Poems about Flowers

Welcome to our webpage of Poems about Flowers that are for your enjoyment and pleasure of the beautiful flowers that bring so much beauty to this wonderful planet we inhabit.That tell us of the arrival of the different seasons and remind us of all the colours of the spectrum. These are free for you to use for non commercial purpose.

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Poems about Flowers

GRANDMA'S FLOWERS
Each time I go to Grandma's place to spend some summer hours,
She lets me pick a big bouquet of pretty garden flowers.
I've learned the names of almost all the flowers Grandma grows
Carnation, iris, pansy, phlox, petunia, and rose.
The sweet pea is my favorite it has a lovely smell.
The flower Grandma likes the best is Canterbury bell.
I think my Grandma's wonderful and hope that when I'm grown,
I'll have a "green thumb" just like hers and flowers of my own.
Pauline S.Walker

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GODS GARDEN

THE Lord God planted a garden
In the first white days of the world,
And He set there an angel warden
In a garment of light enfurled.
So near to the peace of Heaven,
That the hawk might nest with the wren,
For there in the cool of the even
God walked with the first of men.
And I dream that these garden-closes
With their shade and their sun-flecked sod
And their lilies and bowers of roses,
Were laid by the hand of God.
The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth,
One is nearer God's heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.
For He broke it for us in a garden
Under the olive-trees
Where the angel of strength was the warden
And the soul of the world found ease.
Dorothy Frances Gurney

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Poems about Flowers

Count your garden by the flowers, never by the leaves that fall.Count your days by the golden hours, don't remember clouds at all.
Count your life by smiles, not tears, and with joy on every birthday.
Count your age by friends, not years.

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There was a dandelion,
With lovely, fluffy hair,
That glistened in the sunshine,
And in the summer air.
And oh! This pretty dandelion
Soon grew old and grey,
And, sad to tell! Her charming hair,
Blew many miles away.

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Spring is Coming
Spring is coming, spring is coming.
How do you think I know?
I see a flower blooming,
I know it must be so.
Spring is coming, spring is coming,
How do you think I know?
I see a blossom on the tree,
I know it must be so.

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The Reaper And The Flowers
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There is a Reaper whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.
"Shall I have nought that is fair?'' saith he;
"Have nought but the bearded grain?
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,
I will give them all back again.''
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,
He kissed their drooping leaves;
It was for the Lord of Paradise
He bound them in his sheaves.
"My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,''
The Reaper said, and smiled;
"Dear tokens of the earth are they,
Where he was once a child.
"They shall all bloom in fields of light,
Transplanted by my care,
And saints, upon their garments white,
These sacred blossoms wear.''
And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
The flowers she most did love;
She knew she should find them all again
In the fields of light above.
O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day;
'Twas an angel visited the green earth,
And took the flowers away.

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