Cherry Blossom Poems – 42 Poems About Pure and Simple Cherry Blossoms

Cherry blossom with such simple and pure beauty has became a symbol of Japan and been passed down through many generations. This flower is not only an aesthetic sign of spring but also a symbol of a country of origin. You will say, the spring comes when cherry blossoms in Japan, just like the spring comes with apricot, cherry blossoms in China or Vietnam… Those kinds of flowers are signals and crystallization of spring beauty, hold a special place in the national cultural consciousness as well as the sense of artistic creation.

Despite the similarity of each other, every flower has its own conception of each nation, its own choice, its own mission, and indeed the cherry blossom is the choice that imbues the soul of people and Japanese ethnicity. As a fate, a choice from the ancient legends, they chose the short life of this flower instead of the sustainability of the Stone, meaning choose the moment, not the eternity.

You can’t count all the cherry blossom poems in the spring, or the simplicity and purity… and the aspiration of the poets to create beautiful words associated with cherry blossoms. Here are some famous cherry blossom poems that will evoke the image of cherry blossoms like clouds in the late afternoon, in the moment when the vague sound of a bell is unclear from any temple as a harmony between color – aroma and beautiful but sad sound.

1, Cherry blossoms © Matthew M C Smith

The blossoms blush,
they bleed pink tinctures
in bright dew drops, exquisite.
Their ruffles bleach in spring sun
and petals whirl and float
in wedding of white and wind
below a beyond of purest blue.

2, Prince Cherry Blossom Esquire © Robert Rorabeck

The joviality of a prince tucked-in and
Slept in the indentation beside the highway
In the corner, like a dimple, of the malevolent
Penumbra, while many curly-headed devils way

Back in his kindergarten, in hindsight, loved him
As they drove through the wash of first blushing
Hurricane; They could say they understood him
Far to the bottom of a homeless estuary where

They could dimly perceive him, nuzzled by their
Dogs in the alluringly mysterious mask overshadowing
The well-drooped economics of the pet cemetery
Fallen into tin bouquets and overly rouged spinsters

Resembling famous aunts and misspelled heroines;
There in the recoiling surf, in the last hours before
Closing, he wore a crown of peacock feathers and
Danced ever so strangely, though with the airtight

Presumption suiting his position; swimming in captivation
With a school of well thought after fish, who metamorphosed
Into clandestine relatives, and various lugubrious
Politicians by cherry blossomed dates on the Chinese calendar.

3, White Cherry Blossom © Christopher Tye

White Cherry Blossom
Behold the joy of spring,
As white cherry blossom blooms,
For it will be over soon.

4, From The Cherry Blossoms © Satish Verma

Not asking, was most difficult, from
the magma, to send a hot spring. It was
a classical translation of the pain in winter
of human spell, in a temple festival.

The space widens between us, between
our thighs and absences, while studing
the red roof of the landscape, where blood
had dripped from the cherry blossoms.

I say to mother earth, where the border
begins between your breasts and foeticide.
Warriors were becoming monks or priests
were learning the art to kill.

This road is not going anywhere.
The interval between matter and time
links to movement of grief. The ahead
is tomorrow under siege. Sun is refusing
to melt the snow on mountains.

5, Double Cherry Blossoms © Masaoka Shiki

Double cherry blossoms
Flutter in the wind
One petal after another.

6, Cherry Blossoms Tanka © Chenou Liu

she and I
look at cherry blossoms
happily
and yet something between us
begins to fade

7, Cherry Blossoms © Glen Kappy

The blossoms fall
and then the cherry.
Before resurrection
comes the bury.

8, Scented Mysteries In Cherry Blossoms © Terence George Craddock

dream dreams of perfect days
a perfect life silent souls drink in
scented moments in pink flowers

9, A Day With Cherry Blossoms © Jez Brul

A long array
of cherry blossoms
marching in the daylight
are shimmering
in white, pink and fuchsia.

And as they pass
through where I stand,
they stop:
To caress my open palms;
And whisper, “I love you”
while exuding scents
that say, “Forget me not”.

