Bud Poems - Poems about Bud

Darling bud of May and first audience

2025.5.01

Thursday, first day of May.
It has been 6 months since
I played songs from a different language,
So far I did only 8. Only two since the start of the year.

On 17 March this year,
I was at the library, waiting for JC,
To return his book as I promised.
I ended up meeting someone else instead.
Since then, I had

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Like crystal tears, soft petals dance and gleam,  
While dewdrops stitch stars on morning's silken dream.  
Each blossom spins gold wisdom from earth's mud,  
As heaven's jewels birth dawn's awakening bud.  
Bud blooms like the sun breaking through midnight's veil.
Mud cradles pearls where phoenix tales prevail.  
Dream waters mirror souls

I am like a flower bud, delicate and fragile, always seeking light in the eyes of others

I am like a flower bud, delicate and fragile, always seeking light in the eyes of others,
My face may be a painting you'd like to admire, but deep inside, I am torn into shreds,
Yet I ask for your love like a spring rain that soothes my longing for warmth and clarity.
I ask for someone—to nourish

bebop pop sprout

buds beckon to pop
leaves unfurl reveal green scroll
spring devolves uncurls

Bud Treedom

Bud is loyal to the end 
Bud loves me. I’m her friend 
Bud licks my face 
And sniffs my butt 
Wags her tail 
Yah, she’s a mut 
Just like me, you see 
I just may have some Native in me yet 
With maps of Earth in her fur 
And wrinkled ones on me 
We’ve guided

Fallen Rose Bud

You remind me of Autumn
your simple grace
can be compared to a rosebud
falling in the wind. 

I was blessed by your presence
the soft tone of your form
as you brushed against me
moving flirtatiously, subtly. 

Your scent lingers on my mind
and your sudden touch of kindness
pulled me, strongly attracted
I gazed into your almond-shaped eyes. 

I think of you

Rose

Rose decided to plant a flower
For every person she loved –
Beneath the soil, beneath the shower,
Her seeds began to develop and sprout.

Each small seed led to a new shoot,
Springing up from the rich ground,
Rose was surprised they all took root,
Offering her such a variety of blooms.

Once the buds had grown into floras,
Rose decided to create

Timid and mighty

                                  Slight may outdo the sizeable
                

Dandelion little bud

Dandelion little bud soon will have a golden crown,
taller this is bound to grow
 upwards, skywards to our sun, 
now ripened with blossom wide, unconcealed, too bold to hide,
 until the time is right to leave... 
though death is a mere bluff,
 evolving to a special stage transforming to fine fluff!

Nip it in the bud

a strange sense of dread builds up
we know not what could be the cause
yet it manifests and so we do recognise
our stuporous awareness that was oblivious
but be that as it may, we take measures
to nip in the bud the heart contraction
by becoming a witness to ourself

Geranium

“If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.”– Frances Hodgson Burnett

Though I’m unable to bear the coldest days,
My heart is eager when they put me on display,
All my buds and blooms seem like a blaze,
Vibrant hues of scarlet and cerise smile hooray!

Summer silences all my doubts about

Forest's Memoirs

On the forest’s edge, colorful blooms thrive,
Startling my spirit, wakening my thirst,
For more than just a glimpse so I’ll survive,
Mystery of pines, laurels so well versed.

Trembling within me, a heartfelt prayer,
Dreaming of fate beyond this quiet path,
Kissing back the dew from soft dawn’s affair,
Seeing the urgency of twilight’s wrath.

While sun breathes out a trail of

The Holy Flower Bud

A Mother Theresa Quote: 
“If you judge people, you have no time to love them.”

She, a Loreto sister of great value a Saint in old Calcutta 
took a train ride in 1946, and found her true calling 
As a teacher and an exemplary woman of the world,   
she healed and fed the sick

Nip it in the bud

watch barbs that sting
deep angst bringing
heart sings no more

A bud on a spruce tree

Said the last goodbye,
Leaving us, as old rye,
Taking you, Earth withers,
And I am left in shivers.

Tears flow in eyes,
The driest ones; wept,
Grays are the skies,
The wind, no longer kept.

Children shall be told,
Reminiscent  they'll be,
Before they grow cold,
That's  how time does be.

Tales, rumours,
I shall dismiss them all,
As long as i live,
I shall know you.


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