Sunset in garden
Tulip shimmers in orange glow
Touched by golden blush
haiku by Dorothy Holmes (30 April 2008)
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The Tulip And The Passer By
In a flower pot of love lives a beautiful tulip plant,
And then was the passer by with words to attract it;
For, it was just like a passing glance and the sense of love,
And they were both attracted to each other.
The tulip was so beautiful to be touched,
And so nice to smell its aroma;
For its aroma fumes the iar around it.
The passer by was attracted to it like a magnent and,
He was touched by the fragrance of this tulip;
And love was the key for him to touch this tulip.
Of the passer by and the tulip,
Of the sense of humour to attract both of them;
But it was just a passing glance for the passer by,
And true love did crown the day for both of them.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The End of the Day
The scent of jasmine fills the air,
within my garden wall
while I sit in silence
awaiting the evening to call.
The sounds of the evening are heard,
as that nocturnal wake up call
as long shadowy fingers
creep from the garden wall.
The sun begins to rest its head
as in the west it begins to fall
the sleepy sunset lights up the sky an orange glow
when the end of the day comes to call.
(5 May 2007)
poem by David Harris
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Carlyn's Poem (1976 chapbook) (density ****)
'Seven Golden Daffodils' came to me
And peace to try at poetry
'Seven Golden Daffodils' touched my days
A life reshaping in new ways.
Orange sun and frosted mount
Emerald isles in silver laced seas
White sloop from fable named Halcyone.
Wine that caught the fire's glow
Enchanting melodies from silver strings
Golden flames - cracked sparks to fling.
Faces that returned a smile
Friendship warming as a child
Flying feet on oaken floors
All of this and even more.
poem by Bill Grace
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Be the Sunset
No longer satisfied simply watching the sunset
I feel compelled to stretch fiery fingers of light
across the universe
Radiate red and orange brilliance
Glow and shimmer as diamonds
on a watery palette
Be amazing
Be the sunset
poem by Gainor Ventresco Laney
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Sunset of orange,
drifting below horizon,
exhibits a glow
haiku by Ernestine Northover
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Approx.20: 15 Hours, February 10, Euphoria (adult Content)
a soft snuggling
tight embrace
a glint like cut diamond shines blue in an ember orange sunset glow
a soft red glow to his cheeks
a red tinge to his lips
more snuggling
lights out
his hands explore what is not his- was not
together we fall, impacting a small family of pillows
I begin what he had started
we lose track of where each of us ends and the other begins
completion of our confusion- insertion
mad, swift motions
cogniscence drowned by euphoria glowng after the ember sunset ends
we lie together, asleep
poem by Sam Morrow
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Sunset Over The Mountains
Sunset over the mountains
on this dreamy cool summer
night.
Golden, red and orange
colors God has painted
over you.
Many miles away from
where I stand,
there nature is at
home and so free.
Painting such a picture
as our God has given
His hand print on
His creatures who
live in the mountains
so pure and carefree
on this beautiful
evening.
As I say goodbye
to the sunset and
go in the house
to store this memory
in my mind.
wrote 8-27-08
poem by James Foulk
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Pacific Shorelines
Sunset of orange and yellow streams
Warm and golden sandy beach
Long hot days with summer dreams
poem by Candy Transcends
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Night and Day
When the golden day is done,
Through the closing portal,
Child and garden, Flower and sun,
Vanish all things mortal.
As the blinding shadows fall
As the rays diminish,
Under evening's cloak they all
Roll away and vanish.
Garden darkened, daisy shut,
Child in bed, they slumber--
Glow-worm in the hallway rut,
Mice among the lumber.
In the darkness houses shine,
Parents move the candles;
Till on all the night divine
Turns the bedroom handles.
Till at last the day begins
In the east a-breaking,
In the hedges and the whins
Sleeping birds a-waking.
In the darkness shapes of things,
Houses, trees and hedges,
Clearer grow; and sparrow's wings
Beat on window ledges.
These shall wake the yawning maid;
She the door shall open--
Finding dew on garden glade
And the morning broken.
There my garden grows again
Green and rosy painted,
As at eve behind the pane
From my eyes it fainted.
Just as it was shut away,
Toy-like, in the even,
Here I see it glow with day
Under glowing heaven.
