Flower Villanelle Poems | Examples
These Flower Villanelle poems are examples of Villanelle poems about Flower. These are the best examples of Villanelle Flower poems written by international poets.
White trumpets rise, a silent, stark decree,
Their waxy bells, a whisper in the air,
Calla lilies, born of purity.
A single stem, a graceful embassy,
Where light and shade in subtle hues compare,
White trumpets rise, a silent, stark decree.
Their petals hold a promise, calm and free,
Of beauty born, a fragrance soft and rare,
Calla lilies, born of purity.
No thorns, no prickles, just a smooth decree,
They stand aloof, a silent, silent prayer,
White trumpets rise, a silent, stark decree.
In fields of green, a whisper of the sea,
Their ivory forms, a vision to declare,
Calla lilies, born of purity.
They speak of grace, of peace, and harmony,
A gentle touch, a whisper in the air,
White trumpets rise, a silent, stark decree,
Calla lilies, born of purity.
In gardens fair, where colors bloom,
Petunias dance in whispered grace,
Their vibrant hues dispel the gloom.
With petals soft as velvet plume,
They weave a tale of love's embrace,
In gardens fair, where colors bloom.
In golden light, their beauty looms,
A symphony of charm and space,
Their vibrant hues dispel the gloom.
Amidst the breeze, they gently groom,
Each delicate curve, each fragile lace,
In gardens fair, where colors bloom.
They banish shadows, chase the doom,
Their essence, a divine solace,
Their vibrant hues dispel the gloom.
Oh, petunias, in sweet perfume,
Your presence, a celestial trace,
In gardens fair, where colors bloom,
Your vibrant hues dispel the gloom.
I have been called a hippy dippy;
Transient, I travel when I can,
to me mellow flow is so groovy;
Traveling from city to city,
that flower child who lives in a van;
I have been called a hippy dippy;
My spirit’s always been a gypsy;
With a tie dyed hand sign it began,
to me mellow flow is so groovy;
Cliche’ but I’m known to hug a tree,
nature is my hallucinogen;
I have been called a hippy dippy;
On the water I drift dreamily
aboard a laid back catamaran,
to me mellow flow is so groovy;
So chill unrefined far out at sea;
Ya dig? I’m all about peace man;
I have been called a hippy dippy,
to me mellow flow is so groovy.
Zinnia Jazz called at the daybreak of Spring
The bees buzzed "how on earth does your garden grow?"
And the fresh season tapped in time with a zing
Bearing trowels and soil, the green fingered sing
With love and Godspeed where the sun is aglow
Zinnia Jazz called at the daybreak of Spring
Butterflies fluttered a tune with a soft swing
Circling to watch seedlings, raise their bows below
And the fresh season tapped in time with a zing
I ponder the music this blessing may bring
Nurturing my floral scores to sprout and grow
Zinnia Jazz called at the daybreak of Spring
To yield classic creations - I know one thing
It’s good to have a skilled gardener in tow
And the fresh season tapped in time with a zing
Summer opened the performance with a fling
Where arrays of rich colours and great heights flow
Zinnia Jazz called at the daybreak of Spring
And the fresh season tapped in time with a zing
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
I'm drawn to this bouquet; I am left so madly.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
Happiest are these thoughts deliberately construed.
Winter taking them from my core destroys me, sadly.
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
Purple pillars of violently swaying happiness imbue
So I harvest them as fast as I can, enjoying them gladly.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
After such a long time between blossoms, histories accrued.
I waited patiently for their replacement, so very badly.
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
I felt the truest of forlorn, nearly left lifelessly blued.
Springtime rain brought them back to my welcoming hands, comradely.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
Once I found eyes on them, new happiness did exude.
Replenishing their hearts energy regrown in me
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
Trumpet vines, in tangerine and cherry,
Softly whisper to those souls who know –
bell shaped blooms, so bright and merry.
Morning glories in purple, blue and berry,
Delicate beauties perfect as a rainbow,
Trumpet vines, in tangerine and cherry,
Mountain laurels, blushing shy as January,
Colors of pink sigh in their ghostly glow,
bell shaped blooms, so bright and merry.
