One way or another, flowers always find a way to appear in minds of poets on different occasions. Flowers have inspired a wide spectrum of feelings in humans to write about, including dandelion poems.
Whether it’s the tranquil beauty of a single rose or a field covered in a wild bouquet, dandelion poems are always been the top favorite thing for writers to put down.
A person can spend their entire life without recalling a single event, big or little, and then have it resurrected in an instant with a single flower.
These small, delicate objects may elicit such strong emotions and thoughts; it’s no surprise that both well-known and unsung authors use them in their writings, producing masterpieces like dandelion poem by William Wordsworth.
Thus, if you are finding a breakthrough in your life through dandelion poems then you could not land in any better place than this, where we have brought together some amazing collection of poems about dandelion flowers.
Best Dandelion Poems
Need some best dandelion poems to feel peaceful and I have a calm relaxing mind? Well, then don’t you worry because we have got you covered with a couple of dandelion poems by famous poets.
by Nellie M. Garabrant
There’s a dandy little fellow,
Who dresses all in yellow,
In yellow with an overcoat of green;
With his hair all crisp and curly,
In the springtime bright and early
A-tripping o’er the meadow he is seen.
Through all the bright June weather,
Like a jolly little tramp,
He wanders o’er the hillside, down the road;
Around his yellow feather,
Thy gypsy fireflies camp;
His companions are the wood lark and the toad.
But at last this little fellow
Doffs his dainty coat of yellow,
And very feebly totters o’er the green;
For he very old is growing
And with hair all white and flowing,
A-nodding in the sunlight he is seen.
Oh, poor dandy, once so spandy,
Golden dancer on the lea!
Older growing, white hair flowing,
Poor little baldhead dandy now is he!
2. The Dandelion
by Vachel Lindsay
O dandelion, rich and haughty,
King of village flowers!
Each day is coronation time,
You have no humble hours.
I like to see you bring a troop
To beat the blue-grass spears,
To scorn the lawn-mower that would be
Like fate’s triumphant shears.
Your yellow heads are cut away,
It seems your reign is o’er.
By noon you raise a sea of stars
More golden than before.
3. Dandelions Are Falling
by Peter S. Quinn
Dandelions are falling
On to autumn song
Destiny is calling
Of day of gone and long
Dreams that stood by
In all the days gone
When the summer sky
Was still here carrying on
Time of lost ways
Weary mornings rising
In their inter moody plays
Of nature winterizing
As their feelings go
Into oblivions fall
With days falling glow
On to the autumns’ call
Dandelions now flying
Every worth its lightness
Raindrops dreary crying
Before gloom of brightness
Dreams of winter coming
In their turning tides
Falling now blossoming
As darkness here abides
4. First Dandelion
First dandelion in the sun
yellow there and bright
and though it is a weed I know
it brings a lovely sight
So I’m not going to pull it up
but let it grow instead
to bring me joy and pleasure
with its lovely yellow head
And I’m really pleased I did that
for I think that it heard me
as next morning in the sunshine
the one had turned to three
5. Conversation with a Dandelion
by Jim Yerman
When I was young I’d pick dandelions…pick them with aplomb
I’d make a little bouquet and take it home to Mom.
I never thought much about it…never saw the need…
after all they weren’t really flowers…just a bunch of weeds.
I was expressing that thought the other day when a dandelion overheard
“Excuse me, ” he interrupted, “but your thinking is absurd.”
“I am a lovely flower…grown from a beautiful seed.”
(I can’t believe I was about to have a conversation with a weed!)
I spread out on the lawn and met that dandelion face to face
“OK! I am listening.” I said to her. “Go ahead and make your case.”
“Well, without being too modest,” she began. “people pick me every day
and when they pick a lot of me I become a beautiful bouquet.”
“How many times are we brought to a house and make someone’s mother weep? “
“Did you know I open to greet the morning and in the evening close to sleep.”
“You can travel across the globe…searching everywhere low and high
and you won’t fine another flower who can symbolize the sky.”
“When I am yellow I resemble the sun as it shines in the heavens at noon.”
“When I change into a puff ball…I look just like the moon.”
“And I don’t think I’m taking this comparison a bit too far
when I say that as my seeds fly off…they look just like the stars.”
“There is no doubt when I arrive…from the moment my blooms unfurled
I make people smile and bring beauty to the world.”
“Ok…OK you made your point! ” I said.” There’s nothing more you need to say
but I have to tell you dandelion…you had me at bouquet.”
So now I understand and I’m on the dandelion as a flower bandwagon
Perhaps it’s time I have a talk with that fly
who thinks he is a dragon.
6. Dandy Dandelion
by Christopher Morley
When Dandy Dandelion wakes
And combs his yellow hair,
The ant his cup of dewdrop takes
And sets his bed to air;
The worm hides in a quilt of dirt
To keep the thrush away,
The beetle dons his pansy shirt—
They know that it is day!
And caterpillars haste to milk
The cowslips in the grass;
The spider, in his web of silk,
Looks out for flies that pass.
