"arum" poems - Hello Poetry

Why does attention so fondly take hold when ever new moonflower buds on lonely land cleared of the last's marigolds that long masqueraded as love? Will arum give way to hydrangea? Will heartsease yield lavender's bite? I cling to mad dreams of hibiscus conceived in the moonflower's light.

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Jun 13, 2011

Jun 13, 2011 at 12:36 AM UTC

cory-childs

Juvenilia: Amaranthus caudatus

Why does attention so fondly take hold when ever new moonflower buds on lonely land cleared of the last's marigolds that long masqueraded as love? Will arum give way to hydrangea? Will heartsease yield lavender's bite? I cling to mad dreams of hibiscus conceived in the moonflower's light.

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*Spring is going to back Silently dropping the purple petals Bored noon, The melancholy flute's of Shepherd Seeking the missing spring Roll up, Roll around the idle noon Random impulsive air Bunch of dark clouds at the sky Pensive Seem illusion of that known Pied crested Cuckoo Beyond the horizon, The eyes looking for Sounds (Tip Tip) of the sudden drops of rain, On the leaves of Quail, Washing Differentiation of mind On the leaves of Arum, Ever Keeps as the containers Integrating Concentrating Compiling of soul Weird one wrapped in mystery Mind Life Seasons Coming up the lyrics of rain Fusion with thy mystic music Afternoon has grown heavier How my mind moves! Chased away birds returning home The heart is rapidly expanded Rain continues to move around Nature demands a new ground Looping, hearing of the same song Shadows filling with the feelings Perhaps this change of thy Bound to sketch A new face of impression*

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Mar 20, 2015

Mar 20, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC

musfiq-us-shaleheen

*weird one wrapped in mystery*

*Spring is going to back Silently dropping the purple petals Bored noon, The melancholy flute's of Shepherd Seeking the missing spring Roll up, Roll around the idle noon Random impulsive air Bunch of dark clouds at the sky Pensive Seem illusion of that known Pied crested Cuckoo Beyond the horizon, The eyes looking for Sounds (Tip Tip) of the sudden drops of rain, On the leaves of Quail, Washing Differentiation of mind On the leaves of Arum, Ever Keeps as the containers Integrating Concentrating Compiling of soul Weird one wrapped in mystery Mind Life Seasons Coming up the lyrics of rain Fusion with thy mystic music Afternoon has grown heavier How my mind moves! Chased away birds returning home The heart is rapidly expanded Rain continues to move around Nature demands a new ground Looping, hearing of the same song Shadows filling with the feelings Perhaps this change of thy Bound to sketch A new face of impression*

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I searched for days, so many days, to find A flower nearing bloom that smelled as strong As all the love I house for you. So wrong Was I to try and find with my own mind Such a sight... Lo! A man was there, behind The signs. He sold me it, humming a song; The seller shouted as I left the throng, "Its bloom is nearing soon, but give it time!" And the flower's bloom releases a scent So foul--It is the skunk that ceased to be Because of some unfortunate event. And so much time for fragrances was spent, This morbid stench only harasses me: The Titan Arum has from Hell been sent.

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May 23, 2011

May 23, 2011 at 11:54 AM UTC

josh-otto

Unintended Consequences

I searched for days, so many days, to find A flower nearing bloom that smelled as strong As all the love I house for you. So wrong Was I to try and find with my own mind Such a sight... Lo! A man was there, behind The signs. He sold me it, humming a song; The seller shouted as I left the throng, "Its bloom is nearing soon, but give it time!" And the flower's bloom releases a scent So foul--It is the skunk that ceased to be Because of some unfortunate event. And so much time for fragrances was spent, This morbid stench only harasses me: The Titan Arum has from Hell been sent.

