Sunflowers don’t just represent loyalty, faithfulness, steadfastness. Sunflowers are always blooming toward the sun, creating a flashy beauty and a desire to shine in the sky. Thus, sunflowers are used a lot for wedding decoration, as gifts and ornaments for many special occasions.
This large flower, with yellow petals surrounding a dark, brown or purple round disc, belongs to a group with the scientific name Helianthus which is joined by two Greek words: “helios” means the sun and “anthos” means the flower. These flowers are always facing the sun. Nowadays, sunflowers are considered a symbol of warmth, worship, faith and hope in love, always toward the brightest things.
Sunflower is a joyful and happy kind of flower, you can see these flowers at any time of the year. And with the profound meanings, speciality and peculiarities of sunflowers that are added to the sunflower poems written about loyalty, steadfastness and the desire to reach out and shine in the sky.
She loves to walk in sunflowers…surrounded by the mountains and the trees
Where stretching out in all directions…sunflowers are all you see.
She loves to touch the baby sunflowers…still developing…still quite small
And stand dwarfed by the adults…the ones over six feet tall.
She thinks there are more to sunflowers than our eyes will let us see.
She thinks perhaps her sunflowers are more like you and me.
“What if, ” she asks, “when two sunflowers looking across an open field
What if the love that’s housed within their stem, when their eyes meet, is revealed? “
“We know sunflowers move.” she says. “because they all turn toward the sun.
So isn’t it possible if they want to be together…sunflowers might also run?
“Run…veiled by the dark of night…no matter what the weather…
Run into each other’s arms…just to be together.”
“Look how some of them are hugging.” She says, making her point with ease.
“Look how many of them are smiling as they dance together on the breeze.”
“And tell me you can’t feel it….their happiness…their bliss…
When you’re lucky enough…when you get the chance…to see two sunflowers kiss.”
“It’s a feeling”, she says, “I wish I could bestow on every girl and boy…
How when you walk among the sunflowers…you can’t help but share their joy.”
We have different reasons for loving a walk in sunflowers…
she…for the emotions that they stir
My reasons is a little more selfish…
I love walking in them…with her.
2, Sunflowers by David Wood
Will Gauguin like them in his room?
Even van Gogh said he was mad about
Gauguin even painted van Gogh
Painting his sunflowers.
Those sunflowers, the cycle of life.
From those buds to showing maturity.
Then death in its final epitaph not on
A gravestone but on the canvas.
Spiky twisted stems that epitomise
Life in the raw.
Of green sepals and bristling seed heads
That speak of the passion of life.
But Gauguin didn’t stay; van Gogh
Frustration seen in the melting gold flowers.
It’s just rimpling,
pimpling on the surface,
no storm, no danger
only grays beget the days,
find ways to make
all seem slower,
its the grower
in your head
that makes you dumb,
numb and sad
and it’s true
that snipers do
crawl into you
into the sky,
you would have
they weren’t there
then you take
a nipple more
-you know damn well-
down into hell.
4, Sunflowers Spin by Saiom Shriver
Sunflowers spin to
catch solar perfection
and to mirror the sun’s
They swivel their
heads to catch
as he with his
does them array.
5, Sunflowers by Satish Verma
A preacher was shedding
for burning hills.
Pinned up on tongue
was a slogan.
Death for all sunflowers.
Draped in blood
who was trespassing
the sickle moon?
I cannot raise the mist
where you stand naked
Somebody has killed
the pathological god.
I am starting a new kitchen.
6, Sunflowers by Christopher Tye
Sunflowers immortalised by Van Gogh,
Unified fields of golden hues in a vase,
Now worth millions to the rich art collectors,
Fortunately the rest of us know it’s true value,
Lofty plants grown by youngsters for competition and fun,
Oils for cooking and spreads for breads,
Welcome sign of high summer,
Ecological surprize a flower that’s so much more,
Reflecting the Sun’s golden rays,
Seeds loved by wild bird’s in our gardens.
Standing tall with obese faces
but such slender stemmed graces
often staked to fend off hastened
violent winds of spring.
