Death Of A Shadow

This life has snubbed the bloom
like a thick brown sac
thrown on the sod.

An octogenarian tries to slice
the hope indulgingly
to achieve immortality!

Was it a virile snarl?
A rose bud wrenched open
in a fatherless home.

Psychopathic?
We are spinning round the bell.
It may not tell the god.

A moon finds a rival
in the lake.
Night opens like a black tulip.

poem by Satish Verma
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A Flower of Cactus

You could not ask for,
And I dared not offer you,
the small inglorious flower of cactus.
Instead I brought you tulips and roses,
to fill our lives with transient happiness.
In the darkness we hid our face.
Thus passed years,
Times we shed silent tears,
For having not dared the most precious -
A small inglorious flower of cactus!

poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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It's the mind the mind

it craves the mountains
below a starlit
tear the sky as if it were a handkerchief
to see what's behind
the tulips bowed their heads
singing the sound of a guillotine
it's the mind the mind
that wants to see
what's inside
what's within
what's behind
a megalotelecopic infantile stupidity
equally insensitive to the result
of its own experiments

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Piracy

Otherworldly, tactile retraction
of rainbows,
from the eyes of believers.

Detachment of restless mind
at twilight, pot starts
boiling.

Sundowning, a paranoia
takes over, you suffer a childhood
near the pyre.

Thing is not a thing
exclusive of an extremist,
something burns inside me also.

The age of a tulip
moves backward; I, untethered,
float thoughtless in speech.

poem by Satish Verma
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The Tulip and The Wattle

She played among chocolate and silver walls,
Her music was the kookaburra's calls.
He played among walls wool and wheat,
Where the Riverina grass is sweet.

She had come from a far land,
With beautiful tulips and windmills grand.
There was her land and its majestic history.
Which to him was a mystery.

Of mighty ships gallant and tall,
In them heroic men answering histories call.
A land with inherent dangers,
Where flooding waters are not strangers.

Their ships with wind filled sails,
Crossed the seas in storm and gale.
Sailing much of the seven seas',
To gain wealth and majesties please.

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poem by R.K. Hart
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Until We Parted

Never saw the fields of tulips
never heard a skylark sing
never saw a sea so tranquil
until I wore your wedding ring.

Never saw a band of angels
never heard a nightingale
never heard a string concerto
until I wore a wedding veil.

Never felt so lost and lonely
never felt so down at heart
never felt the pangs of jealousy
until the day we had to part.

poem by Joyce Hemsley
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A Love Spring

So Spring warm weather upon with you watch
bloom flowers: Tulip, Orchid, Cherry ect..
That awake Springtime beautiful blue sky

With me, feeling of peace with Spring
Pollen of the flowers trees everywhere
To let you know the Spring coming
Green grass with flowers fill us with joy

Outdoor full of activities
Spring gently warm our souls
To the Spring 's love within you and me forever.

poem by Natasa Tocuc
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On My Mother's Birthday

Clad in all their brightest green,
This day verdant fields are seen;
The tuneful birds begin their lay,
To celebrate thy natal day.

The breeze is still, the sea is calm
And the whole scene combines to charm;
The flowers revive this charming May,
Because it is thy natal day.

The sky is blue, the day serene,
And only pleasure now is seen;
The rose, the pink, the tulip gay,
Combine to bless thy natal day.

poem by Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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The Mortal One

Three months after he lies dead, that
long yellow narrow body,
not like Christ but like one of his saints,
the naked ones in the paintings whose bodies are
done in gilt, all knees and raw ribs,
the ones who died of nettles, bile, the
one who died roasted over a slow fire—
three months later I take the pot of
tulip bulbs out of the closet
and set it on the table and take off the foil hood.
The shoots stand up like young green pencils,
and there in the room is the comfortable smell of rot,
the bulb that did not make it, marked with
ridges like an elephant's notched foot,
I walk down the hall as if I were moving through the
long stem of the tulip toward the closed sheath.
In the kitchen I throw a palmful of peppercorns into the
saucepan
as if I would grow a black tree from the soup,
I throw out the rotten chicken part,

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poem by Sharon Olds
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Birth Day

For Alexandra, born May 17, 1999

Armored in red, her voice commands
every corner. Bells gong on squares,
in steeples, answering the prayers.
Bright tulips crown the boulevards.