These humble people leap from bed,
They know the night is done:
When Dandy spreads his golden head
They think he is the sun!
Dear Dandy truly does not smell
As sweet as some bouquets;
No florist gathers him to sell,
He withers in a vase;
Yet in the grass he’s emperor,
And lord of high renown;
And grateful little folk adore
His bright and shining crown.
7. Pretend to be
All your dreams, the wind blew off
Just like Dandelions gusted in the wind
But hide despair and pretend to be
That you just made a wish on the breeze
Deep inside you are cracked like glass
Shattered in pieces so hard to collect
But hide your pain and pretend to be
That all the splinters glow you more
You know it’s pouring deep within
The pain would flood and sink you in
But hide the storm and pretend to be
That you are just dancing in the rain
None would care or want to know
The agony vandalising you into ruins
So hide it all and pretend to be
That you beam and live in blithe
8. Dandelion Oh Dandelion
by Star BG
With puff of breath
entwined with a wish
my energetic breath aims out.
Out toward dandelion.
And like sacred flying fairies
the little seeds take flight.
Ready to plant firmly
in break of day.
Thank you dandelion
for roaring with airs whisper
to move in grace
to go into Mothers soil
and bring a dream to sprout.
Famous Dandelion Poems
“The first dandelion” and “Dandelions in the sun” are a few of the most popular poems written by poets. But if you need more variety then you should explore the famous dandelion poems written below.
1. The First Dandelion
by Walt Whitman
Simple and fresh and fair from winter’s close emerging,
As if no artifice of fashion, business, politics, had ever been,
Forth from its sunny nook of shelter’d grass—innocent, golden, calm as the dawn,
The spring’s first dandelion shows its trustful face.
2. Sonnet: On Dandelions
by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.
The common dandelions grow everywhere;
The weeds pop up with ease throughout the year;
The parachuted seeds infect the air;
The yellow flower seems so very dear!
Like lion teeth, the composite flow’r looks;
The seeds are formed much faster than we think;
The tap-root and the leaves make dainty cooks;
The seeds can spread afar within eyes-wink!
B-vitamins, it has are numerous;
The milky sap of leaves can cure moles, wart;
The herb found world-wide appears bee- gorgeous;
Some people use each and every plant part.
These common flowers decorate most parks;
Dandelion tea turns people into sharks!
3. The Dandelion
by Marilyn Lott
It’s not that the dandelion isn’t pretty
I mean the color yellow is very nice
Brilliant they are, like the color of the sun
For a flower you’d choose it twice.
But it is a “weed” my friend, it is
And obnoxious with a root
That would simply go to China
And further it would go to boot.
It doesn’t mind any kind of weather
Oh no, it is not at all shy
It grows where other things
Would flounder or simply die.
Some folks spray it from a can of poison
Or dig with a shovel perhaps too
Or use a forked tool and then
Wish they would disappear like I do.
BUT, did you ever have your child
Or a grandchild do it too
Bring you one with a smile on their face
Just for someone they love – that’s you!
4. The Sea Lions Dandelion
by Kewayne Wadley
When I was younger I use to dream the dreams
that found it easier to find you at night
years passed by and it’s safe to say
I still dream the same dreams
as our eyes would find each others beyond the reaches
pillows could go
or at least I’d like to think so
or at least on your behalf
as I dreamed we became one with the stars
as we further ignited the dreams we dreamt since childhood
heartstrings strum’d as our lips seeped deeper
into the cotton that filled the skies
hard rock candies shared between you and I
as we spoke our own dialogue
between the countless sugar baby and sugar daddy wrappers
silent as we became curious to what was on one another’s mind
we’d speak with our eyes as each look became temptation
we’d speak with our eyes as imaginations ran wild
a bit boyish on my behalf
but never the less you preferred to be the princess locked in the tower
forbidden fruit tasted by the lips of the thirst
that begged to have you near
misconceptions of everything I still see as preistine
sea lions that played in the dandelions that laid by the shore
by Randy McClave
In my garden there was a dandelion
I plucked it from where it did grow
Like a child I was amazed by its mystery
So then upon it, I gently did blow,
I made a wish as I did when I was young
As the seedlings had taken to the air
The thought brought me back when I was a youth
And for a moment once again, I was there,
Hundreds of her seeds then hit the breeze
As they floated and began their wandering
It was an odyssey that was created by myself
But where would they go, I started pondering,
Some took to the breeze to continue their trek
And some floated slowing to the ground
While some went sailing out of my sight
That moment for me was quite profound,
In my garden all my dandelions are now gone
Their seedlings have been taken up in the wind
Each one I released with a wish and a breath
Freedom and a new awakening to all I did send,
The seedlings soon will find themselves a new home
Upon a yard they will land and will lie still
Now what once was mystery and an odyssey to me
Will now become a reality, as a yellow daffodil.
