Flower Poems

Flower Poems

A Complaint, by Rose Terry Cooke

A hot noon filled the Autumn sky
So still, th...

Exogenesis, by Rose Terry Cooke

The curving beach and shining bay,
Stretch fr...

The Iconoclast, by Rose Terry Cooke

A thousand years shall come and go,
A thousan...

May, by Rose Terry Cooke

There's a bluebird sits on the apple-tree bough...

Autumn--The Fall of the Leaf, by S. Moore

Summer's lovely meadows green,
Sylvan shades ...

The Fall of the Leaf, by S. Moore

The verdant foliage of the trees
Will soon be ...

Love, by S. Moore

There is a love of heat intense,
Which like a...

Patience, by S. Moore

When trials come, for come they will,
Be pat...

The Resurrection, by S. Moore

Grey streaks of dawn had shot athwart the gloom...

Summer, by S. Moore

When Sol pours down his floods of light,
So h...

The Dancer, by Saadi

From the Bustan I heard how, to the beat of s...

On Friends and Enemies, by Saadi

I am displeased with the company of friends
To...

Saadi at the Grave of His Child, by Saadi

From the Bustan Whilst I was at Sanaa I lost a...

Yo He Nombrado Rey, by Sara Loggin

I have named you as my king
But there are thos...

Because I Love You, by Sarah Knowles Bolton

"I cannot bring you wealth, " she said;
"I ca...

Blinded, by Sarah Knowles Bolton

She lay like a rose-leaf on his cup;
He scarc...

Change, by Sarah Knowles Bolton

To M. L. B. I watched the crocus, purple, wh...

Elizabeth of Bohemia, by Sir Henry Wotton

You meaner beauties of the night,
That poorly...

The Eve of St. John, by Sir Walter Scott

The baron of Smaylho'me rose with day,
He spu...

Flora and Fauna Send Me Love Letters, by Skye Vaillancourt

She plucks petunias from her pupils,
watches...

The Young Glory, by Stanley Gemmell

I Orb, my heart's mercy to my heart
Quick an...

The Dying Year, by Stephen Greenleaf Bulfinch

The sunny Summer days have fled,
And passed i...

Thoughts on the Saviour, by Stephen Greenleaf Bulfinch

O suffering friend of human kind!
How, as the...

The Maiden at the Fountain, by Stuart Merrill

LOVE'S daughters bend above the silent source, ...

The White Peacock, by Stuart Merrill

THE white peacock in the blue night crying
Fee...