Tuberose Poems | Examples

Balinese Bride

Captivating scents, in delicate layers
Ylang ylang , Jasmine and Tuberose flowers
Sandlewood, Frangipaini, Lilies and Rose 
the fragrance of love in a scene so close.

Gamelan percussion
for the wedding guest procession
The crowds are entranced
as the cymbal bells dance.

The Groom collects his Bride from the day before
massaged in aroma's from before the dawn
her skin is as delicate as her Songket gown
Gold thread layers on her golden crown

Steamed white rice sitting on bamboo mats
served by both in adorning hats
the exotic foods are a feast to the eyes
and their love is as pure
as the rising skies.

Perfumed Romantic Bower

Best Romantic Poem 12/13/24
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Perfumed Romantic Bower

Twilight calls me with a soft amber light,
Into delicate scents of memory,
To a fragile bower of fragrant nights
Your saffron smile, a perfumed mystery.

Through gossamer hues of incense demur,
Fantasies flutter like silken moonbeams,
When we sip the honeyed nectar of myrrh,
And savor sweet spices in whispered dreams.

Scents of tuberose merge with star jasmine,
Draw us into this garden’s scented glen
Where the pulsing of bluebellvines entreat
Enchantment from your flute song sung again.

Love’s dulcet scent of ambrosia transcends
Our perfumed garden, harmony ascends.

Moonlight on Meadows

Sunlight or Moonlight - Moonlight on Meadows chosen title 8-21-24
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Moonlight on Meadows

Moonlight lays with meadows 
  Splashing auroras of platinum mist
   On midnight
 As lupine enters Luna’s corona
  Dressed in veils of silver blue.

Light’s fingertips spread wide
Taking in the silk caress –
         Hypnotic lavender and clover.

The silent silver flute song
  Parts tangled nests of moonlit shadows
   Sinking deeply into the crucible of light
While florid breaths of tuberose,
  Leave an argent kiss
    In moon pearls of satin dews.

Garlands of scented leaves
  Undulate in polar wax and wane
   Swaying 
    Holding close arching moonbows of sterling.

In full splendor of lunar madness
 Sweet midnight ambrosias explode 
 To dust the moonlight and meadows
With crystal bits of silver glitz.

Hawaii Scents Her Greetings

Afar off as Luna disturbs the briny sea air, its pallid 
lips farewell kiss of former throne fairs to absence. 
Heir apparent solace a crown restored as its Hymn 
privilege rejuvenates Sol's nurtured Hawaiian Isles.

As guests, while a tad, in Hawaii's wild, there they'll 
see groundbreakers of Plumeria painted plumes don
guest guessing tree colors that rival Picasso's rarity,
Rose Period of benevolent hues missing silent blues.

On yonder rise further untamed, yielding in strength, 
the Bird of Paradise, queues surround a mound. Find 
true value in their weight of numbers enabled on top 
of the tabled bouquet than solo left alone--so lonely.

Siding with soloists that orchestrate scents, like that 
of the Gardenia, Puakenikeni, Kahili Yellow Ginger or
Pikake/Jasmine and Tuberose many more aromatics
redolent a symphonic scores, an orchid won, adored.

Lullaby

Lullaby 

Moonbow cradle songs
Sing through sheer corona mists
In grace notes of acapella hues
While golden lunar lentos
Of twilight lunar rainbows,
Crowning Luna’s full face,
Arch with andante’s touch
Like a wrinkle in reality
In haunting flutters on the wind song
Drifting into enchantment and out of time.

A tone poem surrendered in a perfumed arbor
Settles chaos conjured in the cosmos
With gentle rhymes of barcarolles 
That rock with moonlight’s tremolo touch
A drowsy art song paints the tuberose perfume 
To soothe earth, sky and penitent soul 
In beauty revealed by moonlit rhapsody
Where lyrics of sleepy harmonies
Doze to the cadence of blazing stars
Wrapped in astral quilts, nodding in serenity.