Below and in their places
with budding faces grin.
And all are smiling and thinking
of such nice places as
warming sunshine brings.
But what they love
and sets them blushing
with finest blooming buds
that will surely blossom,
is a gentle light winged
goddess sipping from their
not overlooking any places,
with flapping coloured wings.
8, Sunflowers by Donal Mahoney
No one has to teach a field
of sunflowers how to worship.
Before dawn in high summer
their necks are bent
in silent prayer like monks.
But as the sun comes up
sunflowers rise as well.
At noon they adore the sun
the way monks in pews
adore the Host at elevation.
Listen and you may hear
sunflowers sing Alleluia!
They have kept me company,
when all the world went away
went on with it’s all too busy day
With their heads peering into my solitude
Opening up boxes, long ago packed,
their sunny-side-up golden faces
pulling at the ripcord
that tethered me to sadness
released the refreshing petals
of promise and pretty…
Simple, the strokes of genius,
gifted, the grand illusion
that all was well,
within it’s proper place
and pointless, for me,
to question, what comfort gained
They have kept me calm,
when wind tore at my every wall
they, well rooted, held my ground,
in simplistic splendor…
my savior, serene
While sitting one day in my garden
writing things I’d like to say
a little girl of five or six
came asking if I’d like to play
The little girl tugged at my sleeve
and beckoned me to go her way
her blue eyes pleading, please forgive me
I just need some company
‘My name is Sarah’, ‘what is yours’?
‘this is where I used to stay’
‘you remind me of my father
just before he went away’
She looked neglected in a frocked dress
from a style of yesterday
running barefoot, giggling, laughing
wishing me to come and play
Bewildered I stood watching, waiting
then she threw a ball my way
I stumbled forward trying to catch
this tied up ball of rags and hay
We played pass and then she asked
if she could have some lemonade
I gave my glass and on the grass
we compared daisy chains we made
She placed her garland round my neck
I did the same and then she said
you’re such a friend, can I come back
and play with you another day
I said of course as she stood up
she kissed my head and ran away
into some sunflowers I had planted
by the pond one summer’s day
Now and then when in the garden
I hear her giggle as she plays
behind the sunflowers near the pond
that gently sway on summer days.
11, The Sunflowers by Francis Duggan
The sunflower petals open to the sunshine
So tall and graceful and lovely to behold
Seen at their best in prime months of the summer
One can’t mistake them in their blooms of gold.
The sunflowers in full bloom are things of beauty
Some of them even over five foot tall
And of all the pretty flowers that bloom in Summer
The sunflowers are the loveliest of all.
By well known artists sunflowers have been painted
Some marvellous paintings of them i recall
But the flower that blooms so lovely in the summer
Will sadly lose her beauty to the fall.
Some people like roses and others like geraniums
And some like the flowers on the camellia tree
And some like marigold and rhododendrons
But the sunflower still the number one for me.
The sunflowers bloom in the warm days of summer
Their beauty never fails to catch the eye
The butterflies are flitting in the garden
And the sun is brightly shining in the sky.
Yellow and crowned
With the violet
At the middle
Big and bulging
Cast towards the sun,
The rising sun,
The strong sun
The yellow, yellow
Violet crowned sunflowers.
13, Cougar Sunflowers by Mark Heathcote
It withers; shrivels like a burnt sunflower
It rolls its head in the long shadows hiding
But that’s not, enough, I need more gunpowder!
I need more in my life. No good, subsiding-
I need fireworks daily, need passionate lips
Pressed to mine, I need a furnace, hot burning
A life companion – I don’t give internships…
If you think you’re the man, it’ll need, confirming:
Because I’m still searching, and Lord, knows I’m no
Spring chicken, my minds all confused now young man
You’ve got my heart feeling like well-kneaded dough
I’m putty in your hands don’t you know, door jam-
Your future, don’t turn your back on me, I’m yours
Come; pretty sunflower lolling, in the shade
I’ll show you the sun, so make your overtures
I need fireworks are you young don’t be afraid.
