96 Tulip Poems to Celebrate the Symbol of Beauty

“Earth laughs in flowers.”

These timeless words by Ralph Waldo Emerson echo the profound connection between nature’s beauty and human expression.

As we embark on this poetic exploration of poems about tulips, we do so with the understanding that the tulip represents far more than a pretty flower.

Its presence in poetry extends from the verses of William Wordsworth to the canvases of Vincent van Gogh, exemplifying its enduring impact on the arts.

The journey through