OK. I give up. In vain I tried to find a decent poem about tulips; they're all morbid and cynical. Now I must ask each of you to be creative and inspirational. Write a poem about a tulip or two! (Preferably one that rhymes!) Whoever writes the best poem will win some home made tulip sherbet and a gift certificate to Tulip-O-Rama in Amsterdam! *confetti*
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Tulips are pretty,
The don't smell like the city.
I love to tiptoe through them,
Because I do, they eat me then.
Beautiful! I win the prize, because I"m the only contestant. YES!
Hold on a minute.
I picked a small tulip just yesterday,
Perky and pretty and pink all the way.
It came home with me to live in a vase
and make my mom happier on Mother's Day!
vase/day? Hmmm... Pretty good Hannah. Sheils, you're right; they DON'T smell like the city! You're very observant as well as dead (having, of course been eaten by them).
Poem #1~
I think that I shall never glimpse
A tree as lovely as some tulips.
(Lame; I know. It's so unoriginal!)
Poem #2~
A TULIP BY ANY OTHER NAME WOULD BE THE SAME:
IT STILL WOULDN'T SMELL LIKE ANYTHANG.
(*chortles in joy*)
Poem #3~
Red with white or sometimes yellow:
Tulips growing in a meadow.
O! How brief their little lives;
Tulips today are gone tomorrow.
They come to tell us that it's spring
Sweet, though scentless, while blossoming.
And all the little bees are humming
Because they're making tulip honey.
Ah! life is good for all, you see,
When tulips bloom in Skagit Valley.
THE END
(*bow*)
I think that Claire shall never see
A tulip as lovely as, well, me!
A series of haiku poems by Hannah
A rake moves the dirt
In small mounds around the bed
Of the tulip plant.
A small breeze wavers
Above the flutt'ring tulip
Before the bee lands.
The sun shines warmly
On the early morning dew
Lain on pink petals.
The Tulip
A beautiful peace of God's art surging forth from the soil with no other intention than to leave your jaw hanging.
Producing incomprehensible colors that leave you in a days,
the tulip could very well be the eighth wonder of the world.
The tulip is a masterful boombastical piece of earthiness that you won't need a warranty for.
A Tulip Poem by Randy
A tulip sits upon a stem,
Broadcasting colors brighter than
Any color you can find;
More colors than are in my mind.
My recently troubled Girl With No Name,
I know that I've blundered in romantical veins,
I know that you punched me, and called me a hog,
I know that our love is now dimmed by a fog,
I know that you'd rather my head get a kick,
But instead I brought you this single tulip.
Though the tulip is simple, to represent me,
I think this *our* flower, most obviously.
For though my small life would be but a weed's bloom,
You, like the tulip, bring hope to the room.
We are the tulip, full of joy and new life
Full of hope, and I beg you, enduring all strife.
I know you don't need me, I know I should go,
I beg that this tulip help soften the blow
And if this tulip won't, maybe the one for tomorrow?
Or the one after that, until love replace sorrow,
A tulip a day, Love, I declare I will give,
Again and again it shall be while we live
I hope it is our love this tulip will save,
And join us it will when we go toward the grave,
The stone may by weather be filled with cracks or a chip,
And still passion soars onward in the form of tulips.
Finis
#1
A trio of tulips grows in a patch,
just surveyin' their existence
as human eyes they hope to catch.
#2
O little tulip in the ground
I love ya all the way
down to your little roots
planted in the sandy mound.
#3
A purple tulip
I found
A sittin' in a puddle brown.
(#3 is written from personal experience.)
My contribution:
The tulip is small,
as you may recall
But I like anyhow
So don't make a row
~ The Poet Cow
Wow, those are pretty great. Woah, Claire deleted one. Ooh! I want to read that one. Achem. Okay, so what if I don't.
Here's another attempt at tulipy glory:
The sky is grey out the living room window.
I pick up my book; I just can't focus.
I want to be outside, but alas, it is raining;
My heart against it's bonds... oh, how 'tis straining!
The colors outside, apart from the grey-ness,
Are just so terrific, apart from the haze.
The tulips: simplicity, the roses: glory.
I wish that I could be part of the story.
I rush out into the pouring rain.
The tulips, the roses the daffies to see;
I can't stand this sadness! A tulip I pick;
And in with me comes on of God's greatest gifts.
~By Shizzy Shebang. (c) 2006
Shill.. sorry to disappoint you, but that was my comment that Claire deleted. I had written out my poem but left out a word, so we had to permanently cut it from the page.
Oooh! Nice poem, Shill. I like it.
Thanks, Hermes, even if I am disappointed. *sigh* I wish something scandelous would happen right about now. Oh, I guess I just filled out my need myself. Holy...! What a beautiful sunset! It's all hazy and rainy but still nice and pink and periwinkle and blue and stuff. *sigh* How glorious!
T
U
L
I
P
tulip
Deirdre totally stole my thunder:
Too many times,
"U" do not see what
Lies in front of you.
I think you need to
Pause and smell the Tulips.
How about a haiku? I've been in a haiku mood lately, so here goes.
Tulips are so cool
They come in pretty colors
Like blue and purple.
Will no one write a limmerick?
YAY FOR HAIKU WRITERS!
I agree with Claire.
Here's a limmerick for you, Claire.
Our front yard was usually dreary.
It really did make me quite weary.
Some color we wanted,
So tulips we planted,
And now our front yard isn't dreary.
That's actually a true poem. Our front yard had almost no color in it the last two months except for some tulips.
Ha! Our front yard is awash with colors. :) And our back yard, too, for that matter.
T is for the way you look at me
U is for the only one I see
L is very very, extraordinary
I is even more than anyone that you adore can...
Umm, that works better with the word LOVE, just for the record. Blast it.
hey I like that song! But only when it makes sense... T-U-L-I? Nice Try, Sheila.
I think i win the prize, Claire.
Psh, whatever, l***b***.
I think Ray pwned all of us. Any poem that makes use of the phrase "masterful boombastical" basically is destined to win every prize.
You know, I think I agree with you Cow.
I think what you're trying to say here is that you hate me and don't want me to win... Thanks a lot, you "friends". Watch me move to CA and never speak to you again.
I think what you're trying to say here is that you hate me and don't want me to win... Thanks a lot, you "friends". Watch me move to CA and never speak to you again.
Woops. Biipin' button.
AND THE WINNER IS...
Raphael!!!
The prize is given to Raphael because his poem glorifies the tulip the most. Consider these phrases: "beautiful peace of God's art... leave your jaw hanging... incomprehensible... eighth wonder of the world... masterful boombastical... won't need a warranty for." Congratulations Raphael! You will receive your sherbet and gift certificate in the mail!
Oh, you guys are all winners! Good job! Just for entering the contest, you will receive a king sized 3 Musketeers bar and one plane fare to Amsterdam good until August 4, 2006. Hooray!!! *confetti*
Oh yeah, I called it. What, what? *raises the roof*
So, uh, where's that plane ticket? Huh? HUH!?
Your website has a useful information for beginners like me.
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