14, Giant Sunflowers by Smoky Hoss
Made of light
and rousing grace
brilliant and bright,
of pure delight –
Corollas with soft smiles
glowing upon stretching fields
that go onward for miles and miles,
standing firm and upright
in ranks and files –
Fresh as clean country air
faces to the sky
wind caressing their petaled yellow hair,
these the tall gaurdians of beauty
with stalks so strong and heads so fair –
They are summer’s kings and queens
enchantingly dancing bold and royal
far and wide across a field of dreams,
here upon this hill for hours I shall sit
embracing this ethereal scene –
finds the sun
much to love
dawn till dusk
moves to where
the sun has been
a pair of lovers
snuggling to where
it matters most
gives his all to
a faithful mate
who never shies
away from him
in your bossom
too is a sunflower
twiriling in sequence
to you for every
of our needs,
savour every scent,
the source of both
evoking a sensual
iresistible for us
despite the distance
laid out between us
i hold on to you and
bow to nature as it
tells us in its firm
and tautly onto
it is our hearts
If you stare long enough at a painting of Van Gogh’s sunflowers
The heads turn into a pride of lions with fiery manes
Or Catherine wheels whirring in break neck agony
cc-crack, cc-crack, cc-crack
They are all consuming suns
Swallowing galaxies of onlookers
They are venomous sea anemones
They are explosions of pus
All are cut off from the living
Dying in their yellow beauty
Their petals like loose teeth rattling in a painted skull
Image, and the power of the image
Like a spark in a tinder box
Exploding within the mind’s imagination
17, Sunflowers Tanka by Mamta Agarwal
As the Sun rises,
Sunflowers lift their faces
Some miss the soft light of dawn;
Bats fear, run for dark haven…
18, Sunflowers by Edward Kofi Louis
In your sunflower fields.
Rising up from the east;
Shining on your sunflower fields,
After watering your fields!
To let the seeds grow.
We need the sun;
We need them;
And, to respect the muse of the farmers.
With my turkey-bone whistle
I am calling the birds
To sing upon the sunflowers.
For when the clouds hear them singing
They will come quickly,
And rain will fall upon our fields.
20, Sunflower Lover by Eldritch Hymn
When the sun comes out, the sunflowers are awake
The cotton candy skies are colored with ocean blue
The birds starts to sing their lyrics
The bats retreat to their caves
The wind whispers to everyone
The people start greeting each other
The boy is falling in love
The girl starts to have it as well
The old man plays his guitar
The other man sings to its fine tune
The shy guy enjoys his jazz music in his room
The mediocre girl is hanging out with her friends
But that’s about it
That’s all I can see with my eyes
People having their good morning
Especially those who smell the sunflowers first
Those sunflower lovers
They dreamt it all
21, The Sunflower by Ruwan Wijerathne
A bit large in size
With lots of thin long petals
In bright yellow colour
Face to face with sun
Even when bee buzzing
The same sun
But, Sun see the back
Not the face
22, Sunflowers by A.M. Luckart
A quiet moment within the dark moist earth,
A desire for light, to the sun we burst forth,
We soak up the sun and reach for the stars,
But clouds over cast, into darkness we stretch our arms,
A little rain and the light reappears,
Refreshed and careful, the darkness we fear,
Growth ignites but a weed takes it form,
We kill it but deeper into the earth we squirm,
The sun giving us strength now proud we stand tall,
The wind begins to blow fright causing us to stall,
Humility breaking surface we see the whole view,
Now grateful for our faults, for in them our roots grew.
23, Sunflowers by Eliza Segiet
In the head was born a garden,
which still awaits for the smell.
What a beautiful one,
flowered in a harmony of colours.
Behind the enchanted gate,
open to sensation
two drooping heads
of ripe sunflowers.
Bowing down likely
to love drifting in the distance.
shut the enchanted gates,
that the garden can be made up,
has to be felt.
