Poems About Flowers That Will Make You Fascinated
Poems about flowers that will make you fascinated. We can’t get enough floral photography, but we also love to read beautiful poetry and prose about flowers and nature.
In just a few powerful words, our mind creates its own image and invigorates our senses, whisking us away to that endless flower field or basking in the sun with our hands in the garden.
There’s something so intimate about letting our imaginations run freely after diving into a poem, so we wanted to share our favourite flower poetry with you.
Hopefully, these beautiful words inspire your own imagination and possibly a poem of your own!
1. A Wreath
A wreathèd garland of deservèd praise,
Of praise deservèd, unto Thee I give,
I give to Thee, who knowest all my ways,
My crooked winding ways, wherein I live,—
Wherein I die, not live ; for life is straight,
Straight as a line, and ever tends to Thee,
To Thee, who art more far above deceit,
Than deceit seems above simplicity.
Give me simplicity, that I may live,
So live and like, that I may know Thy ways,
Know them and practise them: then shall I give
For this poor wreath, give Thee a crown of praise.
– Poem by George Herbert’s
2. I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed – and gazed – but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
– Poem by William Wordsworth
The Flower That Smiles Today
To-morrow dies;
All that we wish to stay
Tempts and then flies.
What is this world’s delight?
Lightning that mocks the night,
Brief even as bright.
Virtue, how frail it is!
Friendship how rare!
Love, how it sells poor bliss
For proud despair!
But we, though soon they fall,
Survive their joy, and all
Which ours we call.Whilst skies are blue and bright,
Whilst flowers are gay,
Whilst eyes that change ere night
Make glad the day;
Whilst yet the calm hours creep,
Dream thou—and from thy sleep
Then wake to weep.
– Poem by Percy Shelley
4. The Flower
Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.To and fro they went
Thro’ my garden-bower,
And muttering discontent
Curs’d me and my flower.Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o’er the wall
Stole the seed by night.Sow’d it far and wide
By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,
‘Splendid is the flower.’Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a weed.
– Poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
5. The Lent Lily
’Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The primroses are found.And there’s the windflower chilly
With all the winds at play,
And there’s the Lenten lily
That has not long to stay
And dies on Easter day.And since till girls go maying
You find the primrose still,
And find the windflower playing
With every wind at will,
But not the daffodil,Bring baskets now, and sally
Upon the spring’s array,
And bear from hill and valley
The daffodil away
That dies on Easter day.
– Poem by A. E. Housman
6. Tall Nettles
Tall nettles cover up, as they have done
These many springs, the rusty harrow, the plough
Long worn out, and the roller made of stone:
Only the elm butt tops the nettles now.This corner of the farmyard I like most:
As well as any bloom upon a flower
I like the dust on the nettles, never lost
Except to prove the sweetness of a shower.
– Poem by Edward Thomas
7. Flower Gathering
I LEFT you in the morning,
And in the morning glow,
You walked a way beside me
To make me sad to go.
Do you know me in the gloaming,
Gaunt and dusty grey with roaming?
Are you dumb because you know me not,
Or dumb because you know?All for me? And not a question
For the faded flowers gay
That could take me from beside you
For the ages of a day?
They are yours, and be the measure
Of their worth for you to treasure,
The measure of the little while
That I’ve been long away.
– Poem by Robert Frost
8. Flowers
Some men never think of it.
You did. You’d come along
And say you’d nearly brought me flowers
But something had gone wrong.The shop was closed. Or you had doubts –
The sort that minds like ours
Dream up incessantly. You thought
I might not want your flowers.It made me smile and hug you then.
Now I can only smile.
But, look, the flowers you nearly brought
Have lasted all this while.
– Poem by Wendy Cope
9. The Rose
The lily has a smooth stalk,
Will never hurt your hand;
But the rose upon her brier
Is lady of the land.There’s sweetness in an apple tree,
And profit in the corn;
But lady of all beauty
Is a rose upon a thorn.When with moss and honey
She tips her bending brier,
And half unfolds her glowing heart,
She sets the world on fire.
-Poem by Christina Rossetti
10. To the Flowers
Bright little day stars
Scattered all over the earth,
Ye drape the house of mourning
And ye deck the hall of mirth.Ye are gathered to grace the ballroom,
Ye are borne to the house of prayer,
Ye wither upon the snowy shroud,
Ye fade in the bride’s jeweled hair.Ye are relics of bygone ages,
From Eden inherited,
To gladden the homes of the living,
And mourn on the graves of the dead.
– Poems by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
11. Nature’s Way
Is there anything as tranquil
As a brightly glowing jonquil
That stands in sweet serenity,
A part of nature’s tapestry?A flower that never questions why,
The rivers flow and birds will fly,
Content to fill part of the plan,
To beautify the world of man.If we would only realize
We, too, can help to glorify,
To find within each passing day
A happiness along the way.A loving hug or cheerful smile
Can help to make a life worthwhile.
If all would lend a helping hand,
We soon would have a world so grand.– Poem by Alora M. Knight
12. Crimson Rose
A sign of beauty,
A symbol of grace.
Its pride runs strong
At a very fast pace.It’s wild like a wolf,
It’s gentle like the breeze,
And it has a burning honour.
It’s not eager to please.But carelessness pays.
It is armed with thorns.
It’ll laugh while you’re bleeding
As your skin gets torn.It is loved worldwide,
But don’t be fooled by its pose.
It holds ancient, dark secrets.
Beware of the Crimson Rose.
– Poem by Sylvia Winters
13. Speechless Messages
A flower exudes
Flush of fragrance
When trampled over.Mother Earth
Bears on her breast
Assaults
Of the spade, the rake, the plough.The sun pours
Light and life
Into all living things
But suffers self-burning.The cloudy sky
On a wintry night
Lets lightning
Cut open its breast
To shoot a spark of light
For a lost traveler.Supple trees
Weather storms
But the stiff ones
Measure the ground.Soft grass
Squeezes underneath
But springs back
When feet are gone.Darkness of night
Dryness of winter
Have followers in
Brightness of the smiling sun
And richness of the sweet spring.
– Poem by Vijay Vishal
Our fascination with flowers is not only because of their colour, scent, and shape.
But also because of what they symbolize.
We often share them as an expression or symbol of our love, best wishes, or sympathy.
Regardless of our specific intentions, sharing flowers lets others know that we care about them and are thinking of them.
We do hope you had a good read about flowers through the poems. Visit our website for more poems and exciting books.