Lily of the valley, pristine white to marry,
Flowers so gentle, much like the willow.
Trumpet vines, in tangerine and cherry,
Bells of Ireland in green like the military,
Capture the gaze of every calm meadow.
bell shaped blooms, so bright and merry.
Fairy bells, bluebells and foxglove – carry
Their warmth, even melting winter’s snow,
Trumpet vines, in tangerine and cherry,
bell shaped blooms, so bright and merry.
Whispers
Listen to the whispers in the winds,
In the rolling waves of the wildflower on the hills,
Where poppies dance and flaunt their golden colors.
Hear the musical chirp of the little birds,
Enjoying the vast yellow mustard fields,
Listen to the whispers in the winds,
Spring has arrived with flowers in vivid colors,
Hummingbird forever whispers and hovers on the daffodils,
Where poppies dance and flaunt their golden colors.
The delicate pink lily magnolia scatters her petals in the winds,
It is a red petal beauty bestowed on trees and land,
Listen to the whispers in the winds.
The charming Monarch butterfly, adorned with painted wings, kissing flowers,
She must be whispering her silent music on milkweed wildflower in spring,
Where poppies dance and flaunt their golden colors.
All the spring splendor does not only show in day lights,
Hear the nightingale serenade her music on cherry blossoms trees in moonlit starry nights,
Listen to the whispers in the winds,
Where poppies dance and flaunt their golden colors.
When I stand in the woods amidst the trees
My vibrant head ablaze with copper red
They come to me, I am one with the bees
Circled by buzzing right down to my knees
Here for my genes not ones made of thread
When I stand in the woods amidst the trees
Bursting with self produced vitamin D's
Thinking perhaps I am flower instead
They come to me, I am one with the bees
In the grace if the forests wistful breeze
I bumble along to where they've been led
When I stand in the woods amidst the trees
Slowly I crouch down to leaves where I freeze
Striped black and yellow, I'm still in their stead
They come to me, I am one with the bees
Truly no times more uplifting than these
Drawn to strand petals atop my red head
When I stand in the woods amidst the trees
They come to me, I am one with the bees
I read bees are attracted to redheads, possibly think they are a flower. A nice thought...
Asian sun rises from the east
Rose seeds beneath the fence
For these petals are released
The perfumed smell of the rose lingers
The scene is hailed by the divine
Asian sun rises from the east
Although the rose has passed
Its impression will remain
For these petals are released
Death has come and the rose withers
No other like it will be spotted
Asian sun rises from the east
The rose has moved on to another place
Tunnel of light is iridescent
For these petals are released
The Sun sets in the West
The rose is laid to rest
Asian sun rises from the east
For these petals are released
In my row of bushes remains one rose
not wilted yet nearby the garden bed -
Last rose of fall in beautiful repose.
Roses tend to perish when chill wind blows.
Her sister roses vanished in her stead.
In my row of bushes remains one rose.
Her ruby petals still unfurled she shows
although long days of cozy warmth have fled.
Last rose of fall in beautiful repose!
Although each fall day swiftly comes and goes
and soon to winter Autumn shall be wed,
in my row of bushes remains one rose.
It rains a bit. Sometimes it even snows.
It seems as if this flower has no dread -
last rose of fall in beautiful repose.
It won’t be long now as the coldness grows
all blossoms everywhere here will be dead.
In my row of bushes remains one rose -
Last rose of fall in beautiful repose.
Nov. 16, 2022
For the Third-Person Villanelle Poetry Contest of L MILTON HANKINS
Bluebonnet, bluebonnet, blooming anew
Proudly and loudly, your entrance you make,
Infant of nature asplash in the dew.
Brighting the day as you burst into view
Fresh as the sunrise, delight of daybreak
Bluebonnet, bluebonnet, blooming anew.
Fair in a fairy-tale fantasy you
Beam as the morningtide beckons you wake
Infant of nature asplash in the dew.