24, Another Chapter by Enchanting Aesthetic
‘Come hither to me’, says the sunflower
To the dancing wind, her shifty lover
And he sways with her in his embrace
Feather light with swan like grace
That one sunflower who was not obsessed
The sun that had them all oppressed
Locked in an eternal dance
Denied even a wayward glance
Took her a while to break the trance
And now she is free to dance
With the wind, her new found lover
Who had ruffled many a flower
The wind like the sun is an eternal force
Too soon the time would come to close
This chapter of her life with remorse
Maybe she’ll come back as a rose
25, Polly the Sunflower Immortalized by Don Miller
Look at Polly displayin her charm.
Are the other flowers jealous?
As she flaunts her head around.
Now she hoverin’ over the fence.
Head so heavy it needs to bend.
A skinny neck; makes no sense.
A bonnet of long yellow pedals.
In the middle a big fat tasty brown nose.
Down by the lake, near the meadow.
“What’s goin’ on here?
Put that clipper away boy.
Is that clear?”
A bumble bee gave a peek.
Hummingbird nearby flapped its wings.
There were other flowers the boy could seek.
One-eyed sunflower Polly looked so pretty.
Awaited her fate with a brave yellow face.
This snippin’ she wasn’t ready.
Clip clop knock yourself out.
Ouch! Ouch! That hurt.
Polly wished she could shout.
Shell shocked shortened a little.
Was made to fit into a vase.
She wasn’t alone in the middle.
Lookin’ to her left and right.
She was seeing double.
In the same doomsday’s plight.
The moonlight filtered into the hall.
The house was quiet.
With her shadow on the wall.
26, Garden by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee
sunflower is not flower,
rather bunch of flowers
deprived ones don’t have any separate identity,
rather an united constructive force
27, The Sunflower by Ruwan Wijerathne
A bit large in size
With lots of thin long petals
In bright yellow colour
Face to face with sun
Even when bee buzzing
The same sun
But, Sun see the back
Not the face
28, Feel the Nature’s Touch by Cindy Rendon Acaso-Cagatan
Long to see the beautiful flowers
In the lovely garden of sunflowers
Love to breath the fresh air
When no one could ever fear.
The sweet birds singing on the trees
Nowhere to hear nowadays
The children laughing at the loudest
No one could hear them the simplest.
The nature’s touch slowly separates
The humanity is tattered indebts
No one is brave to explore out dates
What they have is to aim the safest.
People and nature have their space
On this era of pandemic disease
Everyone is afraid to expose to places
They want to stay at home as based.
Far from the nature’s touch simplify the mass
Address the issue as the horrible grass
Non sense to express the best trust
When no one could ever grasp.
Afterall we must be at the middle class
Sensing the seasons of no clash
Counting the messages we must
To feel the nature’s touch at last.
29, Helianthus by Angeli Alpha
My sun-kissed flower
Why have you gone away?
Without your hand in mine,
I waste my days away
I hold my pen up high
Towards the shining sun
But does it still matter
When love we held is done?
Once bloomed with life
Like gleeful golden bell
That rang on spring’s day
The day I first fell
Now wilted and dead
A flower I won’t smother
As she sways in the field
Her hand in another
30, When A Sunflower Wilts by Breccbairdne
Stay—beseeched to beauty
Time ticking, no taming
Shall decay the body
Such promises rushed
Shan’t left to be bygone
Yet, in words they remained
Behest to none became
Petals’n words worried
To heart no more hithers
To peace both be burried
Dear soothing sunflowers.
31, An Ocean of Sunflowers by Lewis Jian
Why have I been so unenlightened
that I haven’t planted
an ocean of sunflowers
on the inside
of this melancholic heart
There may be
once in a while
thunderstorms on earth
but they’re gone without fail
sooner than later
as those floating clouds
vanish in the sky
before you know it
Why am I so dumb
that I keep forgetting
to close both of my eyes
so as to be able to take a look
at those cheerful smiles
with the mind’s eye
when in deep despair
32, Poem Sunflower by Joseph Rehoboth Kwamena
Stand tall my sunflower,
Let the world see you,
My one and only,
You are so different,
I adore you,
My favourite flower,
Oh yes, so beautiful,
Among the flowers,
You are beautiful than all,
Smile for me,
Oh my sunflower,
Bright my sun,
Shine and never set,
Oh smile like never before.
