Best Tulip Poems
Tulips
Gaily glowing
Adorning Mom’s garden
Nurturing two fat bumble bees
Graceful
a spring explosion
scatters tulips far and wide
beauty's hard to hide
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.
An endless memory we all have, for it has a purpose, a meaning
Questions bloom in our hearts as to why things happen the way they do
The path I walk truly takes me all around, smile and cries, doubts a few
But allow me to answer my question to you, can you hear me speaking?
I can still taste the light, the ugly bright that blinded the eye
I wept, a different place it was, cold and vast in size, and I no longer was alone
Another person held me high it seemed, and across she was my mother, O' joy was in her cry
New feeling came about, I felt weak to all, I no longer felt protected by the a wall of stone
Growing up was even harder, born into a poor family, my luxuries were limited, but I tried
Finding my self as the center of most jokes, I truly did drop my hear out and it cried
All along that road lost I was, with a million questions in mind, yet no one to seek for an answer
My dreams became my escape, the only strength I did have was hope her self all in anger
Life turns just as fast as it begins to walk its path
Little did I know it be I to feel a truly hurtful wrath
I saw many hearts shatter like glass falling on concrete into a thousand bits
Black hearts walk all over, purple they turn as life hits
Period. A new chapter, 21 years old a new me born
writer a poet? Born a servant? Born a writer? Born to write poetry in His service
A new path given to my feet, where it can walk free of pain from a thorn
Dreams follow, hope walks ahead, but my faith holds hands with my heart
A flower awaits, her petals ever so green
Beauty lives in her, astonishing sight, a more beautiful soul I have never seen
I a lost seed, wish to grow along her side as beautiful as she
A new heart, a new vision for darkpoet is dead, on his grave blossoms a purple tulip
Tulip Brigade
Dutch bulbs
Proudly lead the spring parade
Amid charming, twirling windmills
Imperative highlight of Neverlands
Among cobweb-free brick homes
Forward march please
Tulip brigade
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.
I kissed a Tulip in a hidden silent glen
On a sunny day a stranger led me hence
I laid upon the ground hand upon its’ base
The bulb was maybe six inches from my face
Fragrant and alluring yet insidious as well
I licked of its freshness consumed by the smell
Flesh colored light pink and barely bloomed
It stared back at me as I swallowed and swooned.
you blossomed like a yellow tulip
you set a fire in me and left
don't think that the autumn leaf is fallen in this vineyard
you took my heart into your hands and left
your eyes that look as if they belong to a timid gazalle
you flashed a lightening in my heart and left
your adorable words were sweeter than honey
you burnt the rose in my garden and left
there is a pain in my heart, i burn
you burnt the blood in my vein and left
day and night, i don't stop, i look for you
you dragged a poisonous arrow inside my heart and left
i have a wow, i can't love noone else but Him
your eyes are my earring, you pierced and left
i have a FINE heart, i can't say 'don't touch'
you shot a bullet in my heart and left
Immersed in a cup
Of scarlet and orange flames
He sips sweet nectar.
At first you see the flower fields
Of yellow, white or red,
Though soon machines will do their job
And clip each tulip’s head.
For that’s the way to save the bulbs
So they’ll be best for selling,
A fact that must make sense, I guess,
Since no one is rebelling.
But then you enter Keukenhof,*
A floral park so vast
It’s hard to comprehend how many
Tulips they’ve amassed.
The colors take your breath away –
You’re dazzled, awed, amazed;
And as you stroll, each vista’s better
Than where you’ve just gazed.
Varieties you’ve never seen
Are artfully arrayed,
With hyacinths and lilies
Intermittently displayed.
The tulips only bloom for weeks
So I was thrilled to visit
And get to view what Nature’s made
With palette so exquisite.
Such beauty’s there for all to see
But sadly, just a few
Will have the chance to make the trip
And get to tiptoe through.
*flower garden in Holland, known for their tulips
Deep in the land of the Cumberland
Where the moonbow blushes the sky
The tulip fairies were dancing
As the tune of the loon filled the sky
Dearest Nell Louise looked especially gay
In her skirt of dogwood blossom
So light on her feet and quite admired
By a wide eyed baby opossum
She danced through the night with her sisters
Her favorite was sweet Madeline
They swayed to the music of the night
While their suitors waited in line
Friend toad he did sing his heart out
He lent his bass to the loon
He wasn’t much for dancing
But oh how that froggy could croon
Before the dawn could creep
Back to their tulips they’d fly
They’d snuggle in tight in their cup homes
As the breeze rocked a sweet lullaby
Dedicated to Nell Louise Wise
In memory of Madeline Ainsworth
The tulips and daffodils
have bloomed en masse,
in the surrounding fields.
The tourists who came to
enjoy them, have gone away.
March and April brought
excitement to our ordinarily
placid lives, but we are glad
to get back to normalcy.
May is almost here and will
undoubtedly bring warmer days.
Our gardens will take over
the spotlight and the big fields
will be populated with large
farm machinery busily working
up the ground and with famers
planting other, less exotic crops.
It is a relief to be able
to take a quick dash to town
for groceries or supplies
without being held up by
clogged roads from the
cars of expectant visitors.
Our spring was exceptionally
early this year and many of
the flower hungry tourists
came too late to see them
in their highest glory.
Indeed, some of the blooms
had been topped already
by the diligent bulb growers.
In our yards and gardens,
lilacs are in bloom,
rhododendrons and azaleas
are coming into their full beauty
and perennial and annual baskets
are decorating our homes.
Peonies and Asiatic poppies
are blazing in the sun.
Our valley is still beautiful
and you are invited
to come again for a more
relaxed and less frantic visit.
Written: 4/25/16
A tulip petal
opens to reveal, show
a future, shining.
The tulip crop is in full bloom.
The cars have stopped for miles.
I watch in safety from my room.
Warm weather brings out smiles.
The cars have stopped for miles.
Passengers unload to see the flowers.
Warm weather brings out smiles.
Raptly they gaze for hours.
Passengers unload to see the flowers.
The colors are so entrancing,
Raptly they gaze for hours,
Until they know the time's advancing.
3/30/16
another rainy day
the tulip folding in
on itself