by Unwritten Soul
Wind hush is the sky breath
It spreads cotton wings
White and light
And it’s you try to fly
Away from this ground
A field of dandelions
You traveling by the air
With the emotions there
A will to find a strength
Before grow as a new dandelion
I know u always be the brave one
Time to discover earth in your lifetime
Be brave just like other dandelion
Great to know you will be fine
Because i hope you always fine
Forbidden line is not exist
You free across the mist
No boundary for you, dandelion
Flying freely and never be afraid
The choice you take
It’s not wrong to be brave
I know one day you will find a place
Somewhere for you growing strong and flowering grace
Perhaps we don’t know where but you deserve something
Like dancing in the air you will cheer with happiness
There’s still a long journey
Before a seed to find a site
A basement to grow
Taller and restart great life,
Bear everything all bright
Just like other dandelions
Traveling surround you is mystery
Nobody wanted to invite hurt
In the journey if it comes
Forget not poison comes with remedy
O Friend make easy stand
Close friend will never end
Understanding is the sand
For you dandelion growing strength
White wings make beautiful land
It’s been a while but i know
One day you will travel far from here
In the air we’ll always keep in touch
Not much what you asked as it is a must
Because my friend, you aren’t like a dust
Blown to somewhere then settled in quietness
To left and ignored after the passing past
Sometimes hello don’t need a bye
But now you must fly and chase your dream
As friend always be there and understand
Without hands to hold or eyes to see
and i am glad u know i always there
and i always be there
7. Love for a Dandelion
by Pink Faerie
When I was a child I loved you so
I am older now and I love you more
You have given me optimism and hope my entire life
Your pureness of heart and your whimsical look
delight me no more than the yellow chalk
you put under my chin proving I love butter.
by Kate Ballalatak
what is worse for a dandelion?
to lose its soft, seedy ball of cotton,
blown into the wind
by a whispering dreamer?
or to fail in granting the wish
of a small child, too young to realize
that a dandelion is only a pretty little ****?
Short Dandelion Poems
Short dandelion poems are always easy to read with minute details yet create a strong impact on the reader’s mind. Here are a few examples of short poems about dandelion.
by Phil Soar
Blown away by breezes
Or a Gardener as he sneezes
A Dandelions seeds can cause dismay
For they spread and deeply root
Where conditions really suit
And you cannot drive the bloody things away
by Hilda Conkling
Little soldier with the golden helmet,
O What are you guarding on my lawn?
You with your green gun
And your yellow beard,
Why do you stand so stiff?
There is only the grass to fight!
3. Love Is Like Dandelions
by Sonny Rainshine
Love is like dandelions,
profligate and common.
But have you ever picked up
a dandelion and looked beyond
pretty yellow weeds.
Love is boundless;
Language is limited
4. A Marvelous Weed
by M. L. Kiser
A Marvelous Weed
Always in the limelight
Cheerful and bright
I find you as wonderful
As you are bountiful
Yellow dots swaggered
Here and there scattered
Like a child’s laughter
You epitomize summer
Dandelions wild and free
You are beautiful to me
6. Wishing for Luck
by S.R. Chappell
Fingers crossed we’ll make it, let’s wish upon a star.
Knock on wood, a superstition so bizarre.
With every little action, it gives us hope to cling to.
A kind of tradition handed down to get us through.
So I spend my time gazing up at the night’s sky for falling stars.
Wishing for the healing of love, that left behind so many scars.
I roam the golden meadows for dandelions to wish upon.
Blowing dandelion seeds, and with the wind my hope holds on.
Searching for four leaf clovers, so luck will be kind.
Oh the silly things I do to ease my worried mind.
by Ellen Mackay Hutchinson Cortissoz
In the meadow-grass
The innocent white daisies blow,
The dandelion plume doth pass
Vaguely to and fro, –
The unquiet spirit of a flower
That hath too brief an hour.
8. The Dandelion
I am the dandelion
Longing for the breeze
I am the waterfall
Searching for the sea
I am the starlight
Keeping you from sleep
I am the distance
Always out of reach
Imaginative Dandelion Poems
As a writer, it’s not easy to get creative and imaginative every single time. Sometimes, one needs to have look at some samples to get themselves focused. For this reason, explore the following imaginative and fun dandelion poems to help you get started.
1. The Dandelions
by Helen Gray Cone
Upon a showery night and still,
Without a sound of warning,
A trooper band surprised the hill,
And held it in the morning.
We were not waked by bugle-notes,
No cheer our dreams invaded,
And yet, at dawn, their yellow coats
On the green slopes paraded.
We careless folk the deed forgot;
Till one day, idly walking,
We marked upon the self-same spot
A crowd of veterans talking.
They shook their trembling heads and gray
With pride and noiseless laughter;
When, well-a-day! they blew away,
And ne’er were heard of after!
by Ida Celia Whittier
The yellow dandelions, discouraged, bloom
In city yards, sprinkled with dusty grass.
Even like one of them, O thought of gloom!
My life must pass.
The dandelion sees the lilac toss,
Proud in her purple dress, a haughty head;
In her cold heart there lurks no sense of loss,
No dream lies dead.
But the wild dandelion remembers well
Dim dreams of beauty in the western plains,
Sloping to where the sunset’s glories tell
Of golden gains.