10, The Cherry Blossom © Deep Dark Soul Poet

In the quietness of the dawn,
There is silence across the lawn,

The lonely Cherry Blossom tree,
Lets the last of the flowers free,

Like a simple tear is wept,
The memory of blossoms are swept,

A carpet of pink petals adorn the ground, like pink snow,
Cover the patch where the strawberries are found to grow,

The children saunter out into the dawning day,
Visions of endless summer holidays of play,

The numbness of peace is shattered by laughter,
The plump sweetness of the fruit they’re after,

Through the innocent layer of soft pink they plough,
Reaping all the juicy red fruit the plants will allow,

Blood red sticky juice dribbles down the chin,
And the fun of the day can begin,

Without a thought the fruit is consumed,
Not a thought for the air perfumed,

The innocence of a child’s desires,
Are as tall as the trees highest spires,

Gone in a minute is the humble offering,
Gone, until the beginning of a new spring.

The Cherry Blossom whispers quietly in the wind,
A single child noticed, and grinned,

In the quietest voice; ‘Thank you’ she says,
‘Ill be back for more next year’ she preys,

All this time the tree is swaying,
Like its own way of saying,

11, Cherry Blossom © Randy McClave

I stare out at the cherry blossoms
In marvel and joy I watch them bloom
Then they burst out with their effloresces
As though awaking from mother nature’s womb,
And there I watch awestruck and in wonder
As though GOD splashed paint upon each branch
Through beauty, and only for beauty I cry a tear
As the blossoms explode in a pink and red avalanche.
No more beauty and wonder could one man ever see
Than watching the cherry blossoms upon a tree.

12, Raindrops And Cherry Blossom © Puti Ira

i am the raindrops to your cherry blossoms
I only try to add to your perfection,
and give you strength
take my droplets as the purest affection
but i am banished when the skies turn blue
are you hoping that i will continue raining?

13, Cherry Blossom Trees © Lewis Jian

Cherry blossoms are lovely to see,
yet fortunately
the trees never complain
that butterflies breeze in freely
to drink up all the nectar
and bees to steal all the pollen.
One day, if they do,
I assure you
it’s not the sweet delectable cherry
that’ll be on my mind
but a dreamy poetic Eden
their floating petals conjure up.

14, The Story of the Cherry Blossoms © Asanka Akash Sovis

Cherry blossoms fall with the gentle breeze that flow
The grass is green with the soft fallen dew
And the sky is blue with white clouds move slow
A wonderful site to admire until now

Burning cinder bright fires aglow
Then sun lose the battle with the smoke sallow
The grass turn red with every drip that flow
Still the cherry blossoms fall gentle and slow

Crack and boom the earth rattle with furrow
Men in their youth running fast while bellow
None would notice the chap laying below
With a photograph and a rifle he lay silence bestow

No moving he makes no breathing he allow
The rifle is empty much like his eyes which glow
With tears of sorrow, pain no one will ever know
For his lips are tight, forever to disallow

The photograph, crunched light in his grip mellow
In it a woman smile such beauty she endow
And in the back of it lay these words escrow
‘Please return back, I love thee evermore’

15, The Cherry Blossom © Christopher Decker

Glistening breaks the sunlight
About your rosy face.
Every limb – how finely created!
Your body – arouse flames.

Grown up on the branches,
Far from the common rest.
Lower handle removed;
Splendor of yours, dreams promised.

If even you fall to earthly spheres,
True Heart holds you in honor.
Only worthy is blend with you –
Now united with your love.

16, Springtime © Clive Norman

Spring is in full swing
As love floats gently, in
Upon refreshing, enthusiastically warming
Southerly breezes.

Cherry blossoms falling, white snowdrops from the skies
Fragile, twirling pink, confetti wings
Dancing through the day, to the ever-sensuous joys
Of a rapaciously anticipated, romantic springtime in May.

Romping and frolicking
In the tempestuous summertime hay
Listening to the charming delights
Of the heartfelt, Nightingales merrily sang, evening song.

Inflaming insatiable, and enviable passions
Of eternally flowing streams of love
My cherished, one and only
When everyday echoes of springtime fragrances, blossoming into incessant dreaming of you!

17, Under the Cherry Blossoms © Alexander Bentley

And suddenly everything made sense
just like sitting under the cherry blossoms
on a fine spring morning as they came to life

18, Cherry Blossom © Jorge Styles

Short lived, cherry blossom, yet known for its beauty.
Although temporary, it’s beauty leaves an impact
While being we can learn from the cherry blossom
because life is short, we need to find our bloom.

As its life won’t last long, the cherry blossom is
remembered for the short time in bloom,
not the rest of its life developing it’s beauty.
Let us stand out, be a sight to see

And like the cherry blossom, we find our shine.
Let us be remembered for our bloom.

