Tulip Flower Poems | Examples
These Tulip Flower poems are examples of Flower poems about Tulip. These are the best examples of Flower Tulip poems written by international poets.
When gentle zephyrs stir the slumbered earth,
And vernal sun doth gild the waking glade,
The buds arise to herald spring's rebirth,
In painted hues, the promised bloom displayed.
See tulip flames and daffodil's bright gold,
Sweet violets blush in emerald shade,
The lilac's breath in purple dreams unfold,
All nature’s tapestry adorned, arrayed.
Yet beauty's reign, though splendid, soon must fade,
As fleeting as the morning’s crystal dew.
So blooms are lost as seasons’ debts are paid,
Their fragrant glory but a moment’s view.
Yet in brevity, spring flowers depart;
A timeless essence, woven in the heart.
After the day her soul will fly away,
I will buy her a wooden tulip bouquet.
"I give you all of my love today," I'll say,
Instead of giving them all away.
A Memory
A crimson tulip, soft and bright,
Unfurls to greet the morning light,
A fragrant kiss from the soft breeze,
But dawn's sweet beauty can't be seized
For soon its petals gently fall,
A memory pitched on the wall.
I want to give my only yellow mini tulip away
To the daughter of my beloved late cousin,
So the memory of her will never slip away
From our minds and hearts deep within.
I recently gave a symbol of love, a red tulip away
To my newfound lover who I knew would win
My heart in how he engages with me every day,
How he passionately makes us both sin.
I am yet to give a blue tulip to someone someday,
As a symbol of friendship and peace between Djinn.
I want to meet him again, soon, someday.
But maybe, his heart, I will never win.
I bought a vase of mini tulips I saw on the way,
Considered it for someone who may be my twin,
But I realize it was too much for someone anyway.
So I bought them for myself, even if self-love is a sin.
red tulip always wanted to be human
wishing made it so
she pranced out of the garden
flaunting her new feet
hated by others
Dow's Lake boasts a scenic park
with tulips by the hundred thousands
they bloom for all in springtime jubilee
that marks the launch of playful seasons
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Neither tulip nor daffodil
not bluebells on my windowsill
Not the longer days
nor the sun’s warm rays
Neither puddles to splash in
nor love's urgent passion
Not the baby carriages
or April marriages ...
But the roar of the crowd
The crack of the bat
O’er the land of the free
Baseball’s back!
.
here comes her crowning
astir whilst mine defends hern
az pinkest tulip
Where is that tulip painter? Someone asked in a strange way.
Someone said, “Think I saw him on the sky wind today. “
Yesterday he was crawling out of an oak tree’s knothole.
He is a wise artist for sure, being helpful is his ultimate goal.
Vibrant glow of Spring
enthralls heart with triumph
as lovely daffodils radiate hope
while cheerful violas brighten the day
and blooming hyacinths accentuate garden’s beauty.
Spring, grace-bestowed
manifests Creator’s artistry
as buds of magnolia exude life
with tulip bulbs showcasing growth
blend well with azaleas in wafting freedom delight.
As Spring birds serenade
with their melodious rendition
blossoms keep on waltzing and swaying
offering praise to the Almighty for existence-joy
reigning against blight … in celebration of triumphant birth.
I am a delight to your garden, emerging strong and radiant
A neat eye-catcher behind the white picket fence
where chipmunks have spectacular panoramic views for miles
Don't miss my show time from November through April
I prefer a soft start of the season, melt your frozen winter heart
My family tree has long roots,the oldest bulbs originally belonged in Turkey
... long before I became a tulip bulbs
But since the dawn of time,there has never been anyone as me
I stand out with color and volume
A outstanding source of nectar for butterflies, bees and birds
and create your garden pollinator-friendly
I am a purple tulip that symbolizes the unconventional and adventurous
I’m a lovely daffodil, yellow like the sun.
See me in my garden spot; I’m the mellow one.
Nearby are my tulip friends; how I love their hues.
But a bright blue crocus has turned into my muse.
In the breeze when all we blooms tend to brightly sway,
I keep hoping that blue crocus wants to look my way.
Hummingbirds and butterflies are great to see around.
There must be a hive somewhere. Bees surely do abound!
There’s this little chipmunk. Such fun antics he plays,
but it’s never long enough that cute critter stays.
Since I’m whimsical, Daffy you may call me.
I’m being visited right now by a honeybee!
First come the redbuds
Then we get the tulip trees
Alabama spring
Sunflower power brown face
Positive petals of hair in place
Rosy spirit raspberry grin
Intelligent fearless spirit white wins
Never nagging nightingale
Green stem dreams will not fail
Tulip touch of turquoise trust
Indigo iris pure no lust
Magnolia moods of mahogany
Emerald groove of Easter Lilly
Tulip became orchid upon death,
As false as sordid love I held.