And dreams of mountain peaks, divinely high,
With clouded brows, and bosoms cold with snow;
Of canyons, darkly grand, where echoes sigh,
And pure streams flow.
Of oceans rolling ever, wave on wave,
With depths like forest green, and snowy crests;
Of ocean caves, where shadowy mermaids lave
Their snowy breasts.
She sees the gardens of the west, that yield
Miles of the fairest roses, purely white,
Mocking the distant mountain’s snowy field,
And, sweetest dream of all, the grassy hill,
Cool in the twilight hour, and calm as sleep
Where dandelions bloom, and wild birds trill,
And wild vines creep.
Ah, to be there, among the poppy’s flames,
Where daisies star the violets’ field of blue!
Far from the city yard, whose primness blames
Her sunny hue.
3. Little Dandelion
by Helen Barron Bostwick
Happy little Dandelion
Lights up the meads,
Swings on her slender foot,
Telleth her beads,
Lists to the robin’s note
Poured from above;
Wise little Dandelion
Asks not for love.
Cold lie the daisy banks
Clothed but in green,
Where, in the days agone,
Bright hues were seen.
Wild pinks are slumbering,
True little Dandelion
Greeteth the May.
Brave little Dandelion!
Fast falls the snow,
Bending the daffodil’s
Haughty head low.
Under that fleecy tent,
Careless of cold,
Blithe little Dandelion
Counteth her gold.
Meek little Dandelion
Groweth more fair,
Till dies the amber dew
Out from her hair.
High rides the thirsty sun,
Fiercely and high;
Faint little Dandelion
Closeth her eye.
Pale little Dandelion,
In her white shroud,
Heareth the angel-breeze
Call from the cloud;
Tiny plumes fluttering
Make no delay;
Little winged Dandelion
4. I’m a Pirate
by Annette Wynne
I’m a pirate in the grass—
Hear ye people as ye pass;
I’m a pirate bad and bold,
Taking dandelion gold—
All my hands and ships can hold.
I’m a pirate—how the sun
Glitters on the gold I’ve won;
I shall buy you house and land
And a castle silver-grand
With the gold within my hand.
by Florence May Alt
The fields are haunted! Where there stood
A green-gowned, gold-haired sisterhood,
Their pale ghosts flit across the grass
When I, at twilight, trembling pass.
I hear their filmy garments trail,
And see their faces glimmer pale.
They were so generous, so bold
To fling away their lavish gold
Where it availed or gladdened none,
That now their little race is run.
Poor swaggering gallants of a day!
A set of merry spendthrifts they.
Yet something of lost beauty clings
Around the frail transparent things;
As though dead belles of bygone balls
Should flutter back to ruined halls
And dance a spectral measure there
Before they vanished into air!
So now the fields by night and day,
Are full of tiny ghosts in gray,
Who search the June-world through in vain,
To find their vanished gold again;
Who haunt dim crannies in the hill,
And shiver though the wind is still!
6. Dandelions in the Sun
by Annette Wynne
Dandelions in the sun,
Golden dollars every one,
Let us pick them and go buy
All the sea and all the sky.
Dandelions in the sun,
Golden dollars every one—
Who can be as rich as we
Buying sky and hill and sea!
7. Dandelion Bones
by Love by Farah
I wake up on your side of the bed
cold, without you to bring sunlight
to dandelion bones, shaken by the
and dimmed stars that sew our
eyes shut, together and then apart
like children on swing sets
on a warm summer night.
blow these dandelion bones far
apart and into the sky
till I’m void of anything but
battered skin and galaxy bruises
till I’m nothing but
Beautiful Dandelion Poems
Dandelions are one of the prettiest flowers out of all and they are usually used by people to make a wish on it and blow it off. Thus, if you want to get deep insight into this flower, check out the given beautiful dandelion poems.
1. The Dandelion
by Elizabeth Reynolds Hapgood
Golden the dandelion—Miser, for shame!
Spread out for bee or worm—all hoards the same.
No use in copying it—golden disk spread—
Lightly it nods and sways in its green bed.
Bluebirds are carolling high overhead
Robins strut saucily—(So the worm said.)
Bumble-bees greedily swarm from the clover—
Clumsily—golden floors tempting the rover.
Far from the toil and fret—fair carpet spread—
As in a fairy dream—would you be led?
Then come—the skies are blue. Throw yourself down:
Golden the dandelion as a king’s crown;
And the green carpet spread bears you to-day
Back to fair childhood dreams—far, far away.
