Flowers Verse Poems | Examples
These Flowers Verse poems are examples of Verse poems about Flowers. These are the best examples of Verse Flowers poems written by international poets.
You still cherish
that rag doll from your childhood.
As if you never grew up.
When you change the water in the vase,
lightly stroking the lily stems,
I am moved…
You always bloom when surrounded by flowers.
And when we lie side by side
for eternity, half-immersed in sadness,
it seems to me that life is not to be taken
too seriously.
the towers burned -
billows roiling and twisting
into azure
an oily, angry monster to
thrash the morn
consuming two flowers of steel
raping a world of its
innocence ...
the petals fell -
colors fluttering
in the balmy breath of
late summer …
precious petals, rich with
limbs and lives and
loves, that plunged the sunny
splendor, screaming
turning earth to
crimson ...
the heavens wept -
poisoned tears
of mad malice, careless caliphates
crying ashen sin from
a foreign sky -
shrouding a free world,
brought to its knees … where it
found its greatest
strength.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
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Whitish and woolike
Hanging in the air and clinging to the sky
Flying across the mountains high above our heads
Come in different shapes and sizes, appearances and states
From groups of sheep to clusters of flowers
From overlapping surfs to puffs of smoke
All deceiving your eyes
As a sudden rain will come like fate
May the rising sun warm your path,
And the whispering leaves sing wisdom to your mind.
May the waters flow clear with peace,
And the oak stand steadfast beside you.
May Awen inspire your heart,
As flowers unfold gracefully and joyfully.
Let the morning greet you with renewal and strength.
May your journey forever be guided by gentle light
And purpose!
It is 'late summer' and autumn is very close ~
maple trees are watching their leaves flutter
away . . . in a great wave of 'gold'.
Flowers fading ~
bees and wasps swarm dizzy,
the wind whispers soft beauty to my soul
and the sun still shines bright above.
I watch neighborhood children jumping in the leaves,
and the squirrels gather them to line nests
and cardinals look for berries.
'Memory' drifts,
'remember' . . . is a thing I do often,
of the park where I played as a child.
Leaves danced with me swirling and whirling,
Chinese 'lanterns' ~
turned bright orange in hedges
I 'hope' my years left in life~ brings me such memories.
Am I not you
the reflection
of your colors
in my water
as you dance
in a garden
veiled by night
where the flowers
have no odor
and are bright
fireflies
of neon
lights
and you say it’s me
crimson stained
by the blood
you have shed
greyed by tears
of the innocent
you misled
as you sparkle
in your stolen
golden wealth
I the hypocrite
the murderer
the thief
a mirage
water colored
of your desert
left unwashed
by God's grace
mercy unasked
in your eyes
you stay perfect
I the villain
shadow
unwanted
reflection
of your mind
God gave us this creation
To see the sun that awakens us
To see the trees that grow as we are
To see the clouds that float with lightness
To see the birds fly with freedom
The flowers fill our days with color
God gave us this creation
with strong mountains to see and climb
Rivers that flow and ignite energy
Calm lakes, quietness amd open fields
God gave us this creation
to walk wooded paths into peace
Find places to sit and relax
An abundance of things wait,
for us to see, experience and enjoy
All of it to flourish in our souls
All of it is a gift to cherish and be grateful
Heidi Sands
9/9/26
(C)opyright
God gave us this creation
To see the sun that awakens us
To see the trees that grow as we are
To see the clouds that float with lightness
To see the birds fly with freedom
The flowers fill our days with color
God gave us this creation
with strong mountains to see and climb
Rivers that flow and ignite energy
Calm lakes, quietness amd open fields
Butterflies and lightening bugs
So many things to brighten the days
God gave us this creation
to walk wooded paths into peace
Find places to sit and relax
An abundance of things wait,
for us to see, experience and enjoy
All of it to flourish in our souls
All of it is a gift to cherish and be grateful
Heidi Sands
9/9/26
(C)opyright
A pretty sunny day can start off with white fluffy clouds,
the bright blue sky becomes the big backdrop.
I love to sit and watch the white fluffy clouds,
as they dance across the bright blue sky.
Many times as I watch,
I see zoo animals walking by.
Then the thunder sounds off,
like a canon across the sky.
The day is going from pretty to dark,
is rain about to come in for a visit?
As the peaceful wind starts to pick up,
the birds fly to hide.
It has been hot and dry here,
everything needs a bath and a cool drink.
The flowers and trees welcome the rain,
as the pitter patter starts.
Come down slow they seem to say,
make the rain last for awhile.
Flowers fade, and leaves tumble, twirl ~
they fall fragile whirling, dancing, drifting.
Red, russet, glimmering gold,
death's decay beautiful, still, silent.
Wind whispers, birds trill, tweet,
branches broken, groan, moan mournful.
Cold crisp nights, days a warm welcome.
Traffic buzzing, racing and jamming brakes
People bustling on sidewalks and streets
Noise with everything, rushing, except for lines waiting
Voices, horns, a blur of activity all around
Then, there is the ride to return home
Empty road, widespread fields, open land
Mountain views with rivers and bright flowers
Peace settles in as my mind clears and heart slows
- It feels like heaven all around -
Heidi Sands
9/2/26
(C)opyright
OF DRIED AND TIRED SEEDS
Having failed
To turn
Our vineyard
Into a graveyard
Of raisins in sun,
They now
Seek to pluck away,
Ripe black plums
To grave the soil
With wrinkled,
Laden prunes:-
(Guess
they
failed
the
watermeleon
lesson):
Earthly green;
Blood-red flesh;
Multiple black seeds:-
Indeed, we are
Children of
The Father
Of the sun
And the Son:
Fertilized
And energized
By the
Cosmic spirit–
Resurrecting
Generations
Of dried
And tried seeds–
Germinating
Liberated
Blooming
Freedom flowers
In the sun:
Bouqueting
Thanks
To the
Son:-
My dog and I took a ride
A beautiful, bright, sunny day
Bold blue sky was decorated with white clouds,
floating above the green farm land
The temperature was perfect
We were free as the wind upon our faces
I visited a sweet candy shop with penny candy
We walked by yellow and purple flowers
The two of us made the best of it
Peace, quiet and calming solitude
Both of us happy, riding along
A ride to keep in memory now
No stress, not a worry, just smiles
My companion, so smart, so happy,
filled with endless unconditional love
A ride through life and nothing else mattered
Heidi Sands
8/29/26
(C)opyright
OF DRIED AND TIRED SEEDS
Having failed
To turn
Our vineyard
Into a graveyard
Of raisins in sun,
They now
Seek to pluck away,
Ripe black plums
To grave the soil
With wrinkled,
Laden prunes:-
(Guess
they
failed
the
watermeleon
lesson):
Earthly green;
Blood-red flesh;
Multiple black seeds:-
Indeed, we are
Children of
The Father
Of the sun
And the Son:
Fertilized
And energized
By the
Cosmic spirit–
Resurrecting
Generations
Of dried
And tried seeds–
Germinating
Liberated
Blooming
Freedom flowers
In the sun:
Bouqueting
Thanks
To the
Son:-
A bottle lies on the shoreline,
its glass warmed by the sun~
a small, bright world enclosed,
quiet as a thought the tide returned.
A lighthouse rises on its ridge.
Below it,
a sailboat drifts
toward a beach of flowers and quiet shells.
Sand dollars gleam like soft coins
the tide has chosen not to spend.
Everything inside the bottle
leans toward the open world.
I pick it up, sunlight bending
through glass, through water, through time~
and for a moment the beach, the ridge,
the drifting boat all breathe with me.