Chrysanthemum Poems - Poems about Chrysanthemum

In the ancient Empire of the Chrysanthemum Throne, horsemen riders from the southern regions, their steel swords close to their sides, clang heavily to their waist as they ride hard to the capital. Before their arrival, they are intercepted by a rival clan and forced to defend themselves, and though they were able to ward...

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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 blooming and booming in the heavens bright Psychedelic hues of the sundown plays a chorus Dusk bowing to the music of the...

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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, fall tender and mild. I'm Hope. Optimism in me, like streams towards heaven, flows Faith, in the form of chlorophyll, wearing green...

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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 to their own way And fear not the rainy and the windy days And to blossom their flowers...

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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....

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

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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.)...

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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....

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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 hues shout ~ Chrysanthemum ~ Autumn flower tattooed with koi Mums by that special girl or boy A necklace purchased at the checkout And love...

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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 red on your nose calling for delay of sharp winter snows?...

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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 - Getting pale and lifeless - Seems to echo my secret melodies. In the dark process, The ether-covered solitude Gets fermented, And takes hold of my...

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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 willow casket adorned with bright chrysanthemums, her mortal journey done. They bring such joy, chrysanthemums; my mum, too, brought happiness to all she...

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Purple explosion Petals bursting violet Indigo fireworks ...

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