Best Bonsai Poems
Bonsai, tree-flower
Make me small enough
To sleep in your shadow
As I walked among the Bonsai Trees
Feeling no physical attraction at all
Figuring I had come this far
Why not
Give you a chance to be a 'WE'
I put my arm in yours
It felt ok
I was real
And I believed you were like Me...
Little did I know
How dark our walk would be
Many twists and turns
Keeping pace
Keeping face
Me not seeing a trace....
No mercy in your heart
Just greed on your part........
Jade Bonsai - Haiku
low light tolerant
wax green by black rocks landscape
small tree, giant dreams
Volcanic clay soil
Interwoven roots through rocks;
Pruned limbs reach for sun.
though old still virile
bent but untrained by the wind
bonsai beautiful
where white scented blossoms grow
your copper wired cane holds
You Texas Cuspidata!
Not you, and not a curse:
Taxus cuspidata, for Japanese Yew!
So, don’t confuse a plant with the Ibex
Ilex serrata – that’s Christmas Holly
Or Japanese Winterberry
Butterflies, butternuts, a Buttinsky?
Shut your eyes, it’s Conocarpus erectus
(Pastor here is only saying "Buttonwood" in Latin)
Meanwhile in nature, the pines of Japan
Are dwarfed like bottled thunder:
Pinus thunbergiana
The Christmas Spirit is perennial in China (?)
Schinus terebinthifolius
(Again, Latin for another plant: Christmasberry)
Try to bonsai gladly;
A creeper in your home or villa;
Haha! Bourgainvillea glabra
My dad called this beauty, Pride of India!
Myrtle set me right, but India won at the end:
Laegerstroemia indica
Neighbors, boyhood buddies, international relations?
Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry? No plant connection:
Just Hackberry named Celtis sinensis
(c) Modified 20170417, Deo. This poem was previously published in my book in 2005 (UnAmerican Education: Poetry and Politics, by Red Lead Press)
Immersed in his thoughts -
how to give it a shape - dreams,
Bonsai gardener ;
If I could place a banyan
over my heart - to take rest
(C) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)
dry and stiff,
still standing lifelessly on my coffee table,
pieces falling slowly below,
even in death the glow of my 19-inch TV comforts you,
even if I thought more chemical plant food would sustain you through my negligence.
"Plants need water!" my mom tried to say,
but I believed you looked fine,
pale green and vital.
My poor bonsai may not be living anymore,
but it will stay right where it is.
Standing gracefully next to my dead
aloe plant and the toenail clippers.
Form:
From a small little twig, grew a new seedling.
A slim and straight pine tree..leaves needling.
In evergreen make-up, it's branches spread.
Impatient to rise high, to clouds overhead.
But where is the woodland? Where is the snow?
Roots searched restless..a ground ..lost long ago.
A Bonsai Nursery.... fuzzied an occult vision,
Weeding and feeding ..in precise incision.
"Christmas is coming, what a booming business!.
Let's spruce up the firs... celebrate the Holiness."
Designer decorations of jingling bells
Baubles shining in the green leaf shells.
Cherries, berries, plums and apricots...
All in plastic...tinsels of polka dots.
Art wrapped in wreaths, Bonsai of Firs and Pines.
Creaked the Christmas trees..
Huddled in glittering lines.
No black-capped chickadees...
No icicles of snowflakes.
Only elegant delicate prunings...
Of outgrown heartaches.
A nemesis prays ," Oh ,Santa, Let us grow"..
A journey to the shops.. there they go....
A frosty zephyr... heavy hearted slow.
Dated 1st December,2018
Submitted to
Sponsor Constance La France
Contest Name Christmas Poems Old or New
Also Submitted to the Christmas Tree Poetry Contest
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton.
Saying much with less,
this Haiku hocus-pocus,
bonsai poetry!
inside a great, shiny armor
made with metals from everywhere
resides a little, cute tree
afraid of everything else.
the questions from inside
keeps him awake at night.
how can he be so quiet,
a heart so full of pride?
letting the mind occupied
and forgetting the heart so tired.
the perfection of the silence
makes him patient in suffering.
his prayers only to God
and nobody else knows his feelings.
flawless life of secrets,
secrets about I can only wonder.
oh, my young boy,
how much you can stay like that?
oh, my friend,
will you be like this forever?
I can only wonder...
the little plant inside your heart
desperate to grow, but never stronger
is this what they call art?
the scissors, the wounds,
the fire of a sound
a silent scream into the nothingness
where you left your feelings?
don't tell me you trade them
for a brief smile to hear lies
saying that you're alright.
Two bonsai trees
craving for clouds
a few handfuls of rain
spiky nuggets
crying wine glass
fasting salivas
all might drench
taking the wrench off
the frontal lobe
letting a sprout
lift it's face
calling lips
on pointed treetops
______________________
22 April 2022
Bonsai
You captivate me with the softness of your words.
Intellectual thoughts let me see your truth.
My heart beats faster inside your ozone.
My Bonsai Princess; my sweet unknown.
Only in your hands could I ever be brought to life.
Only with you at my side would I ever need to fight,
For I would protect you from all who would threaten.
I will be with you, through all that which I have no wish to mention.
Allow me to be your scissors of steel,
Against all enemies; against all who do not feel,
The love you ooze in the way that you move.
With you I am at last jealous-proof.
As water falls from bright blue skies,
You and I slide through the waterfall of life.
As we rise to our feet, our minds always meet.
You cannot disappoint as you always enrich me.
With perfect detail you describe your day,
As I scribe away. My words you say,
Are beautiful; my beautiful muse,
You are my only way.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Ancient sages said,
In their words;
There will be time,
Of bonsai world;
One eyed rulers,
Will always wish,
Their people blind;
Give less space;
Let grow in tiny pots;
Chop the extra growth,
Of awareness roots;
Feed less wisdom,
Than the needs;
Weak demos displays,
The strength of the reign;
Teach only to worship,
Extol the ruler's role;
So the bonsai world,
Has effortless rule;
© sadashivan nair
Golden bonsai tree
Supreme roots hold primeval
Atop of stone.