Spring Flowers ~ Tulips
Tulips shyly smiling, greet the spring
Tightly closed when at
First we meet
Tulips slowly opening, begin to sing
Gaining volume
Ever sweet
No longer shy, as days grow longer,
Raising their heads
They begin to flirt
Tulips dressed in many a color
Breezes swirling
Each floral skirt
Tulips, brazen painted hussies,
Part their bright lips trying to seduce
The busy buzzing bees
Far too bold for dainty tussies
Vibrant Tulip flowers produce
Visions certain to please
poem by Mary Havran
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Sweet scents red tulips
Red tulips bring such happiness
Our hearts are full of pleasure.
haiku by Natasa Tocuc
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Flowers for You
The future is a lot like choosing a flower to send.
If I've used this analogy before, I will make amend.
What type of flower should I send to you my dear?
Rose, Daisy, Tulip, a combination, it is still not clear.
The flower of choice for her is the Tulip you see.
The red Tulip means a declaration of love on bended knee.
Generally speaking, Tulips mean the perfect lover.
Oh no, by sending them to you, I've blown my cover.
Take care of your Tulips with love and compassion.
Their beauty will remind you of one who has passion.
Allow my water to quench your flower's thirst.
Fill your heart with my love until it should burst.
poem by Manager Poet
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Flushed
In my garden gambol
green beetles
by twos and threes,
who sing to High Tulips
blushing pink
in harmonies.
Flushed,
adoration-framed,
they rainbow through
emotions gained
from beetle songs
choir sung.
I part the foliage clef
to observe what enchantment deft
musical beetles pant
to flowered plants
swaying in the green.
I am transfixed
in this gloaming,
where songs stroke
the airy night;
uplifting
tulip bulbs-
rhapsodied
and honey dewed.
On me then
euphonies:
Beatles sing
because we don't,
to balm absence's pain.
They sing our song
of high praise;
because we won't,
for tulips,
gardens, soil and loam.
We are the children
who've lost
the songs
which were mother's songs
now vague;
distant,
gone.
Our ears
deaf now,
withdrawn.
The beetles stand in for us
sing our songs
in their metallic
greens,
arpeggios falling to
my journal page
explaining
why they sing
to tulip bulbs,
flushed
on the green:
all quiet now-
each bulb
reminded-
they are loved.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Magic Meadows (Somewhere In Fantsayland)
In soft green magic
meadows
Quiet, lush, and serene,
Pattern a beautiful carpet,
Near a peaceful water
stream.
There will be little houses,
Standing in a row,
Around the houses, planted
lots of mistletoe.
Heathers lite the passion,
Between their world and
mine,
Planting lots of fruit trees,
So our fairy friends can dine.
Roses, Pansies, and Tulips
have lovely heads,
Fairies use the Tulips, for the
baby beds.
Bees, Butterflies, and Birds,
flying everywhere,
The sweet smell of Roses,
Perfume fills the air.
If I were a fairy, in that fairy
land,
I'd live in green lush meadows,
There I'd find my fairy man.
poem by Heather Burns
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Tulips
An age being mathematical, these flowers
Of linear stalks and spheroid blooms were prized
By men with wakened, speculative minds,
And when with mathematics they explored
The Macrocosm, and came at last to
The Vital Spirit of the World, and named it
Invisible Pure Fire, or, say, the Light,
The Tulips were the Light's receptacles.
The gold, the bronze, the red, the bright-swart Tulips!
No emblems they for us who no more dream
Of mathematics burgeoning to light
With Newton's prism and Spinoza's lens,
Or berkeley's ultimate, Invisible Pure Fire.
In colored state and carven brilliancy
We see them now, or, more illumined,
In sudden fieriness, as flowers fit
To go with vestments red on Pentecost.
poem by Padraic Colum
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Gifts of Spring
Spring Seems to come over night,
Bringing beauty with all its might.
The sun shines down all around.
It makes spring colors come to life.
Without the sun...spring would be no fun.
You can hear the tulips humming in your ear,
As they kick their growing into second gear.
You can feel the water drizzling down from the deep blue sky,
As you watch the robins fly oh so high.
Fireflies buzz on by,
As they light up the midnight sky
The wind fills the air with murmurs,
That sound like little drummers.
All of these together mean spring
'Spring...spring, ' they all sing.
And when the spread the news,
There will be the most amazing views.
And then the flowers begin to wilt.
The start to turn, twist, and tilt.
Sadly, spring comes to an end,
But don't worry...summer is just around the bend.