Every path and every plot,
Every blush of roses,
Every blue forget-me-not
Where the dew reposes,
"Up!" they cry, "the day is come
On the smiling valleys:
We have beat the morning drum;
Playmate, join your allies!"
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Valentine's flowers
Written by Tulip
Valentine is too far away for me
For so many flowers just weep
Be merchandised they don't need
And they want nothing but being free
I want to say in my heart I love you
But I can't hurt flowers' soul
So their ever growing rich I hope
Become more beautiful for both
Written by Tulip in Suzhou
on Valentine's Day
14/02/2012
情人节【花语】
原创 Tulip
情人节离我相距遥遥
有多少花儿泪如水漂
世俗化商品她们 不求
只想要还原重现自由
我想说我深深的爱您
但我无意伤 害花之魂
但愿花肥久盛春常艳
为你和我好事促成双
原创 Tulip 写于苏州
2012年2月14日情人节
poem by Julio Tulipan
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Lover's Garden
Tipped butter yellow-
Glances satin blue sheets
Dawn has a way of making
'Snuggle' so very complete...
Naked shimmers of soft bodies-
Bathed in the heated glow
Perhaps, just another nibble
From the gardens succulent row...
Ah, the garden in the morning-
Two lovers, they get their fill
As the butter rays shimmer-glimmer
Upon the two lovers so still...
poem by Theodora Onken
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Girl In The Sunset
Girl in the sunset
I only saw you for a second
Yet your voice penetrated my brain
And echoed endlessly
'Stay with me' you cried
As Your golden blond hair was spinning
And as your lavender shirt caught the slow warm wind's
Under a palm tree that was swaying back and forth in that very same wind
I cannot put a name to your face
Yet you looked so familiar
Were have I seen you before?
In my many years of sailing to come will we ever meet?
That sense of togetherness I felt was indescribable
Passion I have not felt in nearly a decade
Girl in the sunset
I wish to stay under that palm tree
And view the orange sunset with you in my arms in that slow blowing warm winds
On that cobblestone road
Why do you elude me?
When will I find you?
I think I found you
But you are not “her” yet
Girl in the sunset
Please wait for me...
poem by Mike Casola
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Lilies Drinking Sunset and Dawn
Unchained freedom sprouts rapid, randomly
Barriers removed the open road waits
Tiger lilies swaying orange, comely
Rambling unhindered over garden gates
Weaving by wish giving dandelions
Sun worshipers smile exposing pollen
Growing through blacktop and cracks in pylons
Green leafy gypsy with an orange crown
Along roadsides and home edge you increase
Bowing to visitors snake, bird and bee
Vibrant, familiar a seasonal piece
Sprawling and sunning is easy and free
Tiger lilies drinking sunset and dawn
Orange and black - summer’s sweet seasoned yawn
poem by Stephanie Eve Kane Arado
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When Every Sunset Counts
Sunset glow how well I know
You're warming rays upon my face
It was not always so
That I adored your glow
In youths and haste
It was a terrible waste
But as the autumns passed
And seasons rushed so fast
I prayed to ease the pace
I long for sunshine on my face
Each spring I wait
Behind the Iron Gate
To hear a robin's song
And knew it won't be long
Before I dance along the sandy shore
I feel the sunset glow
And wished it was forever so.
