Poetry for Children. Flower Poems for Joy

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Poetry for children. Hope these poems about flowers will feel your hearts with tenderness and joy.

Flower Poems for Joy


Poetry for Children. Flower Poems for Joy

Who Made the Flowers?


Say, Ma! did God make all the flowers
That richly bloom today?
And is it he that sends sweet showers
To make them look so gay?

Did he make all the mountains
That rear their heads so high?
And all the little fountains
That glide so gently by?

And does he care for children small?
Say, Ma! does God love me?
Has he the guardian care of all
The various things we see?

Yes! yes! my child, he made them all,
Flowers, mountains, plants and tree;
No man so great, no child so small,
That from his eye can flee!

As A Flower In Morn


The buds and the blossoms,
How bright to the view!
Like jewels and diamonds,
They sparkle with dew.

The sun’s rising beams
Have greeted each flower:
How lovely the scene,
How peaceful the hour!

All nature awakens
From a night of soft sleep,
And the insects once more
From their hiding-holes creep.

The old birds have flown
Far away to get food,
While anxiously wait
Their timid young brood.

To our Father in heaven
Our voices we’ll raise,
With feelings most fervent,
In songs to his praise.

Dear Saviour, to love thee
Our hearts are inclined;
Oh, teach us, we pray thee,
Thy precepts to mind!

Upon our heart-garden,
Oh, let thy love rain,
Like fresh summer showers
Upon the young grain.

The Forget Me Not.


Poetry for Children. Flower Poems for Joy

There is a sweet, a lovely flower,
Tinged deep with faith’s unchanging hue,
Pure as the ether in its hour
Of loveliest and serenest blue.

The streamlet’s gentle side it seeks,
The silent fount, the shaded grot;
And sweetly to the heart it speaks
Forget-me-not, forget-me-not.

See the flowers, how they grow;
Hear the winds that gently blow.
Bird and insect, flower and tree,

Know they must not idle be;
Each has something it must do
Little children, so must you.

Oh, this sweet and lovely flower
Forget-me-not, forget-me-not.

FLOWERS LIKE BUTTERFLIES

by Larisa Kuzminski

Flowers like butterflies, and butterflies — flowers.
Flying above our lives light-winged,
And falling down, falling down from a height,
When their lives seem hateful.

Flowers like butterflies, and butterflies as we
Sad and crying, and in the dreams and aspirations
Tired of life mess,
Dreaming of a winter frost.

Flowers as butterflies, and their short century
Saddens us, we freeze, fall asleep,
Is winter, delicate sparkling snow,
Us wings white fluff covers.

And we become like the angels, white
As moths, white inflorescences,
And our thoughts, acts of light,
We write row line about the immortality.

FLOWERS

by Afanasy FET

From the fields rushing voice of the herd,
In the Bush Robins ring,
And with whitened Apple garden
Flowing a sweet flavor.

Flowers look with longing love,
Perfect lives as pure as a spring,
Dripping with fragrant dust
Fruit toasted seeds.

Sister flowers, a friend of rose,
Eyes the eyes I look,
Navy vivid dreams
And in the heart of the song Sarani.

SEPTEMBER ROSE

by Afanasy FET

For the breath of morning frost,
The glow of the mouth of Protoria,
How strange smiled rose
A day bestlolita September!

Before flying bird
In the long leafless bushes
As daring to speak the Queen
With Hello spring on the lips.

Rascist in the hope of steady — With the cold ralucas ridge,
Snuggle last, intoxicated
To the mistress's breast young!

VIOLET

by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Violet in the meadow one
Grew, plain and modest,
It was a flower meek.
Cowgirl on the path walked,
Slim, lightweight, face white
Step, meadow
With a cheerful song went.

«Ah!» had taken the flower of our dream
When I would all become more beautiful
At least in the short term!
Then she will break me
And to the heart accidentally press!
For a moment, for a moment,
Even for a single moment".

But the flower girl — alas! — Not spotted among the grass,
Hung our flower meek.
But, fading, all told:
«How happy I am that death drank
At her feet, at her feet,
The cute foot her.»

Poetry for Children. Flower Poems for Joy

The Flowers

by Robert Louis Stevenson

All the names I know from nurse:
Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse,
Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock,
And the Lady Hollyhock.

Fairy places, fairy things,
Fairy woods where the wild bee wings,
Tiny trees for tiny dames--
These must all be fairy names!

Tiny woods below whose boughs
Shady fairies weave a house;
Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme,
Where the braver fairies climb!

Fair are grown-up people's trees,
But the fairest woods are these;
Where, if I were not so tall,
I should live for good and all.

Flower


by Rabindranath Tagore

Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it
droop and drop into the dust.

I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of
pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am
aware, and the time of offering go by.

Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower
in thy service and pluck it while there is time.

The Easter Flower


by Claude McKay

Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly
My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground,
Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily
Soft-scented in the air for yards around;

Alone, without a hint of guardian leaf!
Just like a fragile bell of silver rime,
It burst the tomb for freedom sweet and brief
In the young pregnant year at Eastertime;

And many thought it was a sacred sign,
And some called it the resurrection flower;
And I, a pagan, worshiped at its shrine,
Yielding my heart unto its perfumed power.

The Wild Flower's Song


by William Blake

As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild Flower
Singing a song.

'I slept in the earth
In the silent night,
I murmured my fears
And I felt delight.

'In the morning I went
As rosy as morn,
To seek for new joy;
But oh! met with scorn.'

Poetry for Children. Flower Poems for Joy

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