3-14-23
Contest: L Poems
Sponsor: Constance La France

A "moonbow" is a lunar rainbow created by water droplets and the light of the moon.
Blazing stars are night blooming flowers.

Scent of Tuberose

I am a writer who cannot help but write    		
from early dawn to dusk I think and jot 	
each and every word is pure delight           
 		
I cannot state enough how eagerly I sought    		
those hours of tame that often gifted me                              
the rarest flowers of its sort, ... my lot                          	
 		
Sometimes I told my story on the moon for free  		
Sometimes I etched it on a star, such bless                 
its the joy of penning, who would disagree                             
 		
That a rhyming poem without excess   		
can be a flow of sweet compose		
there is no greater pass time, I confess                         	
 		
then letting a muse be your mentor of prose,           
each time it lingers, I smell the tuberose.

Perfumed Garden

Perfumed Garden

Twilight calls in soft floral amber lights,
Delicate in the scent of memory,
To fragile bowers of fragrant delights -
Saffron smiles wrapped in scented mystery.

Sinuous silk plumerias of myrrh
‘Twine satin fingertips ‘neath musky mantles 
When gossamer hues of incense demur
Bluebellvines bloom in soft chimes with candles.

Tender scents of tuberose, sweet jasmine,
Float from this shy perfumed garden glen
Petals spread wide as lotus buds begin
To welcome gentle moonbeams touch again.

Trembling seeds arouse spice scents on bloom's skin
As in pure union harmony ascends.

7-14-22
Contest: It's All About the Three Q’s
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Nature

Rhymes check with www.rhymezone
Syllables checked with www.howmanysyllables
Quatorzain - 14 Lines, 10 Syllables per line

Bluebellvine is a flower in India.

Monsoon Thoughts

As the monsoon arrived with drizzle,
Fumed the long awaited scent of soil, 
Embarked longing romance in living soil element, 
I stepped out with dream, 
To walk holding your hand, 
Into the dreams of new life will begin,
A welcome note mother earth has sent. 

Life is rejuvenating with trust, 
The barricade of solitude to be moved away, 
I hear now cuckoo singing around
Nights are filled with fragrance of tuberose
And moon has come down to earth
To walk besides enlightening my life 

The dark nights now appearing in purple shade, 
Adorned with stars of silver shine,
Crown of trees has come alive, 
They dance with the wind, kind of hip hop.
As if a divine ceremony will start,
Your presence is the only need,
Waited for long and by all. 

~Ashok Kumar Mishra

The Embrace of Fragrance

In the backyard garden
I grew a mélange of flowers,
but the one that bloomed with gleam 
beneath the shower of moonbeam,
you cherished the most, I remember. 

Your favorite flower, Rajanigandha, 
you wore in curls around your ebony hair, 
gliding with the lattice of its pleats 
to girdle your swan neck supple, 
the image still unfaded, I treasure. 

Every night now at the moonrise,
on your smiling portrait on the wall, 
I place a garland of this snow-white satin flower, 
feel you return to embrace me with the fragrance
of your beloved flower, I adore.

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(The English name of Rajanigandha is Tuberose
which is a night-blooming flower)

March 11, 2021
Contest : I Remember
Sponsor : Malabika Ray Chaudhuri

Don'T Put Me

Please, don't put me in a nightmare.
I want to live in the open-minded temple of your heart.

I have seen the full expression of your love.
In the petals of sunflowers, marigolds, and dahlias that are wet with drizzle,
In the vitality of flying migratory birds,
In the delightful ascending smoke of the distant mountain that blended into the sky 

Please, don't put me in a nightmare.
I want to live in the natural touch of your love.

I have seen the full expression of your love.
In the fragrance of tuberose that floated in the pure moonlight of the night,
In the vertical attraction of the song sung in silence,
And at the call of the twinkling eyes with the stars in the generous ground of the sky.

Please, don't put me in a nightmare.
I want to live alone with you.