Pulled from the womb she imitates
that mythic kick from some god's head.
She roars, and we are conquered.
Her legs, set free, combat the air.

Naked warrior: she is our own.
Entire empires are overthrown.

poem by Elise Paschen
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A Rescue

The stonewall and the brook
A disfigured snow mound
Reborn in my thoughts!

Moss covered rocky beds
Garland the silent stream
A black stroke of an artist’s brush!

A sparrow shrugs off snowflakes
Perched on its basin
Of a snow cone birdbath!

Daffodil and tulip bulbs
Yearning to shoot their leaf buds
Await the winter’s passing!

Trees, bushes, and all life forms
Erased by snow whitening
Sunrays to the rescue!

poem by Deva De Silva
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In the Stag-night I predict a new dawn Chum!

One hour already retarded to bring him for the Christmas winter chimes and the sky get ready to send snow flakes to the burning Earth.
He smiles as a new born child with an honest heart.
Well-being for the land of opportunity!
And please do not forget this rare black tulip gives you the fragrance
As same as a white Lilac.
A faraway cottage chimney carries off smoke to the chirpy sky
That resembles me his marvelous face.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Spring On The Runway

Spring wears gray today
Twirling in a foggy mist,
but her underlying colors
of daffodil orange and yellow,
azalea purple, and pink
tulip red and splashes of white...
What a sight to behold!
Forsythia gold,
so bold,
apple-blossom pink
thinks
spring is ravishin in gray and
her smile comes shinning through,
to prove it's true.

10: 11 a.m.
Sunday March 25,2012 (written)

Why Not!

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poem by Dorothy Holmes
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-93

African tulip tree(Spathodea campanulata)

You're not special dear
For I needn't go, search
Far wide for your flower
As streets have so much
Making me exclaim high..
Your sky-high warty bole
Massed leaves kissing sky
Tipped with buddy tickle
Dutiful distal branches
When declaring your time
Your scarlet florescence
Deep throated all chime
Just into my awed mouth
To fall up to my wonder
All routine on your earth..
You're not special so dear

poem by Indira Renganathan
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A Reminiscence

It is so long gone by, and yet
How clearly now I see it all!
The glimmer of your cigarette,
The little chamber, narrow and tall.

Perseus; your picture in its frame;
(How near they seem and yet how far!)
The blaze of kindled logs; the flame
Of tulips in a mighty jar.

Florence and spring-time: surely each
Glad things unto the spirit saith.
Why did you lead me in your speech
To these dark mysteries of death?

poem by Amy Levy
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The Garden

My heart is a garden tired with autumn,
Heaped with bending asters and dahlias heavy and dark,
In the hazy sunshine, the garden remembers April,
The drench of rains and a snow-drop quick and clear as a spark;

Daffodils blowing in the cold wind of morning,
And golden tulips, goblets holding the rain --
The garden will be hushed with snow, forgotten soon, forgotten --
After the stillness, will spring come again?

poem by Sara Teasdale
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Garden Fantasy

gossamer wings of dragonflies
platinum petals of tanzanite tulips
sapphire daisies, ruby roses,
million flowers of mandarin garnets
red silk wings of butterflies
diamond-studded lilies of the valley
peridot grasses alexandrite dews
garnet violets aquamarine carnations
quarts crocus chrysoberyl chrysanthemums
opal orchids coral daffodils

metallic fantasies
of an imaginary garden
eventually your heart is missing

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Tulip Bed

The May sun--whom
all things imitate--
that glues small leaves to
the wooden trees
shone from the sky
through bluegauze clouds
upon the ground.
Under the leafy trees
where the suburban streets
lay crossed,
with houses on each corner,
tangled shadows had begun
to join
the roadway and the lawns.
With excellent precision
the tulip bed
inside the iron fence
upreared its gaudy
yellow, white and red,
rimmed round with grass,

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poem by William Carlos Williams
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Pulsating Void

like walking in a tulip garden
i undo the aquablue,
how many steps you were away,

entwined like mangrove:
our roots were standing upright
to breath in moist silhouette

of equatorial sun, blooming
in anguish of separation: come
one day to leave me forever,

a train in desert going nowhere
on ancient wheels of time;
and i will aim for a perforated flight

one day to be reborn and the shadowed
ride under the truth will open
the husky lips of pain

poem by Satish Verma
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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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