#tulip
When I was younger
I loved tulips, but it was
because
there was a girl
holding a tulip on the cover
of a book
I loved that story
But now
I like daisies
Maybe one day my daughter’s name will be Daisy
I like them
because they are simple
they bother no one
they have their own sun at their center
and around it, many angels
make harmony
dancing to the most sublime songs
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 11:29 AM UTC
Can my vanity turn me into a tulip I wonder?
Have I misunderstood a fable as a fact
A myth as an aspiration.
I beg to be released from flesh and thoughts, into petals I ask.
No. There are no myths nor magic so
Enough! I turn to science and
Demand to be reformed
And if fantasy won’t let me, perhaps science will and
No more bruised and bended knees but
Did I not ask well enough?
Why can I not pass through winter as rot
Indifferent to time?
Then spend some days as beauty in
Heat, in
Earth, please.
Remember not my voice, not my face, not my body, not my self.
End me wholly each year but let me.
Doom me solely each year but let me.
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 3:51 PM UTC
i have asked but
it remains unclear
if it was planted
purposefully
by somebody
for some reason
unknown to the rest
or merely discarded
within a pile of
offcuts and waste
following a frenzy
of gardening chores
regardless of
whether it was
intended or not
it has taken root
it has bloomed
bright and proud
brilliant cherry red
against dandelion yellow
and uncut-grass green
one solitary red tulip
amongst the weeds
Apr 24, 2023
Apr 24, 2023 at 6:24 AM UTC
A drop of snow on the face of the sun
a stone throw from the rainbow
fondly close over the tulip colour stroke
next to the Snow White's looking mirror?
What a sniff it gotten on the way?
Turquoise butterfly is on the fly
up on the top floor is lapis lazuli sky.
Did it not only deduce the hunger pang
time is on the run took the breath away
even forgot the death maybe an inch away!
Aug 29, 2022
Aug 29, 2022 at 11:40 PM UTC
today, you may be a closed tulip. but as the minutes roll by, you will slowly blossom. the wind will kiss your petals, and the rain will startle you. the sun will warm you up, and the bees will seek you as a resting place. through it all, you will stretch your leaves toward the sky, and your seeds will sprout. you will brighten days, and you will continue the circle of life.
Dec 31, 2021
Dec 31, 2021 at 8:37 PM UTC
In a field of red roses by the lake,
A white rose calls up to the sun
With her beautiful petal scarf
And her cheerful smile
Over another field, a tulip stands sad
He is one in the crowd, no one special
“Smart,” some say, “too shy” others may
But he struggles, moving his cheek
The tulip looks at the ethereal rose every day
Wondering how such a flower grew from the floor
An angel’s tears of joy, he might think
A kiss from Gaia, he would have hoped
Tulip doesn’t know much of the rose
And fears never being able to embrace her
He feels that both have too much in common
But his inner parasites would hurt her
For a majestic rose that dances with the moon in the water
Such normal tulip will never have a chance
Her perfect stem is made of silk
His is damaged and made of paper
Still, the tulip dreams
Wishing one day to fly, as his roots would rip
Detaching from the floor, from his forlorn life
Flying towards the star reflected in the lake, where his solitude would end
The white rose doesn’t realize, still
How much he admires her strength, cleverness, and beauty
Until the tulip sends his seeds of love
In the form of this poem and painting
For a more radiant future he fights
Forever aligned with the Astraea of his heart
Because she glows in the night
Inspiring him to be better
And even if the rose doesn’t recognize the tulip
She should know that he is right there
In an everyday battle to talk to her
He is smart and shy, but eager to give all his petals to see her smiling for him
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 8:14 AM UTC
_Pale-faced beneath twilight’s awning, shadowed time skips
A beat measured in dust motes and attic silence;
Frameless ether holds its breath and portrait likenesses
Swivel eyes right, suspended between the minute and the hour;
In sequence, Whittington’s chiming sepia tones wring out
A tulip of port and one last cigar from drapery long hung;
As floral meanders unwind from a walnut casing
Inlayed with the gamine whimsies of our cherried youth._
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 4:55 PM UTC
I am a flower
all of you must know?
Not really famous you see,
the rose stole that place.
Am I not a flower with beauty ?
Rose comes with thorns I come sin free .
Then why am I not used by lovers to express their glee?
Lately as I grew in the meadow,
all my followers questioned me .
They say they made me leader,
to defeat roses ,our worst enemy.
I tried so hard to make them believe
that we can live together through our friend ,humanity.
But they were all against it
and trampled me on the ground.
Like 'The Patriot' the years of hard work drowned.
I was their leader
I wanted to stand for the right .
and my friend 'the rose'
helped me sitting by my bedside.
We were both of the same ideals
both of us were thrown out.
Well now we tended to each other
as our days whisked by.
The devil flowed into their petals
we can't do a thing .
but I wish we could
I wish the roses and tulips could be friends
till time's end.
Gunnika mehra
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 2:06 PM UTC
Why plant
A fragile heart
In the wrong place
Setting it up
To suffocate
Like a tulip
In a xeriscape
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 1:04 AM UTC
She was a vibrant rose
And he was a beautiful tulip
but the rose had thorns
piercing deeply into my skin
Her words and actions broke me to pieces
while the blood gushed
the tulip wrapped his arms
healing the wound from a waterfall of blood
both were beautiful but one was deadly
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 9:56 AM UTC
Tulip blooms, she smiles
The pebbles cemented into the sidewalk
And why didn't we notice it earlier
Tulip blooms, he smiles
Piles of tulips in deep lilac
His sentiment to her.
His private messages delivered to her heart
Thank the tulips for all they do.
Tulips blooms, she smiles
When these fragrances reminded her
Tulip blooms, he smiles
Leaning on his solo path.
