t'was a tulip like no other
drew me near
offered up the scent of summer
AP: 1st place 2025
Dow's Lake boasts a scenic park
with tulips by the hundred thousands
they bloom for all in springtime jubilee
that marks the launch of playful seasons
AP: 2nd place 2025
Written: March 21, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote": The bliss derived from the splendor of nature, adorned with a stunning variety of flowers is a delight for all the creatures that occupy this earth. By Poet
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A crimson tulip basks in the sun-drenched meadow
Luring a dancer dressed in a jewel state of ecstasy
Tender, an array of wings glides across Kismet Gate
Pirouettes with delight mutter on velvety petals
Sipping aromatic ambrosia amid the bloom
Soaring across the air, seeking honeyed nectar
Butterflies flutter over radiant flower shadow!
In the garden where the sun still shone,
A white tulip bloomed, silent, alone.
No seed was planted, no hand did sow,
Yet there it stood, a soft, pure glow.
Its petals kissed by morning dew,
A whisper of love, tender and true.
It bloomed for her, who once was here,
A symbol of grace, a sign so dear.
Through seasons’ change, it bent with time,
A quiet tribute in perfect rhyme.
No words were needed, no tear nor cry,
Just a tulip’s bloom beneath the sky.
A mother's love, though she is gone,
Lives on in the petals, so calm, so strong.
In my sister’s yard, the flower stays,
A reminder that love never fades away.
and when crickets croon our song in whispered tones,
find me within luscious reveries of tulip moons,
while stars swirl to the rhapsody of longing~
clouds burst lilac dust upon the burning skyline...
for even in your absence, I taste the firefly’s kiss,
caressing the infatuated skin of my seized canvas.
On December 20th I saw a red tulip growing on the side of my mother’s house. You could be forgiven for thinking that that’s no place for a flower to bloom; and I would likely agree. On the 22nd I decided to give her some water hoping she would grow despite the icy conditions surrounding her. On night of the 25th I laid with her in the dirt and wondered if she’d survive if I left her now on her own. The next day I began to carefully remove her roots from the soil and planted her in a pretty beige pot at home. Today she’s in bloom, tall and crimson.
Where is that tulip painter? Someone asked in a strange way.
Someone said, “Think I saw him on the sky wind today. “
Yesterday he was crawling out of an oak tree’s knothole.
He is a wise artist for sure, being helpful is his ultimate goal.
I am a delight to your garden, emerging strong and radiant
A neat eye-catcher behind the white picket fence
where chipmunks have spectacular panoramic views for miles
Don't miss my show time from November through April
I prefer a soft start of the season, melt your frozen winter heart
My family tree has long roots,the oldest bulbs originally belonged in Turkey
... long before I became a tulip bulbs
But since the dawn of time,there has never been anyone as me
I stand out with color and volume
A outstanding source of nectar for butterflies, bees and birds
and create your garden pollinator-friendly
I am a purple tulip that symbolizes the unconventional and adventurous
When is the totality,
for the city shake
of shoulders—
meant to pick a
tulip from its smile?
The moment she's pulled
from her planet
reveries— she writhes
and slowly droops,
her face, a blacking out
kind of hue.
For once on Terra firma,
she let the heaven in—
its color confidences;
and how our mind on dry
land would spin.
And by her cells wherever
they time; know her
comatose petals will all fall—
but she's someone else...
in shredded flight.
You call me a flower
But what kind?
Is it a yellow tulip? A cluster of warm sunshine and happiness?
Or maybe a Lily of the Valley? The tears I’ve shed for you made into delicate little milky white blossoms
Each petal carefully watered by the streams of water that run down my cheeks
Or am I an Aster? A small star, made from Astrea’s tears, so small and insignificant compared to the shining, sparkling gems that light up the night sky. Looking up at those ethereal jewels, never being enough. No wonder Astrea cried, I would’ve cried too.
Or am I a White Lily? My innocence and purity once so clean, as white as snow now forever tainted with your darkness. A dark, unremovable mark on the alabastrine flower, that will stay, no matter how much I try to get rid of it.
The Splendid Tulip
No other flower has been the cause of savor
There are 16th century tulips beds of every flavor
Oriental pigments suited for an exotic bouquet
Garden visitors buy tulips with pots made of clay
The sparkling tulip arranged in a basket
A layout of tulips found by a love one’s casket
A wish for variety of tulips never gets loss
Beautiful composition at the right cost
Red, yellow, white tulips of splendor
Tulips in the window not associated with gender
European vases for tulips with a long stalk
Splendid tulip scenery in the forest to take a long walk
newborn bulbs from sprouts
unfurl into green leaflets
a robin twitters
tulip buds will stretch
to greet the morning sunlight
colors of rebirth
2-14-2023
Spring Flower, Bird or Butterfly, Haiku x2 Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin
I have shared so much with you
in silence for over a year now
yet still you do not know me
You never will most likely
I am not the type of person
to whom you would give
the time of day or waste
a single moment considering
for there are more important
matters of the utmost urgency
awaiting your attention
people of more renown
to meet than a simple woman
wielding a poet’s pen
while pondering
an old tulip tree as she
observes in wonder
its pods pop open revealing
beautiful petals nature's brush
painted with splashes of orange
bordered by spring green
aware it’s her last opportunity
as it will be cut down
tomorrow morning
to make way for something new
though not necessarily better
as we all will be eventually
Laughing tulips caress my thoughts
pursuing my muse, forget me knots
Hues of vibrant roses, blushing gently
soothe my spirit, inspiring
gardens, smiling tender
Rain falls lightly, drizzling against soft buds
whispering affection from up above
where heaven pours out its nurturing floods
silencing blossoms of all but God's love
dancing daffodils
lemony joy so alive…
nature's vow of hope
A combination of forms Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
March 31, 2022
Used howmanysyllables.com to count syllables
I am intimidated by her tallness
How can I ever hope to climb her?
I like getting to the top, but this is ridiculous.
My daddy gives me a nod. You can do this, Kid.
I am not confident.
But she is so gorgeous, and calling me.
It is like she has chosen me, so I begin the climb, terrified.
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