Short Tulip Poems
Short Tulip Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tulip by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tulip by length and keyword.
Frozen to survive
Inside a mummified heart
A seed in slumber
Till enticed by the warm smile
To bloom in front of her eyes
Sopping wet tulip
Tries hard to conserve droplets
Caught in rainy day
But cannot stop dripping
Out of fringe of the petals
flowering, coloured
the red and yellow tulip
full and colourful
6/30/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Tulip smiles at dawn.
Her red petals open up
to warm the sunrise.
Winner 9th place: 1466 Brian Stand (Sponsor) 4/26/26
the tulip was blessed
by someone who noticed it
alone with beauty
Heidi Sands
3/25/18
windmill proud erect
between blankets of tulips
beauty laid for miles
arial view seen
like stripes across a flag
eye candy to reap
The tulip is a delicate flower
Her delicious fragrance is a delight.
Nurtured by sun for many an hour,
Thriving in this beautiful gay sunlight.
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.
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
AP: 2nd place 2025
the tulip tree tosses petals
to the dying maple tree
tree-cutting men and chainsaw converse
leaving stumps ...of words
a twitching, gray squirrel cusses....
the tulip tree has lost its mate
Tulip Brigade
Dutch bulbs
Proudly lead the spring parade
Amid charming, twirling windmills
Imperative highlight of Neverlands
Among cobweb-free brick homes
Forward march please
Tulip brigade
Our Joyce at the Tulip Parade
was humming the music they played;
she leapt to her feet,
and danced to the beat
(but sang out of tune, I'm afraid)...
for Carolyn & Catie's 100th Birthday contest
Tulips send the signal of spring,
Crocus invites the birds to sing.
Daffodils in gentle breeze,
Happiness, they symbolize.
Love and prosperity these flowers bring.
Date of submission: 10/05/2021
Tears from heaven
wash me through
rinse me of my sins
sow them into sand
let me flow in the river
let me merge with the sea
or soak me in the seed
let my love blossom in her
like a tulip that never wilt
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.
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
The blue tulip has died- -
Jaunty jealousy
a blue murder mystery
something has dried up?
It’s not done this way
after the burial done
coming back as a flower?
10/21/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
SEDOKA POEM TYPE
Like a tulip in spring,
I open my petals to embrace you in.
With every strike of the wind,
Vigorous color flushed through my skin.
Splendorous blooming fields,
All laying to form a bed.
Awaiting your sway,
All to emit their lovely scent.
-Inactive Volcano
It may seem an odd time of year
to be throwing flowers before the fire
What ire possessed! Is this some jest?
or colorful reminder of springs bequest
© Goode Guy 2014-01-04
ekphrastic for 2014-01-12 at
the Charles Taylor Art Museum of
"Tulip Screen" by Daniel Smith
White
petals
rise
above
flames of gold
blazoned
with
a red
maple leaf.
Holland designed
this tulip
around
the
flag of
Canada,
truly
a
unique
bloom.
(Waltz Wave)
6/09/2021
Waltz Wave Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
I am intimidated by her tallness
How can I ever hope to climb her?
I like getting to the top, but this is ridiculous.
My daddy gives me a nod. You can do this, Kid.
I am not confident.
But she is so gorgeous, and calling me.
It is like she has chosen me, so I begin the climb, terrified.
toddler faerie on a tulip stem
giggling at every little bit of wind
sitting in the dark, enjoying a breeze
listening to humming bumble bees
toddler faerie sitting in the dark
hears an owl and a meadow lark
a firefly comes by and flashes his light
filling toddler faerie with sheer delight!
The footprint that goes back to deep in life,
He carries countless long breaths.
He has tulip fever,
The aroma of tulip sticks to her nose
as long as she lives;
The flower is cut off
the odor is just nosed.
She now lives in the air, on the street,
near the river
And in the story of human love.
~Thy Tulip . . . ~
Thee Tune Of The Tulips',
Is Awaiting The Call Of
Summer, Do I Sing Froth
The Snow
That Has Gone, Yet
Fallen & Melted For This Winter?
Ny, I Live As Thus Was
Winter . . .
& When Thyn, It's Cousin The Daphedyle,
Which Twas Thy Tulip
In My Mind, Sing Froth?
From Thee Mind, Gleefully,
Sublime, Thyn Winter?
and when crickets croon our song in whispered tones,
find me within luscious reveries of tulip moons,
while stars swirl to the rhapsody of longing~
clouds burst lilac dust upon the burning skyline...
for even in your absence, I taste the firefly’s kiss,
caressing the infatuated skin of my seized canvas.