Spring is here.
A symbol in the journey they take
a petal for each milestone
Tulip blooms, she smiles.
Tulip blooms, he smiles
A swap role in each chapter they make
Who is trying to save them,
really, who is it? If Tulips were fragile,
like them too?
Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 7:39 AM UTC
I put my fingure on you profile bar
to see you clear and have you more closer.
That the only thing every time I do.
Because,
yesterday's tulip still in the garden.
When the account blink online
I press my side button
and go for a sleep.
It's now a Enstine relativity,
that you are busy
with someone's chat or in my dream.
It's almost full -
text in form of draft.
Unspoken word with immature love.
I wish to format my brain
with full of your picture and smile.
But the backup is store in my heart
Not in my pendrive.
You have me in your contact list
I have tag you in my all poem.
I am waiting for a morning to pickup
that yesterday's tulip still in garden.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 10:42 AM UTC
Slowly I'll become that flower you loved,
A sunflower, a rose, a tulip bud.
I'll twist, I'll turn, I'll wilt, I'll forever be this guilt.
Slowly I'll be there, and slowly will I twist and fall in,
Throwing myself into the ocean where I can begin.
So shallow, so empty,
Is this all that there is left?
Slowly, slowly I'll be that flower.
Slowly I'll be the one in power.
Slowly I'll find a place where I can open my petals with grace,
Slowly I'll live once again.
Cautiously you will find me on the clifftop,
This time I'll be smiling.
This time I'll no longer wilt,
I'll be tall and strong emptying myself of that guilt.
This time the sun will bless me with all of it's hymn,
and turn your gun.
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 8:44 AM UTC
Where have they taken you?
To the deepest,
darkest sun out there?
Tender perception of you
And none else;
Painful tulip thorns staring
Right into my red eyes.
Fall arrived already
In the very core of my heart,
But patience won't bring me
To Winter.
The worms shall rise,
And you may join;
As I take in the essence
And spill it out.
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 9:04 AM UTC
The right one will inspire you to bloom
Just as the tulips do in April
They will not shelter the daylight
In hopes to forsee you wilt
The right one will want you to thrive
To grow strong,
Flourishing with magnificence
They will stand there speechless,
In awe of you and your beauty
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 9:15 PM UTC
Like a moth
I'm drawn to the flame
Where I keep getting burned
I'm hurting in my soul.
My fingers are cut
My voice is weak
If there's anything left,
It was gone last week
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 10:38 AM UTC
She stood beautifully outside the door
Dressed so prettily in red and green.
But he passed by her, once more
All wound up with no sheen.
Day 2-- with the sun shining brightly
She was happy and hoped he would be too.
Alas! he had struggles of his own with boo
While she leaned by the window, rather sadly too.
Days passed and so did weeks
Standing strong against nature's freaks.
But today was different, for the summer was ending
For things to be different, she looks up and seeks.
He had lost his girl, grades and more
All his feelings were open and sore.
Sad and tired, he stared out his window
And finally saw her, the belle in red.
He was happy, so was she...
An enchantress like her, never had he seen
For she was one of a kind; the Master had took his time
For she stood for eternal love: for the red tulip was She.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
Tulip in a Grove, alone in Spring,
Like young girl's hearts, it's a fragile thing.
Too bright for its dark abode:
A brilliant corner on a lonely road.
Petals, like shields, rise up as guards.
For all that lives wants to part
The Tulip from its Spring.
But look, there, in the greenish gloom,
There are other colors in this furtive room.
In twos or threes, they stand apart,
Each guarding their own and another’s heart.
Bright heads like maiden’s reticent mane.
Each shines for the other’s gain.
For Summer comes too soon.
- 2011
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC
entirely empty except
for a few fallen petals
from a red tulip...
entirely empty except
for a wrapper of a piece
of spearmint gum I
just put in my mouth.
Mint usually helps my
stomach when it's upset.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 4:09 PM UTC
Beneath the Golden moon,
The waves shimmer,
Like silver streaked with gold,
The beauty lies before me,
I dreamt of you stealing behind me..
Together we witnessed the serenity screened for us,
Sound of the sea orchestrated a wild Symphony,
Waves dancing on silver sand,
The salty peanuts you fed me there..
My tongue cleaning your fingers without a speck...
Content you continued to write from where you left.
I continued to type this song, continuous without a period...
This is just one evening of our lives...
There might be many,
There might be none,
But, Its easy I can reproduce you through my memory,
Another moonlit night and you stealing behind..
The winds might roar then,
The moon might disappear without trace,
We will stand and witness the waves roar,
A wild dance that threatens and we step back,
A hurricane may brew before our eyes,
But, my heart calm resting at your side...
A cold ice cream this time, rain washing your sticky fingers,
You nod at me and I followed,
A Spring morning, when the tides lazed and slept...
You held a tulip and ran on my cheeks,
I stood there closing my eyes...
It's time to reproduce you back,
The Scottish village idyllic before our eyes.
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
Why does the red tulip float?
Why does the flower shine through the window?
The warm breeze shrinks the breathtaking green.
Can't smell a flower, through a cold window.
Springs grow like warm breezes.
Courage, awakening, and blushing in the springtime,
All blossoms show strong, blooming red flowers.
God, such brilliance!
Never smell a tulip through a closed door,
Flower calmly like cotton clouds floating in the sky,
The sun paints red tulips, with an artistic brush,
Red flowers shake like misty sunrises.
Flowering warmly,
The small life calmly desires the clouds.
And reaches for the sky,
Blushing like a shy girl.
Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
Imagine my pink tulips
blooming in the snow
perhaps, this morning
it was real
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 10:55 AM UTC