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*ouvrez la cage aux oiseaux* 1. boughs extending wide so wide leaves hanging all around expansive over quiet latticework dappled vitality fusing into spurts of fine conversion intense loving arborescence 2. attending to dirges ingesting tedia accepting indifference yet in stark contrast heaven holds out a handful of dream-dust if we but chance to reach into sacred reverie dare to escape from land 3. slide down the arum's scape ..into you S T, 24 June 2013

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Jun 24, 2013

Jun 24, 2013 at 5:30 AM UTC

st64

arum's scape

*ouvrez la cage aux oiseaux* 1. boughs extending wide so wide leaves hanging all around expansive over quiet latticework dappled vitality fusing into spurts of fine conversion intense loving arborescence 2. attending to dirges ingesting tedia accepting indifference yet in stark contrast heaven holds out a handful of dream-dust if we but chance to reach into sacred reverie dare to escape from land 3. slide down the arum's scape ..into you S T, 24 June 2013

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For everything fake - Let me feel it one last time Kismet sweet, Villas bleak Marble sticky - Granite meat Let me **** the vein of glitter streets Surf the sadness, Salt rose glass rush Teddies haunted with softness beyond us A ****** blue boldness that begged you to crop love - Titan arum-sea saint With your blood like rain, Inhaling all the darkness Freshly cut grass cane blade; Remain in light, an amber blaze... Curtain wall shatter all skies for our pleonectic pace

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Aug 20, 2025

Aug 20, 2025 at 7:13 PM UTC

SeismicNought

Granite Raptor

For everything fake - Let me feel it one last time Kismet sweet, Villas bleak Marble sticky - Granite meat Let me **** the vein of glitter streets Surf the sadness, Salt rose glass rush Teddies haunted with softness beyond us A ****** blue boldness that begged you to crop love - Titan arum-sea saint With your blood like rain, Inhaling all the darkness Freshly cut grass cane blade; Remain in light, an amber blaze... Curtain wall shatter all skies for our pleonectic pace

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trim and clipped, a puff on sheets and— oh my—a parallax fairies down like cars being pulled across an ocean. I ate you. three times ten to the power of light, a cobalt yellow and megaton of arum lilies wreathing your apple’s bottom.

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Jun 30, 2017

Jun 30, 2017 at 8:34 AM UTC

KingPanda

glowpuff.

trim and clipped, a puff on sheets and— oh my—a parallax fairies down like cars being pulled across an ocean. I ate you. three times ten to the power of light, a cobalt yellow and megaton of arum lilies wreathing your apple’s bottom.

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GLIMPSE My heart a pouch of rich wine overlays yours a drop of blood spilled over an arum lily waits with longing intense, retains no tears as it remembers its cringes of final fear when it jumped into your chest of steel, smell of fruit juice, water and old leather all around My soul lays naked in a room of light while your music plays next door two plumed serpents dance slow dances to rhythms of drums and pipes, notes of knowingness, sounds repeated I listen again and again Spacious a white room waits aged and innocent in a no-zone forest of mushrooms, poppies and pebbles as the piano vibrates with silence while Goddess does not speak of a mission that never ends, watching for symbols that appear and vanish while progress moves worse than a snail with a footsore over splintered glass Surrender struggles to be free ! Drops in space hung on Venus threads ******* heaving and falling, passing tests of temperance, strength, solitude swallow death and darkened silence deep in a psyche of five thousand years Across oceans of space my thoughts travel not knowing whether they reach your light or hermit in your head or the warehouse in which you play with waves of froth on ***** sand seals and gulls glide and shout A lighthouse looks on still and sure muck in the harbour awaits an embrace fried chips beckon and call to fill my open belly of waiting Sun as love struggles for freedom on a higher plane with yours in ether on a wall I read Still you sleep a hundred thousand sleeps of fear and watchfulness in the distance runs Skeleton Woman with tangled bones to be untangled knowing that long ago she completed her work of inner peace with honours Spartacus and Helen looking on I wait not for you alone but to fill your Heart for another work of love, to drink your tears slate your thirst ~become one, two, three to ten again as dough rises with surprises inside eggs fresh full, two yolks and cream to be eaten on a jetty of harmonious voids Love lost and found, lost and found all over again ©ghairodanielspoetryandsong2003

