Flowers Tanka Poems | Examples
These Flowers Tanka poems are examples of Tanka poems about Flowers. These are the best examples of Tanka Flowers poems written by international poets.
A gurgling brook
Surrounded by large oak trees
Flowers everywhere
And a blanket for the ground
Best picnic place ever found!
Glass vial brimming
with distilled desire waiting
to be vaporized
on warm skin to fire the want
with scent of blooming flowers
Hollow taint remains
a genie swirls from the rub
whiff evaporates
hope lingers in the remnants
of what the genie scent sang
an almost autumn
scene unfolds outside window....
purple flowers bloom
yellow butterflies flit fast
mexican petunias wave
occasionally birds
come into view and hummers....
brown rabbit nibbles plants
a break in the fence somewhere
small animals enter there
summer swiftly flies
soon cooler nights, drier air....
hummers migrate south
mexican petunias die
birds at feeders seen outside
autumn tints garden
flushed flowers wither and fall
they return in spring
to sapling of yearning heart
life blooms with luster of love
petals of roses
waft patina in spring air
like hue of your luscious lips
quiver with my longing lilt
unsaid words float in fragrance
mist melts from blue sky
buds burst colors in garden
air wafts floral scent
enthralled by surreal scene
beauty of spring beguiles me
A red wine stain stays
seared into the wooden grain —
the table keeps watch
how their laughter filled the room
last time they were together
Jellybeans loiter
on the shelf in cookie jar
I wish none remained —
better emptiness than this
waiting for sweet that's hollow
Perfume on pillows,
a scent that's too strong at times
still wafts through the air —
sometimes the scent warms the room
often it dampens the mood
Burn marks scar the trays
where scones were baked lovingly
await scraper's blade —
to erase fond memories
of toppings with jam and cream
Much-loved song lies poised
in the player seldom used
my choice, not hers now —
ready to play her music
to ignite the glow we shared
No flowers drying
only books she left behind —
in the bookcases
that still cups the curve of hands
that held them by candlelight
Mailbox yawns empty
no letters, no messages
no texts, likes on screens —
she deleted her accounts
no one home, got no reply
So much left to clean
to pack, stack, clean and carry
yet I leave it still —
for the mess is a mirror
that keeps her ghost in the room
nothing seems to last
flowers weep faded petals
a faint scent lingers
once blooming in bright color
my poems have lost their appeal
emotions wither
wilted words whirl in the wind
bereft of beauty
I strive to remain rooted
hoping for droplets of love
Eileen Manassian
Sweet snowdrop bells ring!
The violets are coming
Days are chanting spring.
Crimson camelias call
from dreams near the garden wall.
Gold sun fields await
rich tulips of tomorrow!
Lily's never late.
Then pansies' pink faces greet
blue roses across the street.
a bush that flowers
with sweet tart berries in June
great for jams and pies ~
grandma made juneberry jam
when a little girl . . . I helped
Misty roses, red
with pink haze, orange lilies;
Lilac promenade.
Purple pansies on the porch,
dusk soon to carry the torch.
'At last' roses, peach
chocolate cosmos, shrouded,
Yellow daisies smile.
Gardens loved to distraction,
yet hold a strong attraction.
Blue irises, blurred
and black cherry carnations,
near green hydrangeas.
Subdued belles wear nature's veil
in hued dawn, of small detail.
Melaleuca tree
so beautiful white flowers
not tea that we drink
the alternifolia
Australian tea tree for oil
He shall be a bee
Hovering round all of me.
A field of flowers
Petals flying all around,
As he collects my nectar.
Beautiful flowers
in a vase, reflecting love,
light up life with joy:-
Nature, giving life to life,
messaging human nature:-
GOD'S FLOWERS
We're not buds of war,
we're the flowers of God,
scented with his love.
The world is God's garden.
We must fruit it with world peace:-
Tulips of morning
just waked from amaranth dreams,
meet glittering sun.
Dogwood rose opens redly
Pink dawn's jewel shines steady.
Beautiful flowers
respond to warmth's mute caress!
They're a dream come true
in varicolored versions
'ere dusk dreams, in beds again!
weeping on a lea
speaking in sotto voce
I am the spring rain...
whispering to the flowers
murmuring soft to the trees