Flowering Poems

Flowering poems bring the best collection of short and long flowering poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great flowering rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these flowering poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on flowering are here for you.

A sonnet of waiting and other types of flowering

A sonnet of waiting and other types of flowering sonnet poems

Don’t let your heart become a paper boat sailing towards childhood, Towards the harbor of its never returning fragrances, Don’t float towards its crescent moons if you could, or the enchanting crooning of its past tenses. Don’t become an interpreter

He is flowering

He is flowering short poem

His sadness is flowering into something so beautiful, Those who utter its name will burst into an ecstasy of butterflies, His emptiness is ripening into a fruit that is so full, Those who touch it will arrive beyond the gate

Flowering Development Through The Y Chromosome

Flowering Development Through The Y Chromosome long poem

I am a beautiful man though once I was an ugly boy worms split at the advance of my sneakers they knew what was coming I never shared chocolate turned sour to spite me this is no caterpillar and cocoon

Flowering Of The Thought

Flowering Of The Thought short poem

Belonging to the not belonging, was becoming a method exploring the path. In the backyard unpleasant fumes were rising. Nocturnal swoop of enlightenment, clearly becomes a festival of yellow death. Who was hiding the truth? Flowering of the thought in sky,

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Bloom Again, Pretty Rose

Bloom Again, Pretty Rose ballad

The mindless monsters of darkness have bared their faces in naked daylight; With the poison of wasps in their bleeding lips, they have concealed their hate under the tattered veils of empty religion. These ravenous wolves have thumped through a

Poems containing references to : Flowering

Justice

Justice long poem

Justice – Injustice, white and black, One is a blessing, the other is fake. Injustice is a deadly snake, Justice is like a beautiful lake. Justice nourishes the roots of society, Injustice lives in an immediate priority. Justice is the

The Matchless Artist

The Matchless Artist ode

O Matchless Artist ! The Creator or genius scientist. You capture my heart with awesome wondering, And surprises, full of applauding. When I see those multimillion varieties of pretty flowers, I marvel at your marvellous designs. O perfect designer———–! You

Hungerford West, Spring

Hungerford West, Spring sonnet poems

I travelled back a mile by the canal in sunshine, sky so fresh that early hour was nourishment and I gulped-down the air. Those path-side plants are nearly at their full, I watched a bristling, bulbous stem unroll, blue dragonflies,

The Last Valentine

The Last Valentine short poem

Outside not a breath of air stirs. Heat, a shimmering wall, Rises from the blacktopped circular drive. Sprinklers spray, and Water sweeps in waves Splashing on red-flowering bottlebrush shrubs That hummingbirds love so well. Inside are comfortable chairs and couches

85 Improvisations On One Smile

85 Improvisations On One Smile prose poem

(1) A smile is a butterfly just taking a break on a soldier’s helmet. (2) A smile is an ember emerging out from snow. (3) A smile is a children’s clothesline hung between two ears. (4) A smile is an

On Poetry

On Poetry prose poem

(1) Poetry is holding eternity by its front curl, each time it passes through a transitory flicker. It is seeing all winters in just a refraction of a water drop. It is your face blushing whenever a firefly flames its

Talking To A Friend

Talking To A Friend short poem

Living between the deaths as a witness to a silence between the words. Leaves had fallen: yet a dry tree was still flowering exuberantly under a scorching sun. My day has come, but I was far away from shores of

This Is The Road

This Is The Road short poem

This is the road that leads to my father’s home It is old and dusty with bullock-carts creaking, Carrying the heavy weight of the freshly cut sugar-cane To the mills nearby for our sugar laden tables, Piled in our court-yards

The Last Rhyme

The Last Rhyme long poem

An idea aroused again In the very hope to become li’l sane An idea has aroused again As a solution to this disordered mind or brain the plan is to write some rhyming line with figure of speeches just quite

Braids

Braids prose poem

(1) A golden braid is not a braid. It is, at times, a shower of delights dropping from a golden star. At times, it is a front stage at whose background I can recollect the neighing of white horses. At

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday short poem

The trees grown before her house in morning forms Behind which clear sun with mild effulgence As if wishing my dear beloved HAPPY BIRTHDAY. The plants from which the same flowering trees encircling odours Had taken first roots on unknown

The Door

The Door prose poem

(1) The door; out of it there is everything; Flags and noise, traffic policemen, temptation apples, toothy eyes, ears calculating breath bangs, tinny moon counting steps, cheeks flowering with love ready to pass to oblivion, flattering choruses, cola tans, gay

My Last Days

My Last Days short poem

Last few days at school, where saplings grew as flowering plants, aroused sentiments and camaraderie, friends became relatives, teasers- mates. First and last day in college, turned to be morning to noon. Diffident souls of first day left as inflated

Our Last Walk

Our Last Walk long poem

I dreamt last night that you were with me and we walked along that path leading to the river and the ferry across. (do you remember the ferry?) It was summer, or so it seemed, and the air was heavy

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Green Sabbath

Green Sabbath short poem

Here… is absence of stained glass, glistening crosses, eternal sacrifice, No candles to reflect into, wine nor wafer passed, ornate altars, inspiring Psalms… All in distant cathedral. Naked truths speak to this heart.. embraced within whispering green forests, within sacred

Is This It?