poem by Ingeborg von Finsterwalde
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My Grandpa Orange Garden
From my grandpa Orange Garden
You can saw green orange leaf
all over the place
it fruits had started ripening
He frequently late going home
My grandma hit “Kentongan ”)
For going home soonly
But my grandpa workinghard
Forgotten to eat and drink, and going home
When he going home he saw the roof falling down
And black cloud seen in the sky
Quickly my grandfather took the ladder
Up to the roof and care the roof
For bettering their room
The rain fall from the sky
My grandpa walking down from teh roof
sleppy, and never wake up again
my grandma cried till morning
forgotten the orange fruit harvest
she embrace her husband slept strectched on the ground
in the meeting room
where children and grandchildren are gathering
to day you couldn’t seen the green leaf orange
the fresh orange leave the smeel in my reminiscences
the garden leave high and dry
no grandpa touch down at
the leafs through,
it stalks to let dryness
dryness and to wither
the dush fly everywhere
the house and garden is empty
only ghosts dwell in that house
I still remember
I fomerly run there
Among the orange stem trees
Under the orange leaf shady
His Only one message:
Don’t pick those oranges before ripe
Jakarta,6/29/2005
poem by Prasetya Utama
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It is all mixed up
A blue minifan
Turned on
Blowing miniwinds
To a
Red tulip
Made of
Chinese cloth
Let me turn it off
It is not good
To see
Life putting
Breath to
Something
Dead
Life to
Something
Fake, artificial
A tulip flower cloth
A plastic tulip
Too dusty, inanimate.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just Beyond The Sunset
Just beyond the sunset
Someone waits for me
Just beyond the sunset
Lies my destiny
Where the purple mountains
Lie in deep tranquillity
There I’ll find the treasure
Of love eternally
Just beyond the sunset
Waits someone so fair
Just beyond the sunset
All alone they wait there
Their hair is golden
The colour of the sand
Their eyes sparkle in the night
Like diamonds in your hand
Just beyond the sunset
Lies a home for me
Where the world is peaceful
Like a paradise should be
Just beyond the sunset
Someday is where you’ll find me
Written - July or Aug 1966
poem by David Harris
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Sharing Eve's Apple
1.
O Blush not so! O blush not so!
Or I shall think you knowing;
And if you smile the blushing while,
Then maidenheads are going.
2.
There's a blush for want, and a blush for shan't,
And a blush for having done it;
There's a blush for thought, and a blush for nought,
And a blush for just begun it.
3.
O sigh not so! O sigh not so!
For it sounds of Eve's sweet pippin;
By these loosen'd lips you have tasted the pips
And fought in an amorous nipping.
4.
Will you play once more at nice-cut-core,
For it only will last our youth out,
And we have the prime of the kissing time,
We have not one sweet tooth out.
5.
There's a sigh for aye, and a sigh for nay,
And a sigh for 'I can't bear it!'
O what can be done, shall we stay or run?
O cut the sweet apple and share it!
poem by John Keats
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Springtime Splendor
The sunset is easing over the hills
Lavishing the trees with it's beauty;
The glow of the skies gives a thrill
The sunset dresses the earth truly.
Daffodils are closely clustered in love
Others are wilted by the drafts of wind;
The lilacs seem to color the sky above
While joyous hearts and beauty are akin.
The golden sky emits dimly the foothills
Gleaming stars shimmer in their evening dress;
The shades of the trees touching the window sills
While all nature recedes to their evening rest.
What a glory! To see the full moon rising
And one sees the comet travel in the sky;
Is all this march of the sunset surprising?
This grand procession need not pass us by.
Shining brilliance from glory spill
Down on your floral garden space;
Beauty enraptures the sunset thrill
The mountain leaves hanging like lace.
There are valleys with their yellow and red
Draped around it's borders, with a strand that glow;
Revealing it's coat of green and silver thread -
It is sunset, yes sunset, this we know.
Now ponder the joy in all your experiences
And then, think of the robin's lovely nest;
How carefully they sing with assurance -
Too, the squirrel is perched at it's best.
Now, since I have watched the sunset leave
Tuck yourself away, and go to sleep;
In exotic streams of beauty now believe
On arising, your strength of joy shall leap.
Then the buzzing of cars rushing down the way
Shades are pulled, doors are tight with lock;
Opportunities are engaged for the coming day
The creator, shall with your provisions knock.
It is time for nodding, while the hills are dark
Yet graced like velvet curtains hanging still;
The breezes softly brushing yet with a spark
Beneath the leaves, creatures sleep on the hill.
May the splendor of His springtime be a message
Why not rise up through the beauty of it all;
Take the mastery of his painting as a lesson
Quiet thine heart and ye shall hear His call.
poem by Elsie B. McAteer
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It is an afternoon
Walk by the
Beach
An orange sunset
Follows me
Like
I am closely
Guarded for some
Unknown
Danger
I walk alone
The sea foams
surging
from
Time to time
Touch my
heels and toes
An alternate
Of sand
Foam
And sea
And sunset
Rinsing
My footsteps
I am looking
For some
Shells of
My past
On a sunset shore
Retracing
It to
The mouth
Of the river
At the
Other end
River
Meets
Sea as
I closely watch
The sunset closely guarding.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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