poem by Candace Johnson
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I See You
I see you la la la la la la la la la la la la I see you
I see you la la la la la la la la la la la la I see you
I see you la la la la la la la la la la la la I see you
Sun smiling sun through the cave of your hair
Wind washing tulips out of space sitting there
I love you
At your door second floor first world war
I love you
Who listens
Tell your friend Im aware that she care
Who listens
Green specks bright spiraling out in the sky
Catch my eye turn my head have to look dont know why
I see you
Everywhere behind your hair over there
I see you
I see you though your eyes can tell lies I sympathize,
I see you
Sun smiling sun through the cave of your hair
Wind washing tulips out of space sitting there
I love you
[guitar solo]
I see you
Everywhere behind your hair over there
I see you
I love you at your door second floor first world war
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
song performed by by Yes
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I See You
I see you la la la la la la la la la la la la I see you
I see you la la la la la la la la la la la la I see you
I see you la la la la la la la la la la la la I see you
Sun smiling sun through the cave of your hair
Wind washing tulips out of space sitting there
I love you
At your door second floor first world war
I love you
Who listens
Tell your friend Im aware that she care
Who listens
Green specks bright spiraling out in the sky
Catch my eye turn my head have to look dont know why
I see you
Everywhere behind your hair over there
I see you
I see you though your eyes can tell lies I sympathize,
I see you
Sun smiling sun through the cave of your hair
Wind washing tulips out of space sitting there
I love you
[guitar solo]
I see you
Everywhere behind your hair over there
I see you
I love you at your door second floor first world war
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
song performed by by Yes
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Snowbirds Hope
We, who live in cold winters
Have impatience
For spring comes slowly
Hopes and dreams of daffodils, tulips and lillys
Buddings open as a turtle crawls
Melt oh snow
We yearn for springs grand entrance
Bees buzzin'
Seedlings germinate
We can only hope for
Pray for
A peacful spring
Please, don't be late
poem by Matt Mondschein
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Les Tulips
It was a dance for two
Call it a Floral Ballet afar
A vertible blossoming pas de deux
Beautiful as 'Les Tulips' By Renoir
Oh, the colurs were so vibrant
A dance of pastel stroked measures
A French trifled daliance of lovers
A bountiful safe of artistic treasures
June 6,2009
poem by Theodora Onken
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Along The Busy Streets Of The 6th Avenue
Along the busy streets of the 6th avenue, the gardens are empty of tulips and violets
Lamp posts flicker and phone booths are filled with faceless strangers
Children are running, one after the other, jumping, skipping, smiling as they go
In the distance the cars move slowly, their honks resemble an elegy I wrote for you
I tried to look for you but all I saw were stop lights, smokey air, noisy mouths, and busy sidewalks
The hands of time are rushing, hastily passing me by
Pushing away the colors and hues and shades of clouds and sky
They all sing the song of my soul's longing for you
They all tell me that I can never again have you...
poem by Franciel John Doe
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Salimuang sa kanahan nga nangandoy ug anak
Ang amahan kugos ang duha ka anak
Ang inahan tapad
Posing silang upat sa kilid sa mga tulips
Balhin na pud sila sa tunga
Dayon sa tuo Sa wala Sa sentro
Pagkaanindot jud tan-awon ang ilang family Picture,
gusto sa pud unta ko pa-take ug family Picture
Pila ra gud unta pagposing sama nila
Maka-afford man sad kog bakasyon diha ba
Palit ug round trip ticket
Kuyog ang akong asawa
Maka-afford man sad kog palit ug digital camera
Bisan pa gani ug paliton nako ang mga tulips
Kanang tanang klase sa kolor
Apan ang problema ug duna bay baligya
Nga bata dihang lugara
Bisag for rent lang, para posing sad ming upat
Aron duna na koy
Family picture with the tulips in the states
Dayon akong i-email sa akong mga
Close nga higala
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Charm
LIKE crimson lamps the tulips swing,
The lily flowers their incense bring,
The daisies votive garlands fling
Before the altar of the Spring.
And you and I in this green May,
When thrushes sing, and white lambs play,
Go glad at heart--so glad and gay,
No word seems good enough to say.
Yet there's a charm, it would appear,
Which, if I spoke it in your ear,
Would fix the spring for ever here;
Pass on--I will not speak it, dear.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Sunny Weather
Sunny weather
Sweet, moist, makes you want to run around in circles,
Bright, sun-filled, shining, summer,
Tulips, roses, spring, soon it will be brighter-
Sweet, shining, sunny weather.
Spring in Sweden
Spring has finally reached Sweden too
warm rays of sun shining over me and you
Snowbells and bluebells in bloom
buttercupps, and tulips soon
Over half a year of winter is gone
half a year with no light, nothing shone
Grass turns slowly from brown to green
so does the trees, now they are seen
By us who wanders in the woods
weather too hot for our hoods
Blessed be the spring so sweet
blessed be the spring so neat
poem by Lisa thecountrygirl Timmermand
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The State of Things
When the sonnets sing praises
to the world
and you are the center of my universe,
When school has let out
and
the shopping malls are closed,
When the songbirds speak
with
tulips on their tounges,
When you can't
get John Lennon out
of your head,
I realize that you are Proxima Centauri
and I wake up
to real life.
poem by Akil Vomar
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A Virtual Life
Ashes and flowers; some poetry;
the frigid truth of autumn bonfires;
the sad magic; the magic sin;
the artificial paradise; the graphic laughter.
Daemons rule here. Their lips are aglow.
They kiss tulips in red wine.
poem by Lara Biyuts
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The Colours of Spring Current Version
The gracious orange tree's greened branchlets grow
to greet blue sky with golden sun a-glow.
The vernal verdant shoots of Spring now sprout
through soft brown earth, here, there, and round about.
Winter's grey coat is shed, no sharp winds blow,
iris and honeysuckle soft hues show.
Bees, butterflies, for pollen pastures scout
sip tulips, scene's serenity throughout.
Dawn daffodils in buttercup meadows,
red roses, amber, in alternate rows,
violets, lilacs, pinks are pushing out -
divinity of Nature none may doubt.
(31 March 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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It’s An Error Based Quest
A sun ore with no golden mean
Deictic fingertips pointing at wh-s
Forlorn as answers are dying of clarity
All we were left with were
Those windows whose sight was solely made of glass
And a lady with a bunch of beheaded tulips
Torn taken from this garden of Celan’s
Who no longer leans on a window sill
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Blossoms Of May
May bloomed brilliant...
Wide eyed in blue skies
Dancing in daffodils and tulips
It's breeze-a gentle fragrance of mixtures
Embroidered in a colourful brocade of Spring sonnets
And embellished by the sweet warblers and their most melodious Psalms
poem by Theodora Onken
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