Is This It? short poem

I can not find meaning of love without the beating heart It’s like made of stone Fragile thing that’s torn us apart they see what I won’t they lose the beat of the love I want it at all cost

Insomnia

Insomnia short poem

Twilight. I’m still awake. Listening to the mixture of songs through my headphones. The air conditioner is blaring and the fan at its full speed, the lights all switched off and the comforter hugging me. My brain is tired but

Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams short poem

Thou knowest my heart belongs to thee , That thine eyes should always see , Sleep in peace oh my love melt away in sweet dreamy land , like floating daisy in a pond , May thy vision be of

I, Me, Myself

I, Me, Myself short poem

I have three friends Born some time back Now making my whole World They are named I, Me, Myself Friends were many before Mani, Mini, Tanu, Manu I need them no more As now I have I, Me, Myself Why

It Comes

It Comes short poem

Waiting under the opaque moon a primeval instinct takes over you and you start arriving. A black bone renders the ash on your forehead and you complete the circle – reaching childhood; you start climbing the ladder, for instantaneous release.

Yes, She Was A Girl

Yes, She Was A Girl short poem

The day she took birth, She was taken as a burden on this Earth. The day she was told that she is a girl and only deserves to die, Was the day she decided to succeed and held her head high.

People In Pews

People In Pews ballad

Church bells ring The choir sings Songs of praise Ancient of days Stained glass colors Arched cross hovers His mighty power A strong high tower Wooden pews Lilly flowers Sunshine and April showers A merciful God The children applaud Before

My Bond With The Ocean

My Bond With The Ocean short poem

The voyage on the vast seas, The azure skies, The tranquility of nature, Blooms my eyes. The archipelago of islands, We come across, Never ends, Vanquished all my remorse. The zephyrs, I feel, Soaring above me, Make my dreams come

Testimony Of The Broken

Testimony Of The Broken long poem

When we’re born, we’re born into darkness. Only seeking earthly desires, seeking to be fulfilled by temporary things. But then, You began that walk of life with me. Everywhere I looked with my young eyes, You were always there right

O Girls, O Women, Be Aware

O Girls, O Women,  Be Aware short poem

O Girls, O Women, Be Aware Mental Perverts are roaming everywhere , here and there, Their Outer Appearance resembles like a human being, but they are far from human and most WILDER then Wild Animals. So it makes most difficult

A Monologue On Father’s Day

A Monologue On Fathers Day short poem

Father ! Can you hear me ? I wish to talk to you today If only you could answer And tell me that you do ! How blessed would I feel To hear you once again And rush towards you

It Happened

It Happened short poem

Born out of hate condemned to fear each other, the race lives, the race dies. The loser finds a quotient to dig a mass grave for innocent paeans. My stains were bigger than you. In no man’s land, a corpse

The Tango

The Tango short poem

You have to know how to properly dance the tango To win the heart of the most handsome lady that you know But just learn the tango to take a girl to bed And you will disqualify as a real

Feel Of Sharing A God

Feel Of Sharing A God short poem

It should not have happened this way, or that way, rendering breathing difficult in the intense smoke of misunderstanding. The granite wall between the doors! You grope through a thicket of words crossing the centuries of hate. Sun, no sun

Before The Moon Cried

Before The Moon Cried short poem

The ocean stretched out into infinity Like an endless dancing bluebell wood Gathered together and wrapped In fluttering silken whispers, Sometimes glowing sun paths Criss-crossed azure memories And once more painted them Into existence, and again Life songs grew close

Misdeeds

Misdeeds short poem

Ambitions distances thought of death Desires over looks the need Greed kicks out the contentment Lust blinds the relationship Violence forgets the humanity Vengeance suppress the patience Rejection leads to frustration frustration ends in suicide suicide adds to the kitty

The Gift Of Love

The Gift Of Love short poem

You cradle me in your arms, Kiss me on my forehead, Say the word I love you in my ears, Then hug me while we’re both lying in bed. You never left me alone, Instead, you lead me on my

Moonless Delusions

Moonless Delusions long poem

In a moonless winter night, Standing against a weathered wall, Below a lonely street lamp’s light, I watched, transfixed, Shades of life being mixed, On that dimly lit street, As if it were a canvas, On which my thoughts were

God

God short poem

Feeling so sleepy, I’m alone In a flower garden. With problems unsolved, Seeking external help. All of a sudden Something invisible, an Unheard voice Touched my heart. Softly and Gently, Troubles fled away. flowering trees shone Giving hope for fruits.

A Sojourn Solitary Traveller

A Sojourn Solitary Traveller short poem

Again, he embarks on this journey, A journey without destination With a slight change; This time, it is alone A sojourn solitary traveller Traversing through the trivialities of life Filled with passion Searching for a quest, A bit of compassion,

A Requiem

A Requiem sonnet poems

Being a lass she was the synonymous to pretty, i tell you this as i could see, the more pensive she stayed, the more glint of verve you could observe I must have said. Compassionate, gentle and humane can be

The Mountain and the River….

The Mountain and the River.... short poem

After a very long time; five years to be specific, I came across yet another phase in my life when I was again full upto the brim. This time though I had no energy in me to raise the height

When Roses Bleed Thorns

When Roses Bleed Thorns ballad

When roses bleed thorns- it’s time to prune them. Waiting for seasons to change- is like waiting for silence to resolve- conflicts- a game of pride and rank. When roses bleed thorns- thistles outgrow the rosebuds; until color is lost