We simply can’t get enough floral photography, but we also love to read beautiful poetry and prose about flowers and nature. In just a few powerful words, our mind creates its own image and invigorates our senses, whisking us away to that endless flower field or basking in the sun with our hands in the garden.
There’s just something so intimate about letting our imaginations run freely after diving into a poem, so we wanted to share our favorite flower poetry with you. Hopefully these beautiful words inspire your own imaginations and possibly a poem of your own!
Beauty in nature
Flower blooms so succulent
One little flower
Nods in the delicate breeze
As the crickets hum
The flower is
the stem’s cry of beauty
to the universe.
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
-Excerpt from Romeo and Juliet (2.2.45-7)
“This old world that we’re livin’ in
Is might hard to beat.
You get a thorn with every Rose
But – ain’t the roses sweet?”
“Silently a flower blooms,
In silence it falls away;
Yet here now, at this moment, at this place,
The world of the flower, the whole of
the world is blooming.
This is the talk of the flower, the truth
of the blossom:
The glory of eternal life is fully shining here.”
“You love the roses – so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!”
-George Eliot, Roses
“To see the world in a grain of sand
and heaven in a wildflower,
hold infinity in the palm of your hand
and eternity in an hour.”
“The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.”
The lily has a smooth stalk,
Will never hurt your hand;
But the rose upon her brier
Is lady of the land.
There’s sweetness in an apple tree,
And profit in the corn;
But lady of all beauty
Is a rose upon a thorn.
When with moss and honey
She tips her bending brier,
And half unfolds her glowing heart,
She sets the world on fire.
Joy is seeing
in Mother Nature’s flowers.