Flower Simile Poems | Examples
These Flower Simile poems are examples of Simile poems about Flower. These are the best examples of Simile Flower poems written by international poets.
Like a flower that wilts,
Like a tower on stilts,
This life's just a vapour,
Bite the dust, time scraper,
Like the fall of Eden,
Like the call of Big Ben,
Time hurries rapidly,
Life scurries vapidly,
Like a wave that abates,
Like the grave that awaits,
The dew soon disappears,
Milky moon slowly clears,
Like a leaf decaying,
Like belief that's swaying,
Wax wings are temporal,
Good things ephemeral.
24th February 2023
For "Inspired by Robert Frost's Nothing Gold Can Stay" contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
I see you honey bee
on humming erratic flight
on route to the garden bed
crash-landing on petals bright
burying head first into a flower
tumbling in the pollen white
vibrating noisily with purpose
then launching out with pollen tight
weighed down with your sweet cargo
buzzing loudly in delight
9 August 2022
In my meadow the scent of spring ripples in air,
I see the dance of patina on dainty petals of daisy,
unfurling with the touch of dawn’s spectrum,
like your hazel eyes out of the trance of dream.
The flowers blossom in chromatic charisma of joy,
look up to the sunburst pallet of the seamless sky,
the essence is suffused with splendorous sparkle,
painting pristine portrait of your of surreal beauty .
As the satin night showers the silver tinsels,
floating in the mystique miasma of moonbeam,
I descry the sparkling sky descend in my garden,
you shine with sapphire hue as sprouting stars.
The celestial charm of golden glow,
pulsates in my heart with enticing rhythm,
that radiates the luring luster of exultation
from the core of fair petals of your floral face.
Pining for the embrace of your radiant purity
I make my yearning an ornate vase,
place a bunch of blooming buds,
that flower you for me as fresh as a daisy.
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July 30, 2022
Contest : Simile
Sposnored by : Hilo Poet
I liken a beautiful poem to a sweet-smelling rose
Somehow it roots in the heart, and there it stays,
Word to word, line by line -- it rhythmically grows
Like the tall rose vine in the gentle wind, it sways
Slowly, but surely, it encourages emotional flows.
written April 6, 2022
submitted to "Bite Size No. 42" poetry contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
A poem can be many things
Something that match
Like flowers blossoming
That soothe your eyes
With colours that are describing
Something that resemble
Like sunshine and stars
That brighten up your world
With light rays that are bombastic
Something that speak
Like running water
That voices out your heart
With sounds that are not silent
Something that run wild
Like an imagery world
That grants you every wish
With every possibility that may
not exist in the real world
Grass flowers #florets
Glistened with dew
Every time I see I loosen my heart over you
This Spunky lil elf
costless but worthy enough for grass itself
You are the first florets I learnt to draw
No less than daisy to ignore
Hearts they have is shining gold
Petals they hold are pure as peace
Peeping just above the ground
In the Meadows green it’s found
Complementing my flower requires an endless supply of words,
In her gorgeousness, I wish words were as fair as I want them to be.
Give me Moses stick or Aladdin's lamp to make the wishes true or to become the magician of earth, throwing spells at my favorite paints to make them her realities, give it to me even just for a minute and I promise I will share a portion of her love to fill all the gaps left by the loved ones.
Give me the perfection of Argerich's hands, the flexibility of M.Jackson, the intelligence of Hawking, the vision of Gogh, the knowledge of Newton, the wisdom of Gandhi, the spirit of Madiba, combined all together and perhaps I will give you a hint of her glamour.
I awake, inhaling life like a toddler encountering her first flower.
I continue, devouring life like some teens with all-you-can-eat pizza.
I retire, exhaling life in release like a belt post Thanksgiving’s meal.
January 8, 2020
Where art thou, Muse? I seek inspiration!
I have endured your absence for too long:
restore to me the gift of creation
once more, that I may sing a new, gay song.
When you return I'll feel great elation,
for as my muse you can never do wrong
or cause the source of my dislocation;
when you arrive my distress won't prolong.
As afflatus returns, this disrepair
of Parnassus will lose its unsure sway,
and the decrease of my written despair
shall blossom on this particular day,
like the Flower that's both lovely and fair
as this fresh sonnet lives and has its way.
09 December 2019
beads of dew;
silver pearls
a b o u n d
stubbornly clinging
to spider webs
silently
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n
g
down
window panes
after rainfall
their traces,
c o n t r a i l s in the sky
s i l e n c e
broken
as they
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p
into
a puddle,
and into
the thirsty soil;
they s l i d e off
lotus leaves,
flower petals
and r o l l
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n
blades of grass,
roofs;
e x p l o d i n g
as they pelt
concrete,
breaking silence
once again.
Oh, it floats, like hope!
Tasting the flower's nectar
Small thing of wonder
Hovers carefree like a cloud
Wings flickering dazzlingly
Date written and posted: 07/13/2017
All thorns seek turning toward the white cloud
To bloom in some green blue and pink flower
And feel the touch of human black eyes loud
Or become leaves moistened in the shower
So do sinners as their compensation
To look like the blue sky and smile likewise
But to most it is a remote ocean
A few can get those crystals of peace ice
This way some may be like Saint Teresa
Others remain both a saint and sinner
As dictated by their amygdala
Some seek healing some himself a healer
We are amalgams of sinner and saint
A black and orange in an image quaint
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28/10/2016
The romantic hut
Sights holding
As from a bud
Flower blooming
Smell spreading,
For the beauty
Birds are singing,
Butterflies dancing
Saying it is spring,
It is spring,
Come all out of door,
Have a tour,
Sing a tone for life,
Life is nice, rich,
All are wealthy,
No one is poor,
Help one another
To be really happy.
You caught my eye, a delicate rose budding in the garden
And like the proverbial bee...
I pursued love's blossoming flower.
Sunny days helped the bloom to grow
Nurtured by the warmth of hearts close together...
Sharing the sprinkles of kisses, laughter, and good times.
Matured in the ceremony of becoming one
We joined ever so completely in God's infinite plan...
The new seedling planted for tomorrow.
Now the bloom has taken form
Beautiful as ever, it remains the most precious of flowers...
Around which we have adorned the centerpiece of our time together.
In my book of life, your love is carefully pressed between the pages
Each petal exquisitely preserved...
Like the day you caught my eye.
My Only Flame
Love, like fire, is all-consuming,
And forever should be blooming.
Endless courtship is not a game.
As we watch each year’s seasons turn,
My torch for you will ever burn.
No regrets giving you my name.
You always will my soul inspire,
Forever be my one desire--
My first and last and only flame.
Originally posted in June 2014