Bulbs Poems - Poems about Bulbs

Burnt Out Bulbs

You never saw past the glory days of 17. 
Because you got sad and thought it a better idea
to hang yourself from the ceiling fan
instead of replacing its burnt-out bulbs. 


Bright idea.

Dimming the light of all the candles
whose hearts and souls were trying
to add light to your dark and dismal life.

You were selfish to drop

Light Bulbs

Are we all like living light bulbs;
We only last for so very long.

colored bulbs

shiny colored bulbs 
dangle from fresh pine needles 
christmas beauty

Just breathe

Take time to linger,
at the sweet cherry blossom, 
at the fresh rosebuds, 
green leaves sprouting, 
daffodils in full bloom.

Crocuses opening their mouths wide,
just like the frogs on the lily pads.

Purples, yellows spring forth amongst the -
withering white of snowdrops. 

And simply just breathe,
just breathe.

Bulbs Among Sustainers

Set some goals
Set out bulbs
Bulbs planted in garden
Bulbs planted in beds
Beds filled with blooms
Beds are warm
Warm days bring flowers
Warm beds rest
Rest equals health
Rest for weary
Weary souls faint
Weary hearts mourn
Mourn love lost
Mourn departed
Departed is gloom
Departed is pressure
Pressure creates diamonds
Pressure can explode
Explode from anger
Explode from dynamite
Dynamite dangerous
Dynamite has use
Use has purpose
Use for things
Things for jobs
Things are inventions
Inventions

It Had To Be Me

Out of the 20 bulbs in the ceiling, one never turns on.
Out of 2,000 tiles on the floor, one always squeaks.
Out of 2 million people, it had to be me.

How do I crumple my own bones?
How do I put myself in a Pandora's box?

What must I do to become pretty, to have money, to be

Newborn Sprouts

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

Spring Bulbs

It’s autumn so I’ll plant my bulbs and then water the plot
My wife said last years didn’t grow, are these a different lot
She said they’ll brighten up the spring, how many have you got
I said there’s forty twenty-fives and ten are fifty watt

Stars

High in the noire and empty skies ,
 They blink like broken bulbs..
 Late in the eve when the last bird flies,
They shine like diamonds in dirt..

 When the sun`s sunk down and the tides are high 
 And the weather`s pleasant with glee..
 They burn-on across in the somber sky
 With the glow of

Four Light Bulbs Hanging

In a dream I saw four light bulbs hanging,
each was filled with a picture to behold,
the first one looked black and void of color,
it represented air or oxygen and was duller.

The second bulb held a small green plant,
a miniature picture of our verdant earth,
plush meadows and forests grounded with roots,
keeping soil together and protecting like

Blue Light Bulbs and a Bottle of Bleach and the Incandescent Must Win -Part 2

“Deep, deep, deep. Listen and hear our faint gait.
Sanitation, fluorescent lights, and a PC pillow for smother.
Agree! Agree! Atone! Suck it in and suff-o-cate.
White-ness. Black. Ev’ry creed, faith, and color. Listen to Nanny State and call her your mother.”

A wilting flower and grass that’s mowed
Are ever learning why the wilt and why the harm
Innovation, creativity,

Blue Light Bulbs and a Bottle of Bleach and the Incandescent Must Win - Part 1

Blue Light Bulbs and a Bottle of Bleach and The Incandescent Must Win 
(part 1)
 					By: J.R. Wren

A wilting flower and a blade of grass
No presumptions of the way things ought to be
Feeding plenty on light through a tinted glass
Patiently waiting and resting in what it means to be free

“Steal, Steal, Steal. Make it up

Spring Bulbs

a bulb planted deep,
growing slowly for springtime;
a daffodil blooms.

Sleeping Bulbs

Lovely blanket on
The ground, snowflake comforter
Keeps my flower bulbs.
Snugly and warm as they sleep;
In winter repose so deep.

Springs thaw will wake them;
Hungry, they’ll eat and drink their,
Fill when they arise.
Tulips and irises grow
Tall and strong with nourishment.

A hiding place where, 
Newborn bunnies safely sleep,
Among my florals.
I watch them grow and I hope
They’ll have bunnies of

Bulbs-Bows- Beer

I've done my part
all the players laid to rest,
three wise men gazing at a star
a gentle beast braying
the lamb with the chipped leg
a family of three still smiling
though they lost a bit more hay. 
    
Miracle messiah dumped to the back of the closet
with the bulbs, bows and happy paper
where the heavens

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