33, Sunflower by Brittany Benko
Golden yellow and standing up to thirty feet high
Drinking up sunlight while growing towards the sky
Thousands of tiny flowers that can decontaminate soil
Used throughout history for food, meds, and oils
Symbolized with cheerfulness and loyalty
Brought to Russia by royalty
Needing lots of rays and room
Amber colored with a fatty perfume
A history of healing and have traveled to space
Sample a seed
They taste salty, yet great!
The center of the flower attracts many bees
On hot, summer days, they sway in the breeze
The bud of the flower faces the sun all throughout the day
No wonder this beauty is known to be bright and gay!
34, Oh Sunflowe 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!
35, Sunflowe by Rupi Kaur
they won’t be here for long
they still choose to line
their brighttest lines
36, 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!
37, Sunflowers by Sara Jewett
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.
38, 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.
39, 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!
40, The Sunflower Girl by Yellowaliens
Little sunflower girl
Dance in the glow of the sun
In the midst of the stars
And in the middle of the storm
Let your petals dance across universe
Giving light and warmth
To all the darkest places
That have not felt
The immense touch of love
41, Wild Beauty by Paula T. Calhoun
Whenever my sunflowers are in bloom
even if the sky is dark with clouds,
I can drape myself with floral light
and feel the warmth of summer sun.
Their rich meadow scent fills the air,
and towhees, cardinals and chickadees
delight in the snapping wealth of seeds,
eating their fill, spreading them ’round.
Each evening, on my garden stroll
I find fresh beauty to delight me.
The setting sun’s roseate, golden rays
draw my eyes to the modest, wee clover.
The shy clover blossoms, snowy white,
offer their sweetness to every sense,
delighting the eye, scent-calling the honeybees
who turn their essence to sweet nectar.
The bright and subtle attractions
of a wild summer garden
bring to each day their own peculiar and
wondrous, ever-new, inimitable joys.
42, Early Morning Start by Joseph Kushnir
toward the rising sun,
golden light showers
in the thick canopy
of yellow, orange, and red.
The old farmer,
tanned by daily
drags his grime covered
bucket behind him.
to harness strength,
and empties food
into the shared trough,
leaving a muddy mound.
The pigs circle round
the coal colored slop,
squeals oink with glee
for the only meal on the menu
the swine have eaten.
43, Sunflowers In My Room by Cass Casually
White walls now all is bright
Hanging around are fairy lights
The glowing reflections that I see
Calms the anxieties the day has brought me
Yellow, brown and standing tall
Such beauty laid against my walls
Sunny days or gloomy weather
Sunflowers make everything so much better
44, The Sunflower by Cas Mia
sat alone in the field,
surrounded by everything
but its own.
It lived far beyond
the stretch of its peers,
happily basking in the warmth of the sun,
cheerfully following when night settled in.
The sunflower, so loyal.
– filled with vibrance
to the soul.
Boldly, it clung its roots
deep within the soil,
by lilies and roses.
But never once has it feared,
its lonely stance
amongst the thorns
that shared the earth.
It fought for its right
to be right where it was
– standing right here
amongst us all.
45, Sunflower Soliloquy by Artyjules
Your golden heads like spirals as you stretch up to the sky,
Delighting with your sunny faces reaching up on high-
I feel a glow within my heart as sun does first arise,
Bathing earth in magic hues of gold to greet my eyes.
I stand here kissed by mornings’ light, and feel an inner ease,
The grass is softly dancing with a wisp of gentle breeze-
Delighted, I begin to dance, with music in my soul,
The colored glow of sunflowers bright, such beauty to behold.
The day begins to brighten as you idly turn my way,
Showing all your sunny faces, begging me to play-
I turn and spin a little bit, enchanted by the scene,
Refreshed by mornings glory, and the fresh, sweet flush of green.
