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.
Sunny Side Up
nature’s very own eggs
served sunny side up.
As a flower in the garden
Bending toward the sun,
Unfolds it’s tiny petals
One, by one, by one…
So faith expands it’s beauty
Until at last it grows
Into life’s lasting flower…
The heart’s fair perfect rose.
Flowers by the Sea
When over the flowery, sharp pasture’s
edge, unseen, the salt ocean
lifts its form—chicory and daisies
tied, released, seem hardly flowers alone
but color and the movement—or the shape
perhaps—of restlessness, whereas
the sea is circled and sways
peacefully upon its plantlike stem
-William Carlos William
Considering that there's a lot more to a flower than only what we see, it isn't that hard to describe even if it doesn't mean we'll be able to ro it fully. The best way isn't by using words but by describing it through their senses.
Ask the blind person to gently inhale the scent of the flower. Maybe we might not think a certain flower has any fragrance but it'll still have a soft fresh fragrance. It will smell good, just not strong. If it's perfumed, a blind person will likely be able to identify it if they've been around flowers.
Let them feel the flower. Their fingers can form a mental 'image' of what it looks like. If asked to describe its shape back to you, you'd be surprised at how accurate it is, likely mentioning things you might not have noticed. They'd also let you know what its texture is like - whether the petals are velvety, silky, soft, crisp, thick, papery, sticky, smooth and so on.
In fact, the only thing that a blind person wouldn't be able to understand in the description of a flower is its colour. Words can't describe colours but then neither can words describe the colour ultraviolet that bees see in flowers.