Poems on the topic: flowers

Poems on the topic “flowers” on Poets.by.

RomanticEmily Dickinson

By a flower -- By a letter

By a flower -- By a letter -- By a nimble love -- If I weld the Rivet faster -- Final fast -- above -- Never mind my breathless Anvil! Never mind Repose! Never mind the sooty faces Tugging at the Forge!
SadEmily Dickinson

I tend my flowers for thee

I tend my flowers for thee -- Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia's Coral Seams Rip -- while the Sower -- dreams -- Geraniums -- tint -- and spot -- Low Daisies -- dot -- My Cactus -- splits her Beard To show her throat -- Carnations -- tip their spice -- And Bees -- pick up -- A Hyacinth -- I hid -- Puts out a Ruffled Head -- And odors fall From flasks -- so small -- You marvel how they held -- Globe Roses -- break their satin glake --
SadEmily Dickinson

Absent Place -- an April Day --

Absent Place -- an April Day -- Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow -- Drift may block within it Deeper than without -- Daffodil delight but Him it duplicate --
CheerfulEmily Dickinson

As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"

As Children bid the Guest "Good Night" And then reluctant turn -- My flowers raise their pretty lips -- Then put their nightgowns on. As children caper when they wake Merry that it is Morn -- My flowers from a hundred cribs Will peep, and prance again.
DreamyEmily Dickinson

The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung --

The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung -- There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun -- Far Psalteries of Summer -- Enamoring the Ear They never yet did satisfy -- Remotest -- when most fair The Sun shone whole at intervals -- Then Half -- then utter hid -- As if Himself were optional And had Estates of Cloud Sufficient to enfold Him Eternally from view -- Except it were a whim of His To let the Orchards grow --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Except to Heaven, she is nought.

Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels -- lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown. Except for winds -- provincial. Except by Butterflies Unnoticed as a single dew That on the Acre lies. The smallest Housewife in the grass, Yet take her from the Lawn And somebody has lost the face That made Existence -- Home!
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews,

Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews, But never deemed the dripping prize Awaited their -- low Brows -- Or Bees -- that thought the Summer's name Some rumor of Delirium, No Summer -- could -- for Them -- Or Arctic Creatures, dimly stirred -- By Tropic Hint -- some Travelled Bird Imported to the Wood -- Or Wind's bright signal to the Ear -- Making that homely, and severe, Contented, known, before -- The Heaven -- unexpected come, To Lives that thought the Worshipping A too presumptuous Psalm --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

When Roses cease to bloom, Sir,

When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done -- When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun -- The hand that paused to gather Upon this Summer's day Will idle lie -- in Auburn -- Then take my flowers -- pray!
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

If I should cease to bring a Rose

If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, 'Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away -- If I should cease to take the names My buds commemorate -- 'Twill be because Death's finger Claps my murmuring lip!
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights

Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights Italic flavor yield To Intellects inebriate With Summer, or the World -- Generic as a Quarry And hearty -- as a Rose -- Invited with Asperity But welcome when he goes.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Bloom -- is Result -- to meet a Flower

Bloom -- is Result -- to meet a Flower And casually glance Would scarcely cause one to suspect The minor Circumstance Assisting in the Bright Affair So intricately done Then offered as a Butterfly To the Meridian -- To pack the Bud -- oppose the Worm -- Obtain its right of Dew -- Adjust the Heat -- elude the Wind -- Escape the prowling Bee Great Nature not to disappoint Awaiting Her that Day -- To be a Flower, is profound Responsibility --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Go not too near a House of Rose --

Go not too near a House of Rose -- The depredation of a Breeze -- Or inundation of a Dew Alarms its walls away -- Nor try to tie the Butterfly, Nor climb the Bars of Ecstasy, In insecurity to lie Is Joy's insuring quality.

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