Profits aplenty, your faultings are few;
Yielding and modest , no credit you take.
Bluebonnet, bluebonnet, blooming anew.
Dancing, romancing, admirers to woo,
Though winsome compliment words to forsake
Infant of nature asplash in the dew.
So now in the brilliant hue of your blue
Out in the meadow alongside the lake
Bluebonnet, bluebonnet, blooming anew
Infant of nature asplash in the dew.
Spring heralds wellness of natural glow
Creation zest birthing bud, bulb and bloom
Wondrously greeting with hope-filled hello.
Highlighting beauty of garden tableau
Designed by the Lord Who overcomes gloom
Spring heralds wellness of natural glow.
While welcoming abundant blessings’ flow
Spring birds chirp in glad symphony costume
Wondrously greeting with hope-filled hello.
Cascading crystals conquer crisis’ woe
As abundant harvests waft blessings boom
Spring heralds wellness of natural glow.
Flower terraces in radiant show
Bring cheer midst daffodils and lilacs’ zoom
Wondrously greeting with hope-filled hello.
Enthralled by grace-delights hearts can’t outgrow
Grateful that God restores* to vanquish doom
Spring heralds wellness of natural glow
Wondrously greeting with hope-filled hello.
*Psalm 23:3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
May 5, 2022
1st place, "Springtime Villanelle" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 5/6/2022.
Let’s go frolic on the landscape of spring
And relish jubilant nature’s beauty
That satiates our glorious wondering.
Exuding brightness from its paths that bring
Showers of bliss in limitless bounty
Let’s go frolic on the landscape of spring.
Bellowing songs of insects and birds ring
Thanking God’s love and graces aplenty
While flower-trees raise their hands, adoring.
Dragonflies and bees swirl around like string
As we twirl, butterflies play…so pretty!
Let’s all frolic on the landscape of spring.
Floral vines boast on high walls, all flaring
And balmy breeze drops petals-confetti
Catch them under the sunray’s offering.
View from the hill the clear lake’s mirroring
The rainbow colors with large quantity
Let’s all frolic on the landscape of spring
That satiates our glorious wondering.
May 3, 2022 1.52pm
Springtime Villanelle
Contest Judged: 5/6/2022 11:07:00 AM
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Place 4 (only the last w)
Hues of joy reveal the gentle touch of spring
Brilliant smiles of tulips and daffodils so bright
Whispering sensations of pleasure only flowers bring
Dancing to the glow of a lemony sunshine, worshiping
The Creator of hearts and souls, the hope, the light
Hues of joy reveal the gentle touch of spring
Grace brings the wonder of faith more alive than anything
His love rains down with feeling, passion bound to excite
Whispering sensations of pleasure only flowers bring
Laughing colors so beautiful they almost sing
Shadowing reflections with feelings that will unite
Hues of joy reveal the gentle touch of spring
Tender leaves bud as eager petals sway and swing
Blowing kisses against the stardust dreams of the night
Whispering sensations of pleasure only flowers bring
His wonderous brush paints silently, as He is king
There comes the time of appreciation for His insight
Hues of joy reveal the gentle touch of spring
Whispering sensations of pleasure only flowers bring
Springtime Villanelle Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
April 12, 2022
Spring adds a fragrant freshness to the air
as earthy aromas waft 'neath the snow;
and sunlight melts away Winter's despair.
Daffodils contribute color and flare;
and as balmy breezes bashfully blow,
Spring adds a fragrant freshness to the air.
Snowdrifts dwindle to patches barely there;
and frozen rivers once more start to flow,
as sunlight melts away Winter's despair.
Wildflowers start sprouting up everywhere;
and as snowdrops, tulips and crocus grow,
Spring adds a fragrant freshness to the air
The land no longer looks so bleak and bare;
on tawny trees, green buds begin to show,
as sunlight melts away Winter's despair.
A treat to the senses, scented and rare;
bell-shaped lily-of-the-valley hangs low.
Spring adds a fragrant freshness to the air;
as sunlight melts away Winter's despair.