
are eternal have
spring given
of affection. life
to hearts. Your voice has pride of
ruling hearts, essence of flowers;
for centuries you
have been the queen
of human feelings &
soft sensations,
each civilization
venerated you
as a goddess
of prosperity
caregiving, birth,
responsible for
life on earth,
children are
shaped in
your womb
who will
be rulers
in future,
smiling
f a c e
is the
beauty,
poetic
minds
won't find
equivalent of.
February 24, 2022
Categories:
birth, family, woman,
I
planted
some seeds
a short while ago
Growing so fast but battered by gales
The winds and the rain with intent to destroy
My favourite flowers ~ My favourite blooms
Reaching six feet their flowers emerge
Great
Excitement
~
Great
Joy
~
Are
these
giant
yellow
blooms
~
With
their
smiling
yellow
faces
Spreading sunshine galore
Like a dozen tall soldiers standing erect
And I smile each time I open my door
Facing the sun with the cheekiest smiles
Are my bright yellow sunflowers
with smiles I adore
And these beauties were truly
worth waiting for...
Written 11th August 2021 when my first bloom emerged…
Contest A Brian Strand you choose
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Categories:
flower, happiness, smile, yellow,
endless
and breathless,
a seasonal sensation
curls me in bliss,
as butterflies and flowers caress
- it’s the magic of majestic moments,
and i am desiring this devoted destination,
of summer sun-kissed skin, bountiful blooms softly dipped -
a playful pathway of delicate daisies swaying and serenading
- then, the melody of the wind whispers low, beauty collides
causing butterflies and flowers to take a bow and disappear,
while nature embraces autumn’s kiss and temps that rearrange
- it’s the end of summertime’s soft, soothing melody
pumpkin spice dances sweetly in the air,
expanding the imagination beyond the sky -
as leaves become a paintbrush,
curling me in bliss
- this seasonal sensation
is breathless,
endless
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* Just a little scribble *
Embracing the Moments
Form of poetry: 1-10 words and 10-1
Categories:
appreciation, autumn, imagery, seasons,
The Shape of Mourning
by Michael R. Burch
The shape of mourning
is an oiled creel
shining with unuse,
the bolt of cold steel
on a locker
shielding memory,
the monthly penance
of flowers,
the annual wake,
the face in the photograph
no longer dissolving under scrutiny,
becoming a keepsake,
the useless mower
lying forgotten
in weeds,
rings and crosses and
all the paraphernalia
the soul no longer needs.
Keywords/Tags: life, death, death of a friend, grave, memory, memories, memorial, mourning, funeral, shape, mourning, eulogy, bolt, steel, locker, penance, wake, keepsake, keepsakes, memento, mementos, rings, crosses, paraphernalia
Categories:
shape, death, death of a
Young harlot is the most honest of all
a fist of coins for a dollop of flesh
more honest than the soil and rain
that turn opera into palettes of cackle
blood blossoms sprouting from grayness.
Some Johns offer flowers or budget cigarettes.
A bouquet of mirrors and cancer-she thinks.
While she nibbles the stems off their souls
The tongue - her pungent weapon of brevity.
Old harlot is the least honest of all.
Masking a puffy face with budget smiles.
Holding flesh together with time's disintegration.
flecks of waning star dust minced by gravity
a ball of yellowing yarn-beneath whirling paws.
Categories:
remembrance day,
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I
am
a tree
growing wild
in a rambling forest.
Each day I reach my arms
for the sky and feel the sun,
the rain and the snow fall on me.
On my branches birds have made nests,
and sweet little birds chirp for a meal, please!
Butterflies come to rest in the shade of my leaves,
and I hear a rippling stream flowing in the distance.
In the winter I go to sleep and dream of bees buzzing.
of the rainbow flowers that will grow all around me in Spring.
I wait
quiet
in the
forest
I am a tree, strong and weak, I have lived a hundred years in this forest,
and have many stories to tell, if you listen. Press your ear on my trunk,
you can hear my heart beating. I have a soul, if you cut me down I bleed.
I pray that I will live a hundred more years- in this wild forest, unknown.
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December 20, 2019
Written for the contest, I am a Tree
sponsor, Delilah Ventura
Categories:
tree,
it wasn’t the measured meanness
nor the pig blood
nor the rampage of Carrie’s revenge
but the quiet walk
to the graveyard
depositing flowers
remembering the saint...forgetting the maelstrom
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as the grub-filled hand erupts through the soil
to impale one more victim.
the grave has no conscience.
10/31/2019
Categories:
dark, halloween, scary,
If the truth be told
do Fibonacci patterns puzzle
like the sunflower seeds stumble
or tiny fronds of ferns spiral
into the golden ratio of the galaxy
sparking forth a cardiac rhythm
peaking with a ventricular stimulation
a tricuspid valve squeezing swiftly
pumping life into collapsing lungs
flickering light into a newborn baby's eye
rainbow feathers twinkling through a shadowy sunrise
floating lustrous and lighter than air
a robin's egg bluer than a Caribbean horizon
waves humming the shore into a sandy trance
as baby turtles swim towards a turquoise sea
or sitting atop a sturdy branch
overlooking a radiant redwood tree
yellow flowers demi-pointe their petals below her trunk
as tangling branches reach for a starlit sky
crickets sing a sonata to ambassadors of another age
how an opus of prismatic motion
tumbles below a swirling cloudy sky
while miniscule concertos humming
but a riddle rotating in an ebony abyss.
Categories:
beautiful, creation, imagination, stars,
SHAPE OF THINGS
Clouds of fleeting cotton lump
Tire in making changing shape
Tell wind stop blowing squally across sky
Its face would adorn shining golden lines
As cold sun sinks beneath skyline remote.
The last rays paint old leaf tan
In summer heat the face curls
As the shape of youth crushes within dry
In fall wind it blows away from the stem
Tree wishes spring to usher in the green.
Lean buds open their dry eyes
See petal shape blissful bloom
In flowers soaking colors from spring air
Share hue of butterflies from sunset sky
Until the shape of splendor wilts forlorn.
My aloneness walks with me
Towards you my silver moon
Its shadow sinks in my fading footprints
It would pace till I reach you shadowless
You will see me close in shape of silence.
Life weaves mazes of patterns
Its shape of things is ordained.
Written : March 10, 2018.
March 18, 2020
Strand No. 700, Any Form, Any Theme of Brian Strand
Categories:
shape, analogy, change, imagery, life,
~Enjoy~
(Jesus Tears)
Love
Enjoy
Take a pause
And spare moment
Breathe in deep that's how
Just take time now
See beauty
Around
You
Smell
Flowers
Enjoy all
Beauty you see
Find peace in your soul
Appreciate all
The goodness
You may
Find
When
In doubt
Just seek God
Reach out to Him
Treasures in Heaven
Wait there for you
Meanwhile love
Enjoy
Life.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2013
February.18.2016
~Author's notes:
The "Jesus Tears" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter,
aka Ladydp2000.
Categories:
beauty, blessing, life, love,
~Spring Song~
( The Tree)
Spring
Is here
One more time
All hearts rejoice
Flowers bloom come out
Trees get new leaves renew
Springs so very beautiful
Butterflies dance birds fly soar sing
S
P
R
I
N
G
IS HERE
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
February.03.2016
~Author's Notes:
" The Tree" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000 on September.20.2009.
Categories:
beautiful, bird, butterfly, flower,
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Trail Of Flowers
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: June/2015
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A
trail
of
flowers -
In
all colors
shapes
and
sizes -
Life
is
beautiful-
Categories:
flower, love,