Bulbs Poems - Poems about Bulbs

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

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shiny colored bulbs dangle from fresh pine needles christmas beauty...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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“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,...

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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...

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

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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...

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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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A doctor by day Ralph spends his nights ordering tulip bulbs from Holland beautiful and rare to arrive in autumn to plant and think about for months ahead until spring arrives and the tulips become a rainbow beautiful in his garden. Ralph talks about tulips at the office every day where he pulls small bulbs from the gardens of patients. Unlike his...

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