Chrysanthemum Poems - Poems about Chrysanthemum

As the saccharine shadows of daylight dims You can hear the melodies of eager eve Tangerine sunsets composing chrysanthemum hymns Songs that the sun with the zephyr does weave The tempo played by the vibrant sky is before us Marigolds...Read the rest...

Sitting on me, butterflies and dragonflies give poses. Am I not, yet, less known than my fragrant sisters, Roses? Am I not somewhat less cared for as though nature's stepchild? The sun and the shower on me, yet,...Read the rest...

Rooted in the ground as being common herbs Either respectfully in a cemetery or simply on a roadside To guard the dead ones and to wait for the passers–by Year after year they adhere...Read the rest...

Chrysanthemum whispers gird clouds of winter. Frost spells inhume heart deep into the valley of silence Loud and mournful poesy scribbled the souls enchaining the last rays. Misty dawn shone owing to shades of night And My Daffodil awaits for the shades of blush....Read the rest...

Rarest bloom of all, In bliss, you sing Christ's anthem; My angel mother....Read the rest...

Not following vernal flowers, you bloom in autumn; By the fence, you stand by yourself in manners awesome. You prefer to wither at the lofty bough with fragrance Rather than dance with the north wind in complacence. (tran.)...Read the rest...

It may not be over for you But you ended it for me And even though it’s painful I guess I should be greatful Because of you I met him And now I’m happier than I’ve ever been....Read the rest...

CHRYSANTHEMUM Chrysanthemum, chameleon joy King’s pleasure bud, a golden boy A southern belle, snowball whiteout Perfect for a desired night out Welcome to her flirtatious ploy Flashy pretty petals, not coy A Purple frill ~ edged daisy joy Fall dance of November...Read the rest...

Oh, last mum standing, with head bowed low, to pinch my spirit as I watch you go. Your mates all gone, kissed by father frost will you now surrender and leave me lost - longing for the blush of...Read the rest...

Like a stray phantom, Shrouded in fog; I lay down dying Upon the thorny solitude - With no visible candles around me - The eternal night, As she grows inside me; Seems to strip the sky Off its Diamond-Star, And the chant of Israfel -...Read the rest...

She always loved chrysanthemums, my mum. Those long-lived strong proud stems, topped with blooms of vibrant colour, survive all other flowers until December frost. She lived through four and ninety autumns, my mum, and now her time is come. In peace she lies in...Read the rest...

Purple explosion Petals bursting violet Indigo fireworks ...Read the rest...