19, Cherry Blossoms © Anonymous

Fluttered wings of a
butterfly, sway as
feathered branches sweet
nectar blow in the
breeze …A hummingbird
flies sings your song
As the cherry blossom tree
stands still as the roots are
deeper, blooms in the
Spring, winter slowly fades
away… Thirst for rain wets
my lips, as cherry
blossoms fall from the
branches, swaying in
petals of sweet bliss

20, Cherry blossoms © Toi Derricotte

I went down to
mingle my breath
with the breath
of the cherry blossoms.

There were photographers:
Mothers arranging their
children against
gnarled old trees;
a couple, hugging,
asks a passerby
to snap them
like that,
so that their love
will always be caught
between two friendships:
ours & the friendship
of the cherry trees.

Oh Cherry,
why can’t my poems
be as beautiful?

A young woman in a fur-trimmed
coat sets a card table
with linens, candles,
a picnic basket & wine.
A father tips
a boy’s wheelchair back
so he can gaze
up at a branched
heaven.
All around us
the blossoms
flurry down
whispering,

Be patient
you have an ancient beauty.

Be patient,
you have an ancient beauty.

21, Cherry blossoms © Ren Williams

I am nothing and everything
but never in between
the green buds or the dead leaves
but never the cherry blossom.
And that’s okay.
She is the whole bright bloom
the cherry blossom incarnate,
consistant and whole
even in moments
when her joy is fleeting.
I am whole too.
Home amoung the petals
and spring breezes.
This isn’t in between,
it doesn’t have to be.
She does not follow
does not lead
let’s her heart go where it must
there is no choice,
and that’s okay.
We’re born fractured sometimes
coming together eventually
even after the longest life.
We can be whole
even if just for a little while.

22, Painting Cherry Blossoms © James George

Waiting patiently, cherry blossoms
bloom only when they’re ready.

Sometimes in some places,
the blossoms come in February.

In other locations, it is late March
or in early April.

They’re not all alike because
cherry trees come in varieties.

Some blossoms are pinker
than others.

Today, I studied some early
bloomers and how they appear.

The blossoms on these trees
are white with a red center.

That makes them appear
pink from a distance.

23, The Cherry Blossom Wand © Anna Wickham

I Will pluck from my tree a cherry-blossom wand,
And carry it in my merciless hand,
So I will drive you, so bewitch your eyes,
With a beautiful thing that can never grow wise.

Light are the petals that fall from the bough,
And lighter the love that I offer you now;
In a spring day shall the tale be told
Of the beautiful things that will never grow old.

The blossoms shall fall in the night wind,
And I will leave you so, to be kind:
Eternal in beauty, are short-lived flowers,
Eternal in beauty, these exquisite hours.

I will pluck from my tree a cherry-blossom wand,
And carry it in my merciless hand,
So I will drive you, so bewitch your eyes,
With a beautiful thing that shall never grow wise.

24, My Cherry Blossom… © Manan Sheel

A gentle pink,
that quietly dissolves
in the white of a cloud,
taking away its urgent
peace, yet, making it lovelier –
my cherry blossom,
you are a flower
that everyone
loves…

25, Cherry Blossom… © Writer Next Door

The heart shaped Cherry Blossoms fall on her head,
Like May rain when its time for the mangoes to ripen and sell.

It also falls on the glittering water, like diamonds they scatter,
Creating rainbow hues, blues, and deja vu’s.

She sticks the petal in her notebook,
She carries it everywhere,
Carried it for a very long time.

And as she gazed at the little pink petal,
She felt faint sorrow, moderate happiness and slight tranquility.

She closed the book,
Clutching it to her chest,
And recalling the memories that had once been played very well.

She shed no tears,
But her heart was far away,
More like in another universe,
Searching for him,
Anticipating him,

Like a cat looking out for its master,
But soon forgetting who its master was.

26, Cherry Blossom © Inspired Violin

The cherry blossom
Petals softly hit the ground
Blowing through the wind
Bouncing across the pavement
Next spring they will bloom again

27, Cherry Blossom Winter © Hereinmyheart

On blooms of cherry blossoms crystals sit
As lovely of a site the snow on flowers,
And all that’s around completely covered.

Nothing left bare, all in sight was covered,
Inside I watch out my window and sit,
And marvel, all I see on these flowers.