2. Dandelion Lovers
by Silent Siren
I watched them bloom
I watched them dance
So much passion
They were in a trance
See the dandelion lovers
The sky is clear of showers
One look to bind their hearts
They were doomed from the start
They were blind
Fate wasn’t kind
But their hearts
See the dandelion lovers
Those fragile wild flowers
One gust to blow them apart
Now just memories of the past
3. The Dandelion
by Kevin Patrick
A delicate dandelion, stood; unassumingly
In the frozen rush hour pasture of thousands
Swaying brazenly to the subtle warm breeze
Like a giddy child running round a swimming pool
While jewels of yellow tresses licked by the sun
Beamed ostentatious merriment and pomp
As if God sent angels of cinema photography
To feed each floret under an intense spotlight
Leaving every strand a brighter shade of gold
Until it was nothing but a living painting
Inserted with a clandestine message that said:
“X marks the spot to heavens backdoor”
I saw it hanging their one bright blue afternoon
When solitary clouds are poached egg white
Pass the preassembled suburban skid rows
Hidden off the demilitarized zone of asphalt
It was cloistered between arches of tall grasses
Where it stood among the weeded throng
And then spoke to me inside its colour
And I knew it was all creation in a flower
Beneath the petals, beneath the arteries and veins
Inside the chloroplast within its breast
Deep within its molecules that make the chemicals
Down and down into the bases of primeval atoms
Coalesced into subatomic particles and beneath that:
The Universe and everything that ever was
Held together in the center of a solitary weed
Where only my senses could sharply see
The veil between worlds in which all things were
I looked at it half tense with trepidation
And another half with complete inebriation
To think this weed, this brat of unwanted seed
Was the key to paradise to all realities
Galaxies winked in the cusp of the blossoms
Nabulus scattered in clusters with comets
Entire solar systems formed, lived and died in moments
And then I saw God itself wave back to me
And in another moment gone, as if it had never been
I never saw paradise again, but I learned
You can find a universe in everything
If you look close… and then…
Watch its die and give birth again
4. The Hawkbit
by Charles G. D. Roberts
How sweetly on the autumn scene,
When haws are red amid the green,
The hawkbit shines with face of cheer,
The favorite of the faltering year!
When days grow short and nights grow cold,
How fairly gleams its eye of gold
On pastured field and grassy hill,
Along the roadside and the rill!
It seems the spirit of a flower,
This offspring of the autumn hour,
Wandering back to earth to bring
Some kindly afterthought of spring.
A dandelion’s ghost might so
Amid Elysian meadows blow,
Become more fragile and more fine
Breathing the atmosphere divine.
5. The Dandelions Were Listening
by Mary Nagy
I never did the
”He loves me not….
He loves me” game
I already knew nobody loved me
so why should I listen
to a stupid flower?
I did make wishes
after the bloom died
and it was tiny spikes of fluff
waiting to blow away
till next year.
I hated wasting my time
but I couldn’t resist.
”If there’s even a small hope
that this will work….
I’ve got to try! ”
I would find a spot
where nobody could see me
and I’d whisper
my one wish
the same wish
Thousands of dandelions
by my pleading breath.
I never told a soul
I wished to be happy
with a husband
who loves me
and kids who love me.
I wished so hard…
I never thought
by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
Welcome children of the Spring,
In your garbs of green and gold,
Lifting up your sun-crowned heads
On the verdant plain and wold.
As a bright and joyous troop
From the breast of earth ye came
Fair and lovely are your cheeks,
With sun-kisses all aflame.
In the dusty streets and lanes,
Where the lowly children play,
There as gentle friends ye smile,
Making brighter life’s highway
Dewdrops and the morning sun,
Weave your garments fair and bright,
And we welcome you to-day
As the children of the light.
Children of the earth and sun.
We are slow to understand
All the richness of the gifts
Flowing from our Father’s hand.
Were our vision clearer far,
In this sin-dimmed world of ours,
Would we not more thankful be
For the love that sends us flowers?
Welcome, early visitants,
With your sun-crowned golden hair,
With your message to our hearts
Of our Father’s loving care.
7. Dandelion Love
by Bails B
A young princess stoops,
plucking a dandelion from the earth.
She smiles, twirling it between her fingers,
soon bringing the dandelion close to her lips.
Her message, she whispers to the tiny seeds.
Softly as can be she blows on the dandelion,
sending the cotton-white fluff
soaring into the cool breeze,
carrying her words, spreading her love
down on the citizens in her kingdom.
Dandelion Poems for Kids
Children have a unique attraction towards different kinds of flowers. If you are looking for some dandelion poems for kids then do not look any further because this hub is going to provide you with a bunch of dandelion poems for child which are really easy to grasp.
by Franklin Stanwood
Dandelions—Dandelions! I used to pass you by;
Beneath my feet your yellow stars I crushed without a sigh;
I used to gaze upon your blooms with but a careless eye,
And if of you I thought at all, knew not the reason why.
Dandelions—Dandelions! (I’ll tell to only you,)
As you were loved by one I loved, I came to love you, too.
I’ve some of you she plucked for me, (all diamonded with dew)
They’ve withered now, but sacred kept, tied with a ribbon blue.
Dandelions—Dandelions! how fresh you all appear!
While those I’ve kept so long—so long—are withered now and sere;
And she, who placed them in my hand and giving made them dear,
Is sleeping where the dandelions love to blossom near.
