This file includes Apple Blossoms, Asters, Azaleas, Bluebells, Bluebonnets, Bougainvillea, Carnations, Cherry Blossoms, Chrysanthemums, Columbines, Cornflowers, Crocus, Daffodils and Jonquils, Dahlias, Daisies, Dogwood, Forget-Me-Nots, Fuchsias, Gardenias, Gladiolas, Heather, Heliotropes, Honeysuckle, Hyacinths, Jasmines, Laurels, Lavender, Lilacs, Lilies, Lotuses, Magnolias, Moonflowers, Morning Glories, Oleanders, Orange Blossoms, Orchids, Passion Flower, Peonies, Periwinkles, Petunias, Poinsettias, Poppies, Primroses, Sage, Sunflowers, Tulips, and Violets.

Also see Flowers and Wildflowers, Gardening, Spring, Roses, and Trees.

Apple Blossoms

Apple Blossoms

(Letitia Elizabeth Landon)

The apple blossoms' shower of pearl,
Though blent with rosier hue,
As beautiful as woman's blush,
As evanescent too.

Songs about Apple Blossoms

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Purple Aster

(May Riley Smith)

Bravely my sweet flower resists
Heat of August, autumn cold;
And though she has amethysts
For her dower, and some gold,
Never roadside beggar passed her
Without nod from purple aster.

Dear plebeian, but for thee
And thy lover, golden-rod,
Lonesomer the road would be
Which the country folk must plod;
And each little maid and master
Would regret thee, purple aster!

When November winds blow chill,
And the fields are brown and sear,
You will find her, cheerful still,
With her lover standing near,
While old Winter fast and faster
Comes to claim brave purple aster.

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from Spring Scatters Far and Wide

(Dora Read Goodale)

And in the woods a fragrance rare
Of wild azaleas fills the air,
And richly tangled overhead
We see their blossoms sweet and red.

Songs about Azaleas

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Bluebell softly, gently sways
Through the long hot summer days;
Lives where nothing else can grow,
That's why we all love her so.

Songs about Bluebells

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Everyone in Texas paints fields of bluebonnets until the real thing resembles picture postcards and motel art instead of the other way around.

Page Toppers

Songs about Bluebonnets

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Songs about Bougainvillea

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from A White Sport Coat and a Pink Carnation

(Marty Robbins)

A white sports coat and a pink carnation
I'm all dressed up for the dance
A white sports coat and a pink carnation
I'm all alone in romance.

Once you told me long ago
To the prom with me you'd go
Now you've changed your mind it seems
Someone else will hold my dreams.

A white sports coat and a pink carnation
I'm in a blue blue mood.

Songs about Carnations

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Cherry Blossoms

Songs about Cherry Blossoms

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(Hattie L. Knapp)

The rose is called the queen of flowers,
Surrounded by her sisters fair,
A lovely throng of beauties rare,
She holds her court 'mid summer bowers,
'Neath smiling skies of sunny blue,
Gayly they bloom the summer through
Brightening all the golden hours.
But when the autumn days have come
Then blooms our sweet Chrysanthemum.

As we watch the summer days depart
And the painted leaves in silence fall,
And the vines are dead upon the wall;
A dreamy sadness fills each heart,
Our garden seems a dreary place,
No brilliant flowers its borders grace,
Save in a sheltered nook apart,
Where gay beneath the autumn sun
Blooms our own Chrysanthemum.

Ah! she is not a 'Summer Friend,
She stays when all the rest have flown,
And left us flowerless and alone;
No singing birds, or blooms to lend
Their brightness to the autumn haze,
'Tis she who cheers the dreary days;
'Tis joy to know so sweet a friend;
No fairer flower blooms 'neath the sun
Than autumn's queen Chrysanthemum.

Songs about Chrysanthemums

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(Teresa Hooley)

Airily poised in the garden bed,
Delicate saffron, white and rose,
With gossamer petals lightly spread
The columbines flutter upon their toes.

Wait, till the moonlight sets them free!
They'll stir, they'll shake off the dew, they'll go
Dancing, dancing (but you'll not see--
You'll be too busy asleep to know).

Someone surprised them once in May,
Glimmering ivory, gold, and pink,
Dancing under the moon. That way
Columbines found their name, I think.