I marvel at the spirals you display within your seed,
A matrix of geometry, a wondrous way to breed-
Van Gogh was captured by your form, and painted you with love,
In worship of his loving God who dwelt on high above.
If I could be an artist, even for a single day,
I’d love to paint your beauty in a most poetic way,
But as I stand alone right here, with not a soul around,
I bless your brilliant color, and the absence of all sound…
46, Sunny Sunflower by Anonymous
Sunflowers all different sizes
Line a garden wall.
Some are short and cheery
Others strong and tall.
Starting as a tiny seed
Growing quickly like a weed.
Whatever size they are, you see,
Each is special
Just like me!
47, I am a Sunflower by Margaretta Sackor
I wish I could be as vibrant and bold as a sunflower
Wish my petals could stretch towards the sun
in hopes of growing. I wish these pale painted
faces would stare in awh instead of disgust.
I wish I was as yellow as a sunflower
or maybe an oddly pink tone fleshed with red
I want my color to be praised not discussed
like dirt being picked out of fingers
I have come to the realization that I am a sunflower
Beautiful, bold, and magical
My brown petals stretch out from limb to limb
meeting at my bud with a smile so dazzling
and eyes small but fill with love and hope.
I am a sunflower in the boldest of ways possible
like coffee with no sugar no cream. I am loved like Jupiter
loves Juno, My brightness is appreciated like a full moon
at 12 midnight. I could fill a whole field with my petals
just for your grazing but you don’t deserve it.
I am a sunflower. What are you?
48, Sunflower Eyes by Valerie
Your eyes were like a sunflower
Comparable in beauty
With colors patterned
In the shape and design
Your eyes were like a sunflower
They drew me in
And swallowed me
Down into your heart where I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine
And my eyes were like a sunflower
Just like yours
But different in color
Contracting and eating your existence
This moment I cherish
Because your eyes hold so many secrets and
In that second of gaze connected by a line
I could see them all clearly without rose tint
I’ve taken off my pink hued glasses and
I see the world through clear thin glass
See it for what it is
Through your sunflower eyes
Fingerprints litter the glass
Making it difficult to see through to it’s beauty
Tainted by past hands
Even without the rose applied
Will we ever see the world for what it is?
If we look through sunflower eyes
49, My Sunflower by Gia
My sunflower he was.
Strong like a stalk.
Bright like the petals.
Radiating the vibrant energy he always held.
I would love to see you blossom just once more,
but instead I sit wishing for you to walk through that door.
I hate to see another year pass without you by my side,
But I know you are with me- you are my guide.
His sunflower I will be.
My sweet brother, please hold me tight, and remind me I can get through today
I will be strong & resilient because you wouldn’t accept it any other way.
I will lead a bright future for you to be proud of,
Because everything I resemble is your unwavering love.
I will radiate your energy- through each story & each photo I share
Because I will never forget, our bond was so rare.
My sunflower he was, his sunflower I will be.
50, Sunflower by Walterrean Salley
How radiant. A lovely sight
Glowing in the bold sunlight.
Love, peacefulness and mirth—
Giving joy upon the earth.
Sunflower. Unique you are.
Your beauty radiates afar—
Engaging the human race,
As always, with a happy face.
Lovely is the song you sing,
Its heartfelt melody to ring.
A song of beauty and of grace
Lends expression to the face.
How charming is the sunflow’r—
Adding zing to flow’r power.
51, Sunflower Susan by Oscar
Sunflower Susan, you’re a ray of kindness.
You help everyone, but your petals are wilting;
your yellow glow is fading and your stem is leaning.
Your campaign to help is now halting.
Sunflower Susan, grandmother, sister, aunt, mother,
you’re falling apart now and it’s hard for us all.
I feel angry. Saddened. Shocked.
Could this be history repeating itself? Cancer
rearing its ugly head to take another?
Sunflower Susan, you will keep growing.
You will keep strong, your stem never breaking.
Sunflower Susan, I have hope and faith that you
will survive. Sunflower Susan, please survive.
52, The Sunflowers 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.
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