Top 57 Flower Poetry Quotes
#1. What is poetry? Do not enquire. The secret dies by prying. How does the heart beat? I fainted when I saw it on the screen, opening and closing like a flower ... Poetry is like this, it is life moving, terrible, vivid. Look the other way when you write, or you might faint.
Elizabeth Smart
#2. One thing is certain, and I have always known it - the joys of my life have nothing to do with age. They do not change. Flowers, the morning and evening light, music, poetry, silence, the goldfinches darting about
May Sarton
#3. Either there is a God, and that God the perfect heart of truth and loveliness, or all poetry and art is but an unsown, unplanted, rootless flower, crowning a somewhat symmetrical heap of stones.
George MacDonald
#4. My house burned down
But anyway, it was after
The flower petals had already fallen
Tachibana Higuchi
#5. The poetry is the Earth, charming; The river, flowing from lofty mountains; Nature, a young woman and a heavenly plant with blossoming flowers, slinking in the garden of the mind.
Manmohan Acharya
#6. There is to me a daintiness about early flowers that touches me like poetry. They blow out with such a simple loveliness among the common herbs of pastures, and breathe their lives so unobtrusively, like hearts whose beatings are too gentle for the world.
Nathaniel Parker Willis
#7. I twist like a flower
at the sound of your voice
But you leave the receiver
static most days
You have me growing into a dial tone
All it would take is your voice
saying my name
And I would behead myself
to be carried around on your lapel
Kait Rokowski
#8. Only when the flower vase will be itself in bloom, only then we got the real wonder of poetry
George G. Asztalos
#9. God is the very creative energy of existence - creativity rather than a creator. He is not the poet but the poetry, not the dancer but the dance, not the flower but the fragrance.
Rajneesh
#10. I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases ...
Pablo Neruda
#11. Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
Robert Herrick
#12. Poetry and imagination begin life. A child will fall on its knees on the gravel walk at the sight of a pink hawthorn in full flower, when it is by itself, to praise God for it.
Florence Nightingale
#13. You belong to everything and
everything belongs to you.
You are in the beauty of a flower.
You are also in the nourishing spring shower.
Then why do you fear to change?
You just lose your name
and your inner beauty remains the same.
Debasish Mridha
#14. Forge your iron; shape it by force,
not into a flower you already know
but into what can also be a flower
if you think it is and it is so.
Joao Cabral De Melo Neto
#15. When admiring other people's gardens, don't forget to tend to your own flowers.
Sanober Khan
#16. Poetry is the flower of life. It blooms to fill life with her fragrance of inner beauty.
Debasish Mridha
#18. And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
#19. may my faith always be
at the end of the day
like a hummingbird...returning
to its favorite flower.
Sanober Khan
#20. Today I bumped into you again. You seemed like that flower long forgotten in the old diary.
Avijeet Das
#21. Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be ...
William Wordsworth
#22. Nothing Stay Forever"
"Nature's first green is gold,
"Her hardest hue to hold.
"Her early leaf's a flower;
"But only so an hour.
"Then leaf subsides to leaf.
"So Eden sank to grief,
"So dawn goes down today.
"Nothing gold can stay.
Robert Frost
S.E. Hinton
#23. I wish I could see a cherry blossom or a lotus flower. Where could they be?
Susumu Katsumata
#24. Great poets are all philosophers too profound to systematize their ideas. Inside every dark visionary is a being of insidious reason waiting patiently for his host to die. From the cleft of the creative arises the categorical flower.
Alex Stein
#25. Our love was born
outside the walls,
in the wind,
in the night,
in the earth,
and that's why the clay and the flower,
the mud and the roots
know your name.
Pablo Neruda
#26. But how wonderful when the tale is told,
And the message that is meant for us
Opens like the scents of a mountain flower!
Mazisi Kunene
#27. For Poetry is the wisdom of the blood,That scarlet tree within, which has the powerTo make dull words bud forth and burst in flower.
Osbert Sitwell
#28. Every flower has a poetry of love in her heart, every tree has a story of struggle in his mind.
Debasish Mridha
#29. i open for you like a flower.
i let you in like a new day.
AVA.
#30. Life must be poetry, a song, a dance, like a flower on the roadside, blossoming for no one in particular, but spreading its fragrance in the wind, and sending it anywhere.
Lao-Tzu
#31. You're my story,
you're my poetry,
you're my flower
you're my deep driving desire.