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Songs about Cornflowers

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(Mary Havran)

Crocus flowers daring tiny warriors
Fighting their way up through
The winter ice
Crocus darling early Spring harbingers
Promising days will soon
Be turning nice

Tiny Crocus flowers grow in close groups
Strength in numbers seeking
Where winter snows still may lie
Encircled encampment of floral troupes
"We march onward to spring"
They raise this brave battle cry

Bold strength contained in Crocus so small
Should winter challenge again
They simply refuse to die
Delicate blossoms possess such wherewithal
I cannot help but wonder then
Should not likewise you and I?

Songs about Crocuses

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Daffodils and Jonquils

A Daffodil Day

(Teresa Hooley)

All day long blew the daffodils,
Oh, what a sight to see,
A myriad gold-gowned daffodils,
Moved to a rhythmic glee.

Night drew down on the daffodils;
Gold was the moon on high,
With a golden star-crowd twinkling--
Daffodils in the sky.

All night long blew the daffodils,
All night long on the lawn;
Pale grew the stars in their courses--
Up came a daffodil dawn.

The Daffodils

(Aileen Fisher)

The daffodils, the daffodils,
they plan it all ahead:
they bottle yellow sunshine up
to take along to bed.
They know that they will sleep for months
till cold and snow are gone,
and so they bottle sunshine up
before they start to yawn.
And then when spring is not-quite warm,
and days are not quite mellow,
they poke up little goblets full
of yellow, yellow, yellow.

Legend of the Daffodil

Each time
a guardian angel
a good deed--
a prayer,
or sacrifice--
she plucks
a gold star
from the heavens
and sends it to earth,
where it blooms
as a golden daffodil.

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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

(William Wordsworth)

I wander'd lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Songs about Daffodils

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My advice to the women of America is to raise more hell and fewer dahlias. (William Allen White)

The Dahlia

(Lord Holland)

The Dahlia you brought to our isle
Your praises for ever shall speak:
Mid gardens as sweet as your smile,
And color as bright as your cheek.

Songs about Dahlias

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(Frank Dempster Sherman)

At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead.
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the night.

And often while I'm dreaming so,
Across the sky the moon will go.
It is a lady, sweet and fair,
Who comes to gather daisies there.

For, when at morning I arise,
There's not a star left in the skies,
She's picked them all
and dropped them down
Into the meadows of the town.

Thoughts of a Little Girl

(Maria Enriqueta)

I think flowers can see
and clouds play a game,
that when the wind whispers,
the leaves understand.
They sway and they dance
in the mad-cap breeze.

Sometimes in the morning
to the meadow I go,
where the daisies are playing
in the wind.

First the wind whispers,
then runs, jumps and tickles their feet.
And the daisies, their heads sweetly nodding,
laugh, sway and shiver in glee.

Songs about Daisies

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Quotes about Dogwood

Songs about Dogwoods

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Wild Forget-Me-Nots

(Patience Strong)

When bees hum in the linden tree
and roses bloom in cottage plots.
Along the brookside banks we see
the blue wild forget-me-nots.

Shy flowers that shun the prying eye--
content to let the daisy hold,
The glances of the passers-by--
with brazen stare of white and gold.

From long ago it stirs the thought
of happier days.
For memories like wildflowers grow--
along the heart's untrodden ways.

Songs about Forget-Me-Nots

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Songs about Fuchsias

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A Little White Gardenia

(song written by Sam Coslow)

For I bring a little white gardenia
As refreshing as a day in May
You may wear it if you care
Or toss it away.

If you look into this white gardenia
There's a message there I dare not say
That I'll let this little white gardenia convey.

Who knows tomorrow we may be
Together or so far apart
Take this token of my love
Cherish it and keep it close to your heart.

If our paths should ever cross again dear
Accidentally, or by fate designed
If you wear a little white gardenia
I'll know you are mine.

Songs about Gardenias

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Songs about Gladiolas

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(Emily Dickinson)

I NEVER saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet now I know how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.

I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in Heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.

Songs about Heather

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Songs about Heliotropes

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Songs about Honeysuckle

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My Lady Hyacinth

(Nellie Seelye Evans)

Jars of purple, pearl, and blue,
Quick she fills with nectared dew;
All the odors Summer knows
On cold April she bestows.