Dandelions—Dandelions! we meet with each new year,
In winter’s gloom I hail with joy your resurrection near;
And when on sunny slopes I see your yellow stars appear,
They seem, somehow, the stars of hope that I shall meet my dear.
by Annie Rankin Annan
At dawn, when England’s childish tongue
Lisped happy truths, and men were young,
Her Chaucer, with a gay content
Hummed through the shining fields, scarce bent
By poet’s foot, and, plucking, set,
All lusty, sunny, dewy-wet,
A dandelion in his verse,
Like the first gold in childhood’s purse.
At noon, when harvest colors die
On the pale azure of the sky,
And dreams through dozing grasses creep
Of winds that are themselves asleep,
Rapt Shelley found the airy ghost
Of that bright flower the spring loves most,
And ere one silvery ray was blown
From its full disk made it his own.
Now from the stubble poets glean
Scant flowers of thought; the Muse would wean
Her myriad nurslings, feeding them
On petals plucked from a dry stem.
For one small plumule still adrift,
The wind-blown dandelion’s gift,
The fields once blossomy we scour
Where the old poets plucked the flower.
3. To a Dandelion
by Helen M. Johnson
Blessings on thy sunny face,
In my heart thou hast a place,
Forms more lovely are around thee,
Purple violets surround thee,—
But I know thy honest heart
Never felt a moment’s smart
At another’s good or beauty,—
Ever at thy post of duty,
Smiling on the great and small,
Rich and poor, and wishing all
Health, and happiness, and pleasure,
Oh, thou art a golden treasure!
I remember years ago,
How I longed to see thee blow,
Through the meadows I would wander,
O’er the verdant pastures yonder,
Filling hands and filling lap,
Till the teacher’s rap, rap, rap,
Sounding on the window sash
Dreadful as a thunder crash,
Galled me from my world ideal
To a world how sad and real,—
From a laughing sky and brook
To a dull old spelling-book;
Then with treasures hid securely,
To my seat I crept demurely.
Childhood’s careless days are o’er,
Happy school days come no more,
Through a desert I am walking,
Hope eluding, pleasure mocking,
Every earthly fountain dry,
Yet when thou didst meet mine eye,
Something like a beam of gladness
Did illuminate my sadness,
And I hail thee as a friend
Come a holiday to spend
By the couch of pain and anguish.
Where I suffer, moan and languish.
When at length I sink to rest,
And the turf is on my breast,
Wilt thou when the morning breaketh,
And the balmy spring awaketh,
Bud and blossom at a breath
From the icy arms of death,
Wilt thou smile upon my tomb?
Drawing beauty from the gloom,
Making life less dark and weary,
Making death itself less dreary,
Whispering in a gentle tone
To the mourner sad and lone,
Of a spring-time when the sleeper
Will arise to bless the weeper?
My Father made this beautiful world and gave me a heart to love his
works. Oh, may I love Him better than all created things!
The little plat of ground around our house is a great field of
instruction and amusement to me. How little do I comprehend of all
contained within it! I am glad I was not born in some great city—
where Nature had not been so kind and dear a friend.
4. The Dandelion
by Kate Louise Wheeler
One day, in spring, I took a walk
And spied, within a field of green,
A slender dandelion stock,
Upon whose top a flower was seen.
Soon after, passing by the place,
I noticed that the flower of gold,
Whose stiffened stalk had lost it’s grace,
Was turning gray and growing old.
To-day, upon the self same ground,
I see a stalk undecked and spare;
The flower that once was golden-crowned,
Has lost it’s—gray it’s head is bare.
How like a child is this gay flower,
With golden hair and graceful mien,
Which comes to brighten many an hour And add a charm to dullest scene!
But soon the golden turns to gray
And middle life comes on apace;
The gray then hurries on its way,
And old age comes to take its place.
5. To the Dandelion
by James Russell Lowell
Dear common flower, that grow’st beside the way,
Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold,
First pledge of blithesome May,
Which children pluck, and, full of pride, uphold,
High-hearted buccaneers, o’erjoyed that they
An Eldorado in the grass have found,
Which not the rich earth’s ample round
May match in wealth, thou art more dear to me
Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be.
Gold such as thine ne’er drew the Spanish prow
Through the primeval hush of Indian seas,
Nor wrinkled the lean brow
Of age, to rob the lover’s heart of ease;
‘Tis the Spring’s largess, which she scatters now
To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand,
Though most hearts never understand
To take it at God’s value, but pass by
The offered wealth with unrewarded eye.
Thou art my tropics and mine Italy;
To look at thee unlocks a warmer clime;
The eyes thou givest me
Are in the heart, and heed not space or time:
Not in mid June the golden-cuirassed bee
Feels a more summer-like warm ravishment
In the white lily’s breezy tent,
His fragrant Sybaris, than I, when first
From the dark green thy yellow circles burst.
Then think I of deep shadows on the grass,
Of meadows where in sun the cattle graze,
Where, as the breezes pass,
The gleaming rushes lean a thousand ways,
Of leaves that slumber in a cloudy mass,
Or whiten in the wind, of waters blue
That from the distance sparkle through
Some woodland gap, and of a sky above,
Where one white cloud like a stray lamb doth move.