On top tall trees now barren from flowers,
To wait a winter’s end, snow all covered,
A squirrel looked around nearby he will sit.
As lovely blooms sit, flowers snow covered

28, The Cherry Blossom © Ever Grateful

walking in a world of barren fields
where crimson evening
heads for a pillow of ashes,
draping tired shoulders
in sheets of metal gray
while posts line up
with flashes of lightning,
as the shutter captures a plant
shrouded in the ink of the pen,
mirroring grainy reflections of salt,

he pictures the morning orange,
dawning on the retina,
as he rolls up the blinds,
gazing upon the pinch
of branching out,
a cherry blossom he sees,
where shoring strands hug the land,
ballerinas dance under the sun,
dressed in steps of spring,
the green grass grows

29, Lost in Cherry Blossom Rain © EnviousKaleidoscope

I quiver looking at those parts that remain untouched
I feel your caress, slow gentle almost an afterthought.
My knees liquify, and all my senses fade.
I kiss the base of your neck.

The smoothness of your skin playing on all my desires.
Your scent sultry like cherry blossom rain .
I can almost taste my arousal on the air.
“You’re beautiful my Venus, you are the center of my world.”

I murmur intimately in your ear.
“You’re the only one who matters love.”
I massage your bosom pulling you in closer,
as if to absorb you into my skin.

I speak against your lips my heart’ s true words.
“Reality isn’t real anymore.”
You kiss me deeply, gripping my back.
“I love you with everything I have.” Is your reply.

“That’s all I’ll ever need.”
We lay together molding into one.
Watching all the worlds lights go out.
I fall asleep in your arms hoping to never awake from this dream.

30, Yosa Buson © Buson

Drinking up the clouds
it spews out cherry blossoms –
Yoshino Mountain.

Wind blows
they scatter and it dies
fallen petals

Petals falling
unable to resist
the moonlight

Sakura, sakura
they fall in the dreams
of sleeping beauty

31, Cherry Blossom Blues © Meals

You continue to impress me with your words,
moreover, your heart–
Like the longed roses in my life.
The fact that we are not to talk any more
scares the hell out of me.
Like giving up what’s more than precious…
As cherry blossoms falling.

Being in the clouds seems over.
My feet are back on ground to trod yonder…
A life– Maybe full of strife–
This life
That’s still hoping.

32, God’s Cherry Blossom © Agazeley

As I watched the cherry blossom raining down
It formed a pink carpet on the ground
And as the wind tugged blossoms from the tree
I felt sure that God was standing there by me

I turned my head but all I could see
Was another stunning cheery tree
Adding to the sea of swirling flowers
That was testament to Gods amazing powers

But I felt sure that God must be nearby
If not on the ground then perhaps in the sky
On impulse I search the clouds but he wasn’t there
Then suddenly I realized – he was everywhere

The instant it struck me – I couldn’t help but smile
And both God and I – just stood and watched a while
Then as we watched the petals tumbling across the lawn
I realized – God had been with me since the day I was born

And now – whenever I witness a glorious sight
Like sunrise, rainbows or halos around the moon at night
I instinctively know I am not there alone – and I say a prayer
For now God and I enjoy his creations – as a pair

33, Kobayashi Issa © Haiku Guy

cherry blossoms scatter–
snap! the buck’s antlers
come off

without regret
they fall and scatter…
cherry blossoms

cherry blossoms
fall! fall!
enough to fill my belly

cherry trees in bloom–
warmed by a brazier
blossom-gazing

34, Basho Matsuo © Edo Era

A cloud of cherry blossoms;
The temple bell,－
Is it Ueno, is it Asakusa?

How many, many things
They call to mind
These cherry-blossoms!

Very brief –
Gleam of blossoms in the treetops
On a moonlit night.

A lovely spring night
suddenly vanished while we
viewed cherry blossoms

35, Masaoka Shiki © Shiki

The cherry blossoms:
Being ill, how many things
I remember about them

Scatter layer
by layer, eight-layered
cherry blossoms

Moon at twilight
a cluster of petals falling
from the cherry tree

cherry blossom petals
blown by the spring breeze against
the undried wall

36, Painting Cherry Blossoms © James George

Waiting patiently, cherry blossoms
bloom only when they’re ready.

Sometimes in some places,
the blossoms come in February.

In other locations, it is late March
or in early April.

They’re not all alike because
cherry trees come in varieties.

Some blossoms are pinker
than others.

Today, I studied some early
bloomers and how they appear.

The blossoms on these trees
are white with a red center.

That makes them appear
pink from a distance.

37, Cherry Blossoms © Noel Digma

In the Autumn moments of my life
Struggling for care and love
Senseless and one click may die
Like heaven and earht got collide
To persist is nothing, success have just gone.