Debasish Mridha
#32. This is what I have.
The dull hangover of waiting,
the blush of my heart on the damp grass,
the flower-faced moon.
A gull broods on the shore
where a moment ago there were two.
Softly my right hand fondles my left hand
as though it were you.
Mary Oliver
#33. The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.
Virginia Woolf
#34. Rare indeed is the seed who can bury its nightmares & still stem & blossom into its wildest dreams.
Curtis Tyrone Jones
#35. Poetry is the silence and speech between a wet struggling root of a flower and a sunlit blossom of that flower.
Carl Sandburg
#36. What if you slept?
What if you slept
And what if
In your sleep
You dreamed
And what if
In your dream
You went to heaven
And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower
And what if
When you awoke
You had that flower in you hand
Ah, what then?
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
#37. Poetry! Indeed, verses are the only thing that your letter lacks, Makar Alexievitch. And what tender feelings I can read in it - what roseate-coloured fancies! To the curtain, however, I had never given a thought. The fact is that when I moved the flower-pots, it LOOPED ITSELF up. There now!
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
#38. Sometimes I struggle. Sometimes I falter. Sometimes I live in gray. But always I remember the yarrow you've grown in the spaces of my rib cage. I now love with roses from my heart, with lilacs from my mouth.
Elijah Noble El
#39. Poetry is a sort of truancy, a dream within the dream of life, a wild flower planted among our wheat.
Michael Oakeshott
#40. Let the snake wait under
his weed
and the writing
be of words, slow and quick, sharp
to strike, quiet to wait,
sleepless.
through metaphor to reconcile
the people and the stones.
Compose. (No ideas
but in things) Invent!
Saxifrage is my flower that splits
the rocks.
William Carlos Williams
#41. Poetry is the honey of all flowers, the quintessence of all sciences, the marrow of wit, and the very phrase of angels.
Thomas Nashe
#42. Oh the beauty of nature!
Oh the magical heart touching flower.
My heart wants to bloom like you
with love, joy, and laughter.
Debasish Mridha
#43. My poems are like a dagger Sprouting flowers from the hilt; My poetry is like a fountain Sprinkling streams of coral water.
Jose Marti
#44. She is the fragrance of a dozen jasmines.
Avijeet Das
#45. I hid my love when young till I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;
I hid my life to my despite
Till I could not bear to look at light:
I dare not gaze upon her face
But left her memory in each place;
Where'er I saw a wild flower lie
I kissed and bade my love good-bye.
John Clare
#46. Does poem also walk through the valleys seeking tongues from dandelions?
Ymatruz
#47. If your teachers suggest that your poems are sentimental, that is only half of it. Your poems probably need to be even more sentimental. Don't be less of a flower, but could you be more of a stone at the same time?
Mary Ruefle
#48. Poetry cannot block a bullet or still a sjambok, but it can bear witness to brutality-thereby cultivating a flower in a graveyard.
Nelson Mandela
#49. Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour Have passed away; less happy than the one That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove The tender charm of poetry and love.
William Wordsworth
#50. That stone Buddha deserves all the
birdshit it gets
I wave my skinny arms like a tall
flower in the wind
Ikkyu
#51. I like the posture, but not the yoga.
I like the inebriated morning, but not the opium. I like the flower but not the garden, the moment but not the dream. Quiet, my love. Be still. I am sleeping.
Roman Payne
#52. Inside your heart
A golden flower blossoms;
Inside of me
And inside of you
Never dying ...
This flower of your soul
Ilchi Lee
#53. Not always can flowers, pearls, poetry, protestations, nor even home in another heart, content the awful soul that dwells in clay.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#54. Love is sacred. Beauty is sacred. Flowers are sacred. Birds are sacred. And sacredness brings the perfume of love and compassion. Therefore love and compassion is the perfume of sacredness. It sounds rather poetic, but ... God IS poetry.
Vasant Lad
#55. The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.
Jean Giraudoux
#56. O, flower! If you bloom with love in spring,
will you understand if my soul sings?
Debasish Mridha
#57. Get it? Gender is a country, a field of signifying roses you can walk through, or wear tucked behind your ear.
Eventually the flower wilts & you can pick another, or burn the field, or turn & run back across the tracks.
(from "Essay on the Theory of Motion")
Cameron Awkward-Rich
