Spring Bloom, Grand.Ma has labored broom
Layered bub underground, humanity sound
First above Plant base human foot soul
A flower stem, human spinal cord simular
Flowers Leafs, Humans arms and hands
Flower petals , humans head and face two lips
Leaves holds petals in place
Hands caress embrace
I kiss the lips you're too lips I taste
Essense, swoon.Flowers,
3 inner outer ring. Stamen part of flower.
Erect green stem waxy green leaves
Corrugated white erect spinal cord
Spring Bloom, Grand.Ma has labored broom
Layered bub underground, humanity sound
Leaves holds petals in place
Hands caress embrace
I kiss the lips you're too lips I taste
My woman I present I taste
Presenting Tulips and I kiss her two lips
7/27/26
Writtem by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
sun gave time; sun didn't give goodbye
the red heart, with a snip, cut out under halo's face
now she pulls it upward against this vase
after hovering curtains, stem's just too much weight
she's someone else once petals shed in flight
fallen tulips make believe angels do it
Spring comes in coloured blooms.
Warmer days are finally here upon us.
Sign of things to come.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Squirrel
Still as prayer
Holding dawn-lit petals
As if carrying a message
Tulips
Who knew a few flowers in a vase
could bring so much cheer and joy ~
spring really is on its way.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
And as my final act of love,
I would forgive myself,
Give myself the freedom we never had.
I will let our tulips wither, and let the ferns bloom in time.
Color my slate-grey skin pink, for silver offers no solace, its poison veiled in guile.
I will be the blue we dreamt to sink into.
And you will be the amber sun that burns.
And as the skyline kindles and the sky grows crowded with clouds,
I will meet you at the horizon, hidden in a shroud.
Dried love, my eyes still searching for your face,
my tongue stiff, still trying to pronounce your name.
"We must say, goodbye to winter but do not be sad. It will come back again next year with a big smile and plenty of fluffy white snow. Now we welcome Spring to enjoy." By Poet
Winter is cold,
wind is so bold.
Ground fluffy snow.
Flowers awake,
not wearing cake.
Pedals not fake.
Colors so sweet,
like a red beet.
I want to eat.
Roses are pink,
tulips red ink.
Both make me blink.
Big butterflies,
bees with blue eyes.
Spring a fun prize.
Garden alive,
with a bee hive.
Flowers of five.
Babi, These Are My Favorites
Just like the sunlit dew of morning,
you remembered
soft and shining with warmth.
By evening, when I came home,
you leaned close
and whispered a Valentine’s promise
against my quiet heart.
But night is cruel to tender things
One day, when you returned to me,
the silence followed you inside.
And I lay there
hoping the shadows
would be kinder than I was
hoping you might forget
the ache I left in your heart.
What a beauty with an amazing smile
Ferocious pheromones making her wild
Plump breasts and thick thunder thighs
Lips like tulips eyes deep like the Nile
But when you hear her speak
Her words amethyst vexing
Conversation keep you guessing
Soft or hard words of blessing
She has a way of walking
That sway makes the day
Fly by as if she’s talking
With body language pray
She never conquers you
For it’d be an easy fight
You’d soon meet doom
Just one look in eyes
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morning slipped in silence
leaving its teeth marks
on each curved petal~
translucent braille
read only by the sun,
who came late,
licking each line away
with a slow,
warm tongue.
Tulips
The last time we chatted, it was tense
But nothing without you makes sense.
Its been a fall, since you set the standard high.
still remember when we met ,you still make me shy.
Oh my sweet darling you smelled of tulips.
Should I click the send button, tempting
But you seem happy ,not that I’m complaining.
I wont lie no one gets me like you
I would try to find another but who ?
Oh my sweet darling you smelled of tulips .
Truth is I think of you more than I should,
collision between our worlds, but your smile
you shop for roses now, not your style
Oh my sweet darling you smelled of tulips
too many
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belly ache and tongue lickin's ~
every bite sickens
vibrant blue blooms
looking skyward in dawn’s dew
offers calm and peace.
by Zyrool
gentle ray of sun
melting last remains of snow
tulips in all hues
Submitted on , 2025 for contest A SPRING HAIKU sponsored by TANIA KITCHIN - RANKED 2ND
Herbert Butros Khaury
liked to play the ukelele
he always acted clueless
in falsetto gave us Tiptoe Through the Tulips
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