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Sep 11, 2025

Sep 11, 2025 at 4:55 AM UTC

GDPresence

Glimpse

GLIMPSE My heart a pouch of rich wine overlays yours a drop of blood spilled over an arum lily waits with longing intense, retains no tears as it remembers its cringes of final fear when it jumped into your chest of steel, smell of fruit juice, water and old leather all around My soul lays naked in a room of light while your music plays next door two plumed serpents dance slow dances to rhythms of drums and pipes, notes of knowingness, sounds repeated I listen again and again Spacious a white room waits aged and innocent in a no-zone forest of mushrooms, poppies and pebbles as the piano vibrates with silence while Goddess does not speak of a mission that never ends, watching for symbols that appear and vanish while progress moves worse than a snail with a footsore over splintered glass Surrender struggles to be free ! Drops in space hung on Venus threads ******* heaving and falling, passing tests of temperance, strength, solitude swallow death and darkened silence deep in a psyche of five thousand years Across oceans of space my thoughts travel not knowing whether they reach your light or hermit in your head or the warehouse in which you play with waves of froth on ***** sand seals and gulls glide and shout A lighthouse looks on still and sure muck in the harbour awaits an embrace fried chips beckon and call to fill my open belly of waiting Sun as love struggles for freedom on a higher plane with yours in ether on a wall I read Still you sleep a hundred thousand sleeps of fear and watchfulness in the distance runs Skeleton Woman with tangled bones to be untangled knowing that long ago she completed her work of inner peace with honours Spartacus and Helen looking on I wait not for you alone but to fill your Heart for another work of love, to drink your tears slate your thirst ~become one, two, three to ten again as dough rises with surprises inside eggs fresh full, two yolks and cream to be eaten on a jetty of harmonious voids Love lost and found, lost and found all over again ©ghairodanielspoetryandsong2003

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Semalam aku melihat harimau Harimau kalut Gugup menyeberangi lautan kembang api Hari ini aku melihatmu Membawa angan Melangkahkan kakimu ke dalam mimpiku Semalam aku melihat bidadari Tersenyum manis Melambungkan angan ke khayangan Hari ini aku menimbang hati Lebih berat Karena ia terbelah dua Semalam aku merangkai kata Puisi manis Untuknya gulali arum manis Hari ini musim berganti Angin bertiup Menyapu namamu yang tersangkut dalam hatiku

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Feb 5, 2018

Feb 5, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC

ga

Melepas Bidadari

Semalam aku melihat harimau Harimau kalut Gugup menyeberangi lautan kembang api Hari ini aku melihatmu Membawa angan Melangkahkan kakimu ke dalam mimpiku Semalam aku melihat bidadari Tersenyum manis Melambungkan angan ke khayangan Hari ini aku menimbang hati Lebih berat Karena ia terbelah dua Semalam aku merangkai kata Puisi manis Untuknya gulali arum manis Hari ini musim berganti Angin bertiup Menyapu namamu yang tersangkut dalam hatiku

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a corpse flower blooms beneath a blue moon. stench of death held aloft right underneath our noses. once in a decade, hang suspended— stuck in the liminal space between two moments. for a hairsbreadth we wait on bated breath. *amorphophallus titan arum*. a reminder that joy is fleeting, a rarity eclipsed by twilight.

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Apr 6, 2019

Apr 6, 2019 at 1:49 PM UTC

pearsonbolt

corpse flower

a corpse flower blooms beneath a blue moon. stench of death held aloft right underneath our noses. once in a decade, hang suspended— stuck in the liminal space between two moments. for a hairsbreadth we wait on bated breath. *amorphophallus titan arum*. a reminder that joy is fleeting, a rarity eclipsed by twilight.

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I can’t hear even god I can’t see even sin I can’t taste even bitter I can’t smell even Titan Arum I can’t feel even rough Only one is you

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Jan 4, 2021

Jan 4, 2021 at 9:28 AM UTC

NXKIIP

5 SENSES

I can’t hear even god I can’t see even sin I can’t taste even bitter I can’t smell even Titan Arum I can’t feel even rough Only one is you

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III. Les deux amants, sous la nue, Songent, charmants et vermeils... - L'immensité continue Ses semailles de soleils. À travers le ciel sonore, Tandis que, du haut des nuits, Pleuvent, poussière d'aurore, Les astres épanouis, Tant de feux tombants qui perce Le zénith vaste et bruni, Braise énorme que disperse L'encensoir de l'infini ; En bas, parmi la rosée, Étalant l'arum, l'oeillet, La pervenche, la pensée, Le lys, lueur de juillet, De brume à demi noyée, Au centre de la forêt, La prairie est déployée, Et frissonne, et l'on dirait Que la terre, sous les voiles Des grands bois mouillés de pleurs, Pour recevoir les étoiles Tend son tablier de fleurs.

