Best Tulips Poems
O season of amber tulips, of yellow daffodils,
Of grinning verdant prairies, of cheery hills,
Of giggling, burbling streams rushing to seas,
Of fragrant breeze rustling passions of trees;
How scintillating is the glance of your smile,
O grandeur of beauty, how jovial is your style!
O vibrance of growth, of avid nascent moods,
Emerging anew boasting budding attitudes,
Stimulating twigs of maple, oak, sycamore,
Preening aura of leaves now brought to fore;
How rhythmically you sway melodies of spring
Attuning to love themes, fervid robins sing.
O inspiring season, how you thrill meadow,
Reviving glee, from demise of wintry throe
As vibes of romance in mating songs tiptoe
Echoing birds’ frolic, rekindling barren knoll,
Nesting in realms memories of yore cajole,
Where chirps of hatchlings your glory extol.
O season colorful, abloom in showy flowers,
How gaily you tap-dance with April showers
Buoying ardent dreams of bees, butterflies,
Luring spirits romantic of daydreaming eyes
Fixated mirthfully on picturesque springtime
Lauding in awe of your magnificence sublime.
February 25, 2023
Placed 2nd: In Bloom Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
The tulips in the vase,
a clan of lassies fair.
Their buds they hold the gold,
the pollen of their youth
and promise sunrise told,
the tulips in the vase,
they lounge in waisted glass
with petals kidskin sleek
in shades as warm as fire,
oh, glamor girls trés chic.
The tulips in the vase,
romantic redheads bloom.
Their teacup tepals filled;
ideas nouveau riche
with secrets sunset spilled,
the tulips in the vase
as Venus feeds their dreams.
Demure, in damsels’ dupe,
a still-life painting prop—
enslaved for art they droop.
Don’t try to straighten tulips, dear - they spread.
They lean and bend…they bump and crowd…infuse
Their sunrise glow - the perfect rainbow-red.
The priceless, Holland-choice, symphonic hues,
Impress a smile from lovers’ lips, a test.
They lean and bend. They bump and crowd. Infuse.
In comely youth, great happiness expressed -
Relinquished to the bulbous fate of time.
Impress a smile from lovers’ lips, a test.
The glass panel aflame - half-dozen rhyme
In partial sun. Such glory circumscribed,
Relinquished to the bulbous fate of time.
Across the morning sky, their light imbibed.
Each vibrant cup with verdant leaves adored.
In partial sun - such glory circumscribed.
When glimpsing life through glass, don’t bind with cord.
Don’t try to straighten tulips, dear - they spread.
Each vibrant cup with verdant leaves adored.
Their sunrise glow - the perfect rainbow-red.
4/20/2022
AN ORIGINAL TERZANELLE
Sponsor: Milton Hankins
HMS and Rhymezone
Take me where merlot skies serenade songs of serenity,
I long for timeless tulips that twirl in beloveds embrace,
Where love is a thornless red rose, unfurling eternity,
hope thrives with tuscan gold blossoms, sprouting in glistening grace
I long for timeless tulips that twirl in beloveds embrace,
Fireflies flicker sterling sparks on the creek of my aching heart,
hope thrives with tuscan gold blossoms, sprouting in glistening grace
I condemn the many sunless mountains that keep us apart
Fireflies flicker sterling sparks on the creek of my aching heart,
In your unwritten absence, my peace knows no tranquility,
I condemn the many sunless mountains that keep us apart,
Even the moon envies twin flames, that burn in sheer clarity.
In your unwritten absence, my peace knows no tranquility,
As we are like wildflowers, wading through a poetic place,
Even the moon envies twin flames, that burn in sheer clarity,
like divine dahlias lost in a rhythm within cosmic space.
As we are like wildflowers, wading through a poetic place,
where love is a thornless red rose, unfurling eternity,
like divine dahlias lost in a rhythm within cosmic space,
Take me where merlot skies serenade songs of serenity.
Verses, full of the obvious.
Natural observations,
made from the inner core, of an outer mind set.
Standing strong, on a blended stem.
White petals, folded gently together.
Closed, in a semblance of peace.
A simple illusion of bursting newness,
longing to open and receive,
the warmth of the sun.
The revelations of possibility,
flow like neon bravery,
through the roots of the garden circle.
Lighting the way.
Never ceasing.
To stop, would mean the demise of faith.
Flowers, taken for granted by subconscious choice.
Fearing to bloom fully,
lest the white petals fall like tears.
Detached forever,
from the blended stem.
Take time to smell the flowers.
Maybe hold them tightly,
with an equality of understanding.
Touching each and every one,
with the comfort and love,
that is their destined role...
on this ride.
"Black Tulips for the Dear Departed"
Stumbling between the Immensities
Cobwebs like lace capture her
keep her fixed at the door waiting,
should she cross over now, or remain?
Time is evaporating, time is dissipating,
the past is holding on tight with it’s claws.
Black Tulips for the Dear Departed,
like a White Lily she opens -
she walks through the door.
The light is astounding,
a legion of angels rejoicing
He is there waiting
with pearls at His feet for her,
she must kneel to uncover
rust blood wet on
so many book covers,
she washes His feet with her tears
Sapphires His eyes jubilation.
He beckons her closer,
“Here is your Book,
Let me read it to you”
He gives her His hand
it is warm to the touch,
He conveys this,
His message to her,
“This could hurt, let’s review”.
He smiles, she is His,
melting, golden
Lux Vitae
immersed in His presence
born again, LIVING
renewed.
(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A02EDL-eIGk
Tulips crimson lips
Tulips straight erect flying
Share the same war zone
The tulip is the first flower of spring.
Under the sun the rays of light bring.
Lovely flowers that brighten your day.
In various colors their quite an aray.
Plant them one time and each year they'll grow.
So you can sit back and just watch them go.
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
Magenta buds wait their turn on birch trees stately
while cedars' spines soar skyward so straightly
Barren branches of oaks sans customary green
yet shiver while down low tulips blossom and preen
Spring shows off her wares at varying stages
a coloring book for adults of all ages
tulips turn their heads toward the warm sun
they drink in the sun’s bright rays
springtime is here to stay
Deep purple tulips - virtually black,
I spied,
amidst the otherwise boring
pastels,
for the merlot-colored beauties
drew me near,
to drink them into my eyes -
a tiger-eye smile, where light shines.
I’m made up
for a celebratory party, comparatively
trivial
alongside such divine buttercups -
royal, sublime.
Deep purple tulips speak poetry
in a foreign tongue.
I lean in to listen to their strange
speech.
Not apt to forget their whisper amidst
the clique of colors,
and the colorless whites I rub elbows with.
The servers meld into the mix. Their smiles,
brighten my experience, with deep purple lips.
4/2/2022
hollands masterpiece
a field of pink tulips
pella iowa
it was a strikingly strange day! it rained pitter patter in the morning, it rained drip drop in the afternoon, but it did not rain at all in between!
ruby-red sun was up, the mellifluous birds started chirping, I felt I could rest in the warmth of magnificent sun, and watch my demure white Jasmine. it looked so elegant like a ravishing bride, waiting with beating heart for her beloved to arrive. pretty bridesmaids were the frolicking tulips in gorgeous red and yellow outfit.
it was a strange day, but it was a perfect day with the full-throated robins crooning a magical sonata, the fresh rain-showered green lawn to tread, as soft as blushing petals of rose. I am sure my graceful Jasmine felt she had nothing more to ask for!