-10.12.2020 Chittagong

Reflection of You

There were liberal field, golden paddy, mild touch of south breeze
And there were you, your beautiful smiles with opening mind

There were jackfruit, plum, mango, palm, and betel-nut trees on the bank of the pond.
And there were you, the sounds of anklet-rings, the scent of tuberose hair oil.

There were creeping plants of legume, balsam-apple, cucurbitaceous, snake gourd, and all these flowers on the home yard.
And there were you, daily watering on those plants, vegetable collecting basket.

There I was happy
when you walked on the field,
when you smiled under the trees,
when you watered on the creeping plants
And there I was fully quenched seeing you surreptitiously

My shyness farewelled you silently, wiping tears
Now, I am happy when I hear your life is joyful there
This heart is nothing
just a flowery bed of love,
just a heaven of love,
just the mighty throne of love

Now, to me, the field, trees, pond, yards, creeping plants are nothing
except for a pure reflection of you
all through these, my happiness comes and goes
peacefully
delightfully
amorouslyerotically



-07.12.2020 Chattogram

Big Island

golden pineapple
kukui nut, ti-leaf and
tuberose lei blest
hawaiian pitmaster roast
big island celebration

7/24/2020

The Morning Whisper

With sweet incline her ear is on dawn's arrival 
even if night reigns by day, she has no rival
only the morning contains her birthing vine 
Her ear is on dawn's arrival with sweet incline'

Dolce Amor upon the curve of her pillow rest 
is the indent of the dreams that loved her best 
only the dawn holds the whispers of her core 
The curve of her pillow rest upon Dolce Amor


She is the scented violet of his early fantasies 
more deep then the indigo of deep blue seas 
a muslin touch of running silk with eyelets
Of his early fantasies she is the scented violets'

Dolce Amor a rose and a bouquet of baby breath 
he knows that she will love him even until death
she is pepper on his heart and scented tuberose 
A bouquet of baby breath and Dolce Amor his rose

June 25, 2020

Along Dawn's Amber Shores

Dawn slowly awakened to supplant the moon
Empty, the canopy where stars had been strewn
   In repose, Luna slept after wandering velvet skies
   and spider webs shimmered in the flight of sunrise
      Dew drops evaporated upon the fragrant tuberose
      as a playful breeze billowed my sheer nightclothes

Seagulls swooped and scurried along amber shores
A salty crew grappled with the sea on labored oars
   Muscles pulled in rhythmic chorus, as if in lyrical rote
   as surging waves rocked the hull of their fishing boat
      They surpassed each crest and triumphed over swells
      The sun's prisms painted the horizon in muted pastels

Inspired by the milieu of ruffled swirls across the sea
sunlight dappled over its surface in sequenced litany
   I sipped a second cup as thoughts were being seeded
   Poetry spawned inside of me; a birthing to be heeded
      For as driftwood hastens down rapids to a new frontier
      I needed to ledger my verses, ere they hie to disappear



August 13, 2022
  2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 12 Contest
    Sponsored by Mark Toney

Changing Does Not Change My Love

O darling 
Look at me,
from my youthful sense
I make a garden
where I planted many flowers 
cause, I knew that-
by this garden 
you would go to your school, college, neighbor
and you would come back to your home

I knew 
you loved the flowers
such as Frangipani, Sweet Autumn Clematis, Tuberose, Sunrise, Rose, Primrose and many more 

all the flowers were there 
only for you, 
I worked there since
before the sun rising to see you within a wink
till your coming back home

 O darling 
you knew better my untold loving sense
and after your graduation 
I proposed you to marry; 
without any thinking 
you accepted me

years after years 
today we are 
on the running boat of our mid-time 

O darling 
still, all my flowers blooming for you 
cause I loved you, 
still the love same as before 
and I'll be the same as the fragrance of my flowers 

o darling
changing though comes 
but from you 
it does not change my love, 
and does not drive me away to another one 



-July 03, 2019 Chattogram

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