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Victor Hugo

Les étoiles filantes (III)

III. Les deux amants, sous la nue, Songent, charmants et vermeils... - L'immensité continue Ses semailles de soleils. À travers le ciel sonore, Tandis que, du haut des nuits, Pleuvent, poussière d'aurore, Les astres épanouis, Tant de feux tombants qui perce Le zénith vaste et bruni, Braise énorme que disperse L'encensoir de l'infini ; En bas, parmi la rosée, Étalant l'arum, l'oeillet, La pervenche, la pensée, Le lys, lueur de juillet, De brume à demi noyée, Au centre de la forêt, La prairie est déployée, Et frissonne, et l'on dirait Que la terre, sous les voiles Des grands bois mouillés de pleurs, Pour recevoir les étoiles Tend son tablier de fleurs.

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IV. Un grand houx, de forme incivile, Du haut de sa fauve beauté, Regardait mon habit de ville ; Il était fleuri, moi crotté ; J'étais crotté jusqu'à l'échine. Le houx ressemblait au chardon Que fait brouter l'ânier de Chine À son âne de céladon. Un bon crapaud faisait la lippe Près d'un champignon malfaisant. La chaire était une tulipe Qu'illuminait un ver luisant. Au seuil priait cette grisette À l'air doucement fanfaron, Qu'à Paris on nomme Lisette, Qu'aux champs on nomme Liseron. Un grimpereau, cherchant à boire, Vit un arum, parmi le thym, Qui dans sa feuille, blanc ciboire, Cachait la perle du matin ; Son bec, dans cette vasque ronde, Prit la goutte d'eau qui brilla ; La plus belle feuille du monde Ne peut donner que ce qu'elle a. Les chenilles peuplaient les ombres ; L'enfant de choeur Coquelicot Regardait ces fileuses sombres Faire dans un coin leur tricot. Les joncs, que coudoyait sans morgue La violette, humble prélat, Attendaient, pour jouer de l'orgue, Qu'un bouc ou qu'un moine bêlât. Au fond s'ouvrait une chapelle Qu'on évitait avec horreur ; C'est là qu'habite avec sa pelle Le noir scarabée enterreur. Mon pas troubla l'église fée ; Je m'aperçus qu'on m'écoutait. L'églantine dit : C'est Orphée. La ronce dit : C'est Colletet.

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Victor Hugo

L'église (IV)

IV. Un grand houx, de forme incivile, Du haut de sa fauve beauté, Regardait mon habit de ville ; Il était fleuri, moi crotté ; J'étais crotté jusqu'à l'échine. Le houx ressemblait au chardon Que fait brouter l'ânier de Chine À son âne de céladon. Un bon crapaud faisait la lippe Près d'un champignon malfaisant. La chaire était une tulipe Qu'illuminait un ver luisant. Au seuil priait cette grisette À l'air doucement fanfaron, Qu'à Paris on nomme Lisette, Qu'aux champs on nomme Liseron. Un grimpereau, cherchant à boire, Vit un arum, parmi le thym, Qui dans sa feuille, blanc ciboire, Cachait la perle du matin ; Son bec, dans cette vasque ronde, Prit la goutte d'eau qui brilla ; La plus belle feuille du monde Ne peut donner que ce qu'elle a. Les chenilles peuplaient les ombres ; L'enfant de choeur Coquelicot Regardait ces fileuses sombres Faire dans un coin leur tricot. Les joncs, que coudoyait sans morgue La violette, humble prélat, Attendaient, pour jouer de l'orgue, Qu'un bouc ou qu'un moine bêlât. Au fond s'ouvrait une chapelle Qu'on évitait avec horreur ; C'est là qu'habite avec sa pelle Le noir scarabée enterreur. Mon pas troubla l'église fée ; Je m'aperçus qu'on m'écoutait. L'églantine dit : C'est Orphée. La ronce dit : C'est Colletet.

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