#flowers poems on Hello Poetry

mysterie 5h

lillies

lillies.
they're pretty.

i see them
on my morning walks --
they adorn the footpath.

im about to buy some
in a boquet,
tied in with some tulips
and leaves as spacers.

they're for my new partner.

but whenever i see
these lillies,
i can only
think
of
you.

maybe because your essence
was just like the lily's --
you were elegant,
compassionate,
and you loved everyone
with the biggest
heart and smiles.

i know its wrong,
to still think of you.

but these lillies --
they're everywhere i go.
i wouldn't take it as a sign
but i know it means
something.

i shouldn't be buying these
for my new partner,
she isn't elegant
like you,
or have a big smile
like you did,
so why do i buy them?
or walk the same footpath
every morning
just
to
see
them?

i don't know.

date wrote: ???

#flowers #flower #lily

nicole 21h

(There's beauty in loss)

And what of a flower
whose petals fall in a sacrificial ritual
to make room for new ones to grow

July 16, 2025

#loss #beauty #flowers #nature #growth

Niluh Ratnasari 3d

The Cherry Blossom

I am a cherry blossom in the breeze
facing the bright blue sky with glee.
My petals dance in morning bliss
with the butterflies flying free.

#spring #flowers #cherryblossom #bluesky #butterflies #breeze

ProfMoonCake Jul 8

I Spy

I spy on the little girl.
Her hair was filled with flowers,
her eyes, bright as the sun.
She had love to give—
and gave it freely:
to the old man by the sea,
the woman grieving her son,
the butterfly with a broken wing.

I spy on the little girl.
The flowers in her hair have dried,
her eyes now quiet as the night.
She still has love to give.
But the old man drifted with the tide,
the woman lost her mind,
and no one wants what's left.

I spy on the little girl.
I reach through the forest,
step into the clouds.
I will hold her hand.
I still have love to give—
anyway.

#games #love #little #girl #flowers #butterfly #give

Laura Claes Jul 2

My first poem

She's a pure hearted girl
with the happiest soul
She talks to the moon
listens to the trees
speaks with the animals
and compliments the flowers

Yet, often she feels sad
because she loves too much
and thinks too deep
Her nights are sometimes dark
But every time
she pulls herself back together
and decides
that her personality
is too positive
to be so negative.

L.C.

#pure #soul #flowers #animals #trees #moon #happy #sad #love #dark

Boma Jul 1

Seeds

The flowers bloomed
I cut them down
You gave me the seeds

#seeds #flowers

Katelyn Jun 29

Peonies

As a child peonies surround me
like my mothers' warm embrace,
these flowers, beautifully unharmed
a reminder of this reality that I live.
I daydreamed of being as free as this flower,
of the ability to just exist, without harm.
I am grown now, my daydreams twisted.
A kiss with a fist, a necklace made of hands.
Petals of black and blue, leaves cracked and broken.
Black and white peonies tattooed on my skin
full of love, full of hope
though sometimes flowing red.
I know anger, I've felt anger
but not my own.
I realized quickly that my life was not this of a flower,
or maybe it was. A lifeless and wilted flower.
One that had been harmed, not beautifully.
That had been grasped, not with a caring touch.
That had existed, with harm.

#peonies #flowers #abuseawareness #loveandhate #pain #life

Zywa Jun 29

[ I lowered myself ]

I lowered myself

into the round pit, covered --

with flowering thyme.

Autobiography "In den vreemde - Kronieken" ("In foreign parts - Chronicles", 2024, Frida Vogels), chapter 'Laren' (1938)

Collection "Trench Walking"

#nature #flowers #thyme

Kalliope Jun 28

I Made You a Bouquet

I only grow flowers with thorns.
Beautiful from afar,
Their petals softer than skin after shea butter,
But poison to the touch.

Their scent so captivating,
You can't help but search for it,
Only to be knocked out once found.

Those brave enough to pick up the stem
Will always regret it.
These thorns are razor sharp,
And they love to embed.

They've never seemed to bother me though

#bittersweet #metaphor #flowers