My childhood’s earliest thoughts are linked with thee;
The sight of thee calls back the robin’s song,
Who, from the dark old tree
Beside the door, sang clearly all day long,
And I, secure in childish piety,
Listened as if I heard an angel sing
With news from heaven, which he could bring
Fresh every day to my untainted ears
When birds and flowers and I were happy peers.
How like a prodigal doth nature seem,
When thou, for all thy gold, so common art!
Thou teachest me to deem
More sacredly of every human heart,
Since each reflects in joy its scanty gleam
Of heaven, and could some wondrous secret show,
Did we but pay the love we owe,
And with a child’s undoubting wisdom look
On all these living pages of God’s book.
6. From “A Rhapsody”
by John Clare
Tis May; and yet the March flower Dandelion
Is still in bloom among the emerald grass,
Shining like guineas with the sun’s warm eye on–
We almost think they are gold as we pass,
Or fallen stars in a green sea of grass.
They shine in fields, or waste grounds near the town.
They closed like painter’s brush when even was.
At length they turn to nothing else but down,
While the rude winds blow off each shadowy crown.
7. Wild Dandelion
A lump of eminence
Swells in her throat,
But she swallows it down
Flashing a shiny, humble smile.
This wild dandelion grows in the sun
and dances to the beat of the wind,
Scattering seeds of peace
And songs of love
In every corner of the world.
Dandelion Poems for Her
Different people have different tastes in flowers. If your girl likes dandelion flowers out of all then you can’t miss sharing these dandelion poems for her to make her feel special.
1. Why, Dandelion It Isn’t Easy
by Mark Heathcote
Why dandelion – it isn’t easy to lie down
In these weeds and fall in love.
We don’t all have to be golden,
Stoic, and upright, shoulders above.
To fall like a seed-head
And break or bend in love
Why dandelion – it isn’t easy
To sing in these high, octaves, love.
But I am the meadowlark
In a countenance, you’ve never seen so blue
And it’s all because-my-heart hunger’s
Yearns to climb the mountain-pass with you.
Why dandelion – it isn’t easy
But I know your heart will climb,
And float with mine too,
And sing in a chord
All the way-to-our mountain Shepherd Lord.
by Anne Sexton
who loves a woman
is forever young.
and the student
feed off each other.
Many a girl
had an old aunt
who locked her in the study
to keep the boys away.
They would play rummy
or lie on the couch
and touch and touch.
Old breast against young breast.
Let your dress fall down your shoulder,
come touch a copy of you
for I am at the mercy of rain,
for I have left the three Christs of Ypsilanti
for I have left the long naps of Ann Arbor
and the church spires have turned to stumps.
The sea bangs into my cloister
for the politicians are dying,
and dying so hold me, my young dear,
The yellow rose will turn to cinder
and New York City will fall in
before we are done so hold me,
my young dear, hold me.
Put your pale arms around my neck.
Let me hold your heart like a flower
lest it bloom and collapse.
Give me your skin
as sheer as a cobweb,
let me open it up
and listen in and scoop out the dark.
Give me your nether lips
all puffy with their art
and I will give you angel fire in return.
We are two clouds
glistening in the bottle galss.
We are two birds
washing in the same mirror.
We were fair game
but we have kept out of the cesspool.
We are strong.
We are the good ones.
Do not discover us
for we lie together all in green
like pond weeds.
Hold me, my young dear, hold me.
They touch their delicate watches
one at a time.
They dance to the lute
two at a time.
They are as tender as bog moss.
They play mother-me-do
who loves a woman
is forever young.
Once there was a witch’s garden
more beautiful than Eve’s
with carrots growing like little fish,
with many tomatoes rich as frogs,
onions as ingrown as hearts,
the squash singing like a dolphin
and one patch given over wholly to magic —
rampion, a kind of salad root
a kind of harebell more potent than penicillin,
growing leaf by leaf, skin by skin.
as rapt and as fluid as Isadoran Duncan.
However the witch’s garden was kept locked
and each day a woman who was with child
looked upon the rampion wildly,
fancying that she would die
if she could not have it.
Her husband feared for her welfare
and thus climbed into the garden
to fetch the life-giving tubers.
Ah ha, cried the witch,
whose proper name was Mother Gothel,
you are a thief and now you will die.
However they made a trade,
typical enough in those times.
He promised his child to Mother Gothel
so of course when it was born
she took the child away with her.
She gave the child the name Rapunzel,
another name for the life-giving rampion.
Because Rapunzel was a beautiful girl
Mother Gothel treasured her beyond all things.
As she grew older Mother Gothel thought:
None but I will ever see her or touch her.
She locked her in a tow without a door
or a staircase.
It had only a high window.
When the witch wanted to enter she cried”
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair.
Rapunzel’s hair fell to the ground like a rainbow.
It was as strong as a dandelion
and as strong as a dog leash.
Hand over hand she shinnied up
the hair like a sailor
and there in the stone-cold room,
as cold as a museum,
Mother Gothel cried:
Hold me, my young dear, hold me,
and thus they played mother-me-do.
