Each flower has a special place in beauty. Some people like roses, jasmine, pearls while some people like sunflower flowers the most. That is why we have collected for you some of the best Poems of Sunflowers which you will surely enjoy reading.
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Poems About Sunflowers
by Lottie Brown Allen
Up from the wayside damp and cold
Cut of the early Kansas mold
Blossomed the sunflowers, green and gold,
Eastward turning at dawn’s first light
Hourly drinking the sunbeams bright
Westward waving a fond goodnight.
Kissed by the sunshine and the dew
Under the Kansas skies of blue
Like unto sunflowers, the children grew.
Bright eyes greeting the sun’s first ray
Small hands eager for work or play
Young hearts singing the livelong day.
Kansas sunflowers happy and free
Men and women that grew to be
Builders of Kansas destiny.
by Hilda Conkling
Sun-flowers, stop growing!
If you touch the sky where those clouds are passing
Like tufts of dandelion gone to seed,
The sky will put you out!
You know it is blue like the sea . . .
Maybe it is wet, too!
Your gold faces will be gone forever
If you brush against that blue
Ever so softly!
The Sunflower and the Pea
by Arthur Sheldon Peacock
Good Kansans all, of every sort,
Come join with me in song;
And if we find the meter short
We cannot sing it long.
by William Blake
Ah! Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveler’s journey is done;
Where the youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my sunflower wishes to go!
To The Sunflower
by Yone Noguchi
Thou burstest from mood:
How sad we have to cling to experience!
Marvel of thy every atom burning of life,
How fully thou livest!
Didst thou ever think to turn to cold and shadow?
Passionate liver of sunlight,
Symbol of youth and pride;
Thou art a lyric of thy soaring colour;
Thy voicelessness of song is action.
What absorption of thy life’s meaning.
Wonder of thy consciousness,
Mighty sense of thy existence!
The Soul of the Sunflower
by Sara Jewett
The warm sun kissed the earth
To consecrate thy birth,
And from his close embrace
Thy radiant face
Sprang into sight,
A blossoming delight.
Through the long summer days
Thy lover’s burning rays
Shone hot upon thy heart.
Thy life was part
Of his desire,
Thou passion-flower of fire!
And, turning toward his love,
Lifting thy head above
The earth that nurtured thee,
And stately mien
Proclaims thee sun-crowned queen.
On earth, thy gorgeous bloom
Bears record of thy tomb,
And to transcendent light
Thy soul takes flight
Till thou art one,
O sunflower, with the sun!
Serenade of the Sunflowers
by Harry Edward Mills
We are the original settlers,
And this is our commonwealth
We ever shall claim
Both the name
And the fame
Which the squatter has taken by stealth.
We came with the elk and the cactus
Not yet was the Indian here
And still we remain
Though the grain
Of the plain
Has banished the bison and deer.
We never would yield to invasion,
Though enemies thickened around.
When corn, wheat and rye
Raised their high
We laughed at their blusterous sound.
We cheered when the plowman attacked us:
His furrows we hailed with delight.
Wherever he trod
Of his sod
We seized as a prize of the fight.
The Sun is our gallant defender;
We thrive in his furious glow
Then withers the maize
In the blaze
Of his rays,
But we only flourish and grow.
They wanted a title for Kansas,
A title resplendent and great
That should shame
To her fame
So they called her the Sunflower State.
An Ode to the Kansas Sunflower
by Ed Blair
Oh sunflower! The queen of all flowers,
No other with you can compare,
The roadside and fields are made golden
Because of your bright presence there.
Above all the weeds that surround you
You raise to the sun your bright head,
Embroidering beautiful landscapes
Your absence would leave brown and dead.
Oh queen of the September morning
You watch for the first ray of sun,
And salute the bright orb as it travels
Till the bright day of autumn is done.
Tho’ sickles may slay in the pasture,
And the plowman destroy in the field,
Yet, still will the corners and by-ways
The seed for the future years yield.
Then, Sunflower, peep over the fences
And cover the hillsides with gold,
And out in the cornfields, if tempted,
Again take thy claim as of old;
Salute, too, and nod to the stranger,
Who travels the dusty highway,
He’ll worship the sun crown you’re wearing
And love you for brightening his way.
So, Sunflower, grow tall in the meadow
And spread to the breezes your arms,
No matter if some do molest you
And try to destroy on the farms,
Let thy stalk all the season still gather
The sunbeams that come dancing by;
And then in September unfold them
To dazzle with splendor the eye.
by Dora Greenwell
Till the slow daylight pale,
A willing slave, fast bound to one above,
I wait; he seems to speed, and change, and fail;
I know he will not move.
by Mary Oliver
Come with me
into the field of sunflowers.
Their faces are burnished disks,
their dry spines
creak like ship masts,
their green leaves,
so heavy and many,
fill all day with the sticky
sugars of the sun.
Come with me
to visit the sunflowers,
they are shy
but want to be friends;
they have wonderful stories
of when they were young
the important weather,
the wandering crows.
Don’t be afraid
to ask them questions!
Their bright faces,
which follow the sun,
will listen, and all
those rows of seeds,
each one a new life!
hope for a deeper acquaintance;
each of them, though it stands
in a crowd of many,
like a separate universe,
is lonely, the long work
of turning their lives
into a celebration
is not easy. Come
and let us talk with those modest faces,
the simple garments of leaves,
the coarse roots in the earth
so uprightly burning.
Quotes About Sunflowers
“The gaudy leonine sunflower Hangs black and barren on its stalk And down the windy garden walk The dead leaves scatter – hour by hour” – Oscar Wilde
“Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow. It’s what sunflowers do.” Helen Keller
“True friends are like bright sunflowers that never fade away, even over distance and time.” – Marie Williams Johnstone
“Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows.” – Jean Paul Richter
“And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood.” – William Cullen Bryant
“With zealous step he climbs the upland lawn, And bows in homage to the rising dawn; Imbibes with eagle eye the golden ray, And watches, as it moves, the orb of day.” – Erasmus Darwin
“Big doesn’t necessarily mean better. Sunflowers aren’t better than violets.” – Edna Ferber
“Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men and animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others again are plain, honest and upright, like the broad-faced sunflower and the hollyhock.” – Henry Ward Beecher
“As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love them.” – Henry Ward Beecher
“The Sunflow’r, thinking ’twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame; It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.” – Abraham Cowley
“The sunflower is a favorite emblem of constancy.” – Thomas Bulfinch
“I am working with the enthusiasm of a man from Marseilles eating bouillabaisse, which shouldn’t come as a surprise to you because I am busy painting huge sunflowers.” – Vincent Van Gogh
“Fame is the scentless sunflower, with gaudy crown of gold; But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.” Oliver Wendell Holmes
“It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear, That the fervor and faith of a soul may be known, To which time will but make thee more dear! Oh the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close, As the sunflower turns to her god when he sets The same look which she turned when he rose!” – Thomas Moore
“The author O. Henry taught me about the value of the unexpected. He once wrote about the noise of flowers and the smell of birds – the birds were chickens and the flowers dried sunflowers rattling against a wall.” – Chuck Jones
“Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, And on the sun’s noon-glory gaze; With eye like his, thy lids expand, And fringe their disk with golden rays: Though fix’d on earth, in darkness rooted there, Light is thy element, thy dwelling air, Thy prospect heaven.” – James Montgomery
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