Then the day comes
Girl of cherry blossoms came into my life.
With cryptic appearance, but a fragile and ephemeral.

The plum blossoms in me got started.
Even though my heart act like subtle.
Like treasuring fleeting moments.
Because life is so short, telling me that it should not be wasted.

Loving her is the greatest thing for me.
Not to be love in return is okay just to make her smile and have her laughter.

For me theres nothing to do, just to love her and let my heart go.
Suddenly one thing came into my mind.
Asking……Does she really change my life?
My eyes and lips answered yes and smile.

38, Cherry Blassoms © Shimizu Nozomi

Cherry blassoms in full bloom
making this park most flourish
with their soft sweet petals.

The brighter the cherry blossoms,
the fresher the green of the grasses.

The season that has changed everything
into something new,
the season that has attracted people
who have ever lived.

Some are laughing
with their happy voices
soaring into the blessed sky.

Some are thinking of
its too short prosperity
that passes in an instant
like a spring breeze.

39, Cherry Blossom Season © Silent Siren

Silver bell voice and marble skin
Thought of only as a prize to win
Clockwork doll, on command would spin
Ought she bear the brunt of their sin?

Broken once and careful twice
Trusted again and paid the price
As sure as the sun in east does rise
Yet every time she’s caught by surprise

Somehow by an unknown force ethereal
The chips in the marble more beauty reveal
Her soul shining through her wounds appeals
To the heart of many though she tries to conceal

Abused at the hands of many since dawn
At dusk still pure as the day she was born
Will there be solace for her heart forlorn
The cherry blossom season will soon be gone

40, Cherry Blossom © Ang Singh Ran

I’m standing beside
You’re favourite tree
As the wind blows
Softly across my cheeks

The breeze sends down leaves
And different shades
Of blossoms
Pink white and creams

Almost like you encouraged
Then to fall and land
At the foot of my feet

To show me even though
You are far away
Lost inside
Past dreams
Of you and me

You are still close enough
To send me bloomson
From the skies
And heavens above.

Oh my sweet love
Gone departed
But still remains
Close beside me.

41, Beneath A Cherry Blossom Tree! © American Nature

One afternoon late February, the earth
was weeping beneath a cherry tree;
braving months of cold & storms,
how tired had become she…

From below her frosted face,
her anguish was breaking out,
“Till when?” – Constantly, her frigid soul
made that one aching shout.

In her melancholy, she had not
looked up, for several days past;
with no hopes left in her heart,
she looked above for one time last

At that moment, she saw pristine clouds,
and a shimmering sunlit day.
Gracious mild breeze blew, and oh,
in the air, that cherry tree did sway!

Delicate pink angels then
descended from the sky.
“Spring is coming!” – whispered
they gently, blushing and shy!

42, The Cherry Blossom Tree © Klance Shipper

Upon the spring cherry blossom tree, I see the winged bee
Upon the waves of pink and white, I can’t help but love the night.
The cherry blossom so petite, the cherry blossom you can’t defeat.
Upon the tree so high, the dawn finally draws nigh
The wind stirs with magnificent air
Making a sound, I wouldn’t dare
So delicate, so serene, chaos could never be foreseen
But, what the beauty outside can tell
The darkness within rings a knell

The beautiful disguise of the cherry blossom lies
The darkness within is truly unseen, but I pray for revelation, to Athene
The blossom of death, why is that the brand of a natural beauty that
takes your breath?
Am I such a wretched person that cannot fathom benevolence
Is everyone not whom the claim to be?
Can a women with the heritage of a goddess inside of her
Be a demon of whom speaks the devil’s slur?
Can I trust my mother who is benevolent and kind
Yet can’t seem to escape the debt from her mind?

It’s become difficult to trust the sweetness of my eye
I doubt the flower of death once I know it tells the lie
Not all of man is whom they claim
and now the beauty lies in a flame
With this knowledge now inside my head
The image is broken and now is dead.

43, Cherry Blossoms © Linda Winchell

Cherry blossoms on the tree,
Their scent of sweetness is divine.
There are grapes and berries in the woods,
Springing forth upon their vines.

To pick and taste their sweetness,
Is like none you’ve ever known.
Now I don’t remember planting them,
It must be something God has grown.

I best not eat them all at once,
And save a few for you.
My tongue is colored with their juices,
And my fingertips stained of darkest blue.

I have enough in my basket,
So I’ll go make a pie or tart.
And invite you over to share with me,
What was harvested from God’s heart.

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