Years later a prince came by
and heard Rapunzel singing her loneliness.
That song pierced his heart like a valentine
but he could find no way to get to her.
Like a chameleon he hid himself among the trees
and watched the witch ascend the swinging hair.
The next day he himself called out:
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair,
and thus they met and he declared his love.
What is this beast, she thought,
with muscles on his arms
like a bag of snakes?
What is this moss on his legs?
What prickly plant grows on his cheeks?
What is this voice as deep as a dog?
Yet he dazzled her with his answers.
Yet he dazzled her with his dancing stick.
They lay together upon the yellowy threads,
swimming through them
like minnows through kelp
and they sang out benedictions like the Pope.
Each day he brought her a skein of silk
to fashion a ladder so they could both escape.
But Mother Gothel discovered the plot
and cut off Rapunzel’s hair to her ears
and took her into the forest to repent.
When the prince came the witch fastened
the hair to a hook and let it down.
When he saw Rapunzel had been banished
he flung himself out of the tower, a side of beef.
He was blinded by thorns that prickled him like tacks.
As blind as Oedipus he wandered for years
until he heard a song that pierced his heart
like that long-ago valentine.
As he kissed Rapunzel her tears fell on his eyes
and in the manner of such cure-alls
his sight was suddenly restored.
They lived happily as you might expect
proving that mother-me-do
can be outgrown,
just as the fish on Friday,
just as a tricycle.
The world, some say,
is made up of couples.
A rose must have a stem.
As for Mother Gothel,
her heart shrank to the size of a pin,
never again to say: Hold me, my young dear,
and only as she dreamed of the yellow hair
did moonlight sift into her mouth.
3. Dandelion Magic
by Lamar Cole
Dandelion drifts on the wind.
Cool breezes touch sweetheart’s skin.
Tall grass looking so green.
Mountain air smelling so clean.
Fir trees standing so tall.
Wild geese flying above it all.
Wild horses running free.
Sweetheart’s love is as sweet as honey from a bee.
4. The Four Seasons
by Linda Tetlimo
The weather is no longer cold
so the snow melts away
Dandelions comes out to play
and make the fields looks like gold
The world is warm, and the flowers grows
Under the sun I get burned on the tip of my nose
Summer is here, the wind blows in my hair
Beach, drinks, friends; I feel like I’m an millionaire
The sun take a step back and let the leaves glow
Autumn proves how wonderful it can be to let things go
The flowers dies, birds fly away, but I listen to the autumns silence
In the chaos of fallen leaves, I need a bit of guidance
The earth is white and the coldest season of the year
Winter is the time to be grateful to have someone near
Humanity is like snowflakes
Alone we’re weak but you must see what snowflakes together makes
by Mary Csillag
I’ve seen her pluck a dandelion,
this wishful little girl,
while dust settled on the road,
my face, my fate, my shirt,
and your trace lost momentum,
in time, and pace, and dirt.
But there she was each sunrise,
guarding your name,
as if it was her own – you never gave,
she sent her wishes, flowering,
to the unknown skies,
drenched in distant gain.
“He loves me, or he loves me not”,
her lips’ locked in a trance,
seeing her like that, petite, again,
hanging on that heartbreak fence,
I never met with you,
we never had that dance.
For when one fateful autumn day,
at the break of dawn,
you had another daughter,
you even had a son,
this hopeful little girl of mine,
will know you’ll never come.
by Henry Sylvester Cornwell
Come walk with me along this willowed lane,
Where, like lost coinage from some miser’s store,
The golden dandelions more and more
Glow, as the warm sun kisses them again!
For this is May! who with a daisy chain
Leads on the laughing Hours; for now is o’er
Long winter’s trance. No longer rise and roar
His forest-wrenching blasts. The hopeful swain,
Along the furrow, sings behind his team;
Loud pipes the redbreast – troubadour of spring,
And vocal all the morning copses ring;
More blue the skies in lucent lakelets gleam;
And the glad earth, caressed by murmuring showers,
Wakes like a bride, to deck herself with flowers!
by Like Washington
There was a dandelion,
With lovely, fluffy hair,
That glistened in the sunshine,
And in the summer air.
And oh! This pretty dandelion
Soon grew old and grey,
And, sad to tell! Her charming hair,
Blew many miles away
Final Thoughts on Dandelion Poems
Dandelions are one of the special flowers and so are dandelion poems. This flower holds up a unique significance in peoples’ lives because they believe that it represents a symbol of ‘growth,’ ‘healing,’ and ‘hope.’
For this reason, poets have written a considerable amount of poems about dandelion, to establish a connection between the reader and poet and help them understand it’s significance.
As we are obsessed with floral photography, it’s no accident that we love to read and recite, prose or poetry about flowers.
Nothing on this earth could express sentiments better than floral poetry. Poems with flowers can serve to elicit new levels of feeling that flowers alone cannot.
So, now that we have shared some of our favorite dandelion poems with you, we expect that you have let your thoughts run wild after digging into the dandelion poetry.
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