Lifeless though the garden be,
Here she holds a quaint levee;
Lords and ladies, courtiers gay,
Nodding plumes in rich array.

Now within my quiet room,
Two in royal colors bloom,
Sent by neighbor kind and wise,
Prophecy of Paradise!

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The First Jasmines

(Rabindranath Tagore)

Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines!
I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands
with these jasmines, these white jasmines.

I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth;
I have heard the liquid murmur of the river
through the darkness of midnight;
Autumn sunsets have come to me at the bend of the road
in the lonely waste, like a bride raising her veil
to accept her lover.
Yet my memory is still sweet with the first white jasmines
that I held in my hands when I was a child.

Many a glad day has come in my life,
and I have laughed with merrymakers on festival nights.

On grey mornings of rain
I have crooned many an idle song.

I have worn round my neck the evening wreath of
bakulas woven by the hand of love.

Yet my heart is sweet with the memory of the first fresh jasmines
that filled my hands when I was a child.

Songs about Jasmines

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From Green Grows the Laurel

(song by Cara Dillon)

Green grows the laurel, soft falls the dew,
Sorry was I love when parting from you,
But at our next meeting I hope you'll prove true,
And we'll join the green laurel and the violet so blue.

Songs about Laurels

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Lavender Seller's Cry

Here's your sweet lavender
sixteen sprigs a penny
that you'll find my ladies
will smell as sweet as any.


(Caryl Battersby)

Ladies fair, I bring to you
Lavender with spikes of blue;
Sweeter plant was never found
Growing on our english ground.

Songs about Lavender

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Song of the Lilac

(Louise Imogen Guiney)

Above the wall that's broken,
And from the coppice thinned,
So sacred and so sweet
The lilac in the wind!
And when by night the May wind blows
The lilac-blooms apart,
The memory of his first love
Is shaken on his heart.

In tears it long was buried,
And trances wrapt it round;
O how they wake it now,
The fragrance and the sound!
For when by night the May wind blows
The lilac-blooms apart,
The memory of his first love
Is shaken on his heart.

Songs about Lilacs

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The Lily

(William Blake)

The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble sheep a threat'ning horn:
While the Lily white shall in love delight,
Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.

Songs about Lilies

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The Lotus

(Li Bai)

In the deep sequestered stream the lotus grows,
Blooming fresh and fair in the morning sun.
Its glowing petals hide the clear autumn water,
And its thick leaves spread like blue smoke.
Alas! in vain its beauty excels the world.
Who knows? Who will speak of its rare perfume?
Lo, the frost will come, chilling the air,
And its crimson must wither, its fragrance fade.
Ill it has chosen the place to plant its root.
Would it could move to the margin of a flower pond!

Songs about Lotuses

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Poem to the Magnolias Grandiflora

(Christopher Pearce Cranch)

Majestic flower! How purely beautiful
Thou art, as rising from thy bower of green,
Those dark and glossy leaves so thick and full,
Thou standest like a high-born forest queen
Among thy maidens clustering round so fair,--
I love to watch thy sculptured form unfolding,
And look into thy depths, to image there
A fairy cavern, and while thus beholding,
And while thy breeze floats o'er thee, matchless flower,
I breathe the perfume, delicate and strong,
That comes like incense from thy petal-bower;
My fancy roams those southern woods along,
Beneath that glorious tree, where deep among
The unsunned leaves thy large while flowercups hung!

Songs about Magnolias

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Songs about Moonflowers

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Morning Glories

from Beautiful Morning Glory

(song by Buck Owens)

Beautiful morning glory
Kissed and caressed by the dew
Beautiful morning glory
Good morning glory to you.

Quotes about Morning Glories

Songs about Morning Glories

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Lawn Boy


Throughout the night
When there's no direct light
And a thin veil of clouds
Keeps the stars out of sight.

I can smell the colors
Outside on my lawn
The moist green organic
That my feet tread upon.

And the black oleander
Surrounded by blues
I'm soon overwhelmed
By olfactory hues.

Songs about Oleanders

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Orange Blossoms

Orange Blossom Lane

(Glenn Miller)

When I kissed you in Orange Blossom Lane
I could hear this heart of mine sing a refrain
I remember the moon was on the wane,
It was time to say goodbye,
And our song became a sigh,
Where are the blossoms that hung on the bough?
Where are the love songs and where are you now?
I'll be waiting till you come back again
Just to kiss you in Orange Blossom Lane.

Songs about Orange Blossoms

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Wild Orchid

(Helen M. Fleet)

"The flower that walks", the Indian said,
And walking spreads its crown-like roots
Through forest glades and upland dales.
Moccasin flower or Lady's Slipper,
It matters not the name
Or if it be fair white or rose or tiny yellow kind
Tis ever rare and wondrous there
This woodland beauty Bequeathed us from another age.
A Heritage to guard with care
And cherish for posterity
That other eyes in future years
May see this Orchid walk the trails
As did our native Indian braves
And shy eyed maidens of the tribe.

Songs about Orchids

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Passion Flower

Passion Flower

(Sir Aubrey De Vere)

Art thou a type of beauty, or of power,
Of sweet enjoyment, or disastrous sin?
For each thy name denoteth, Passion flower!
O no! thy pure corolla's depth within
We trace a holier symbol; yea, a sign
'Twixt God and man; a record of that hour
When the expiatory act divine
Canceled that curse which was our mortal dower.
It is the Cross!

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Regret for Red Peonies

(Bai Juyi)

A melancholy walk among red peonies;
When evening comes, only two flowers remain.
They will not survive the morning wind;
I regret their passing by the campfire's light.

Songs about Peonies

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Songs about Periwinkles

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from I'm a Lonely Little Petunia in an Onion Patch

Of all the saddest words
That I have ever heard
The saddest is the story
Told me by a bird
He had spent about and hour
Chatting with a flower
and here is the tale the flower told

I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch,
an onion patch, an onion patch
I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch
and all I do is cry all day

Boo hoo, boo hoo
The air is so strong it takes my breath away
I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch,
oh won't you come and play with me

Songs about Petunias

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(Charles Woo)

Poinsettia smiles in winter.
People know Christmas is nearer.
Yellow pistil with red leaves appear
In all greeting cards every year.

Songs about Poinsettias

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Remembrance Day

I'll wear a little poppy,
As red as red can be,
To show that I remember
Those who fought for me.

Songs about Poppies

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Evening Primrose

John Clare)

When once the sun sinks in the west,
And dewdrops pearl the evening's breast;
Almost as pale as moonbeams are,
Or its companionable star,
The evening primrose opes anew
Its delicate blossoms to the dew;
And, hermit-like, shunning the light,
Wastes its fair bloom upon the night,
Who, blindfold to its fond caresses,
Knows not the beauty it possesses;
Thus it blooms on while night is by;
When day looks out with open eye,
Bashed at the gaze it cannot shun,
It faints and withers and is gone.

Songs about Primroses

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Silver Stars, Purple Sage, Eyes of Blue

(Cliffie Stone)

Silver stars, purple sage, eyes of blue
Prairie skies, tender sighs, hearts so true
Out where mother nature's really given
All the things that make a heap of living
Silver stars, purple sage, eyes of blue
Got my horse, got my dog, and got you
Do I really love it here?
Yes, indeed I do
Silver stars, purple sage, eyes of blue

Songs about Sage

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Ah Sunflower

(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!

Songs about Sunflowers

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The Tulip

(Emily Dickinson)

She slept beneath a tree
Remembered but by me.
I touched her cradle mute;
She recognized the foot,
Put on her carmine suit, --
And see!

The Yellow Tulip

(George Swede)

For weeks
it struggled
through the hard crust
of the spring earth
and a foot
of air

Just to be
by the sun
by raindrops
by the wind

But on this gentle
May morning
as it opens
yellow petals
to the sky
Nothing else matters

Songs about Tulips

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How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew! (Ralph Waldo Emerson)

The Violet

(Jane Taylor)

Down in a green and shady bed,
A modest violet grew;
Its stalk was bent, it hung its head
As if to hide from view.

And yet it was a lovely flower,
Its colour bright and fair;
It might have graced a rosy bower,
Instead of hiding there.

Yet thus it was content to bloom,
In modest tints arrayed;
And there diffused a sweet perfume,
Within the silent shade.

Then let me to the valley go
This pretty flower to see;
That I may also learn to grow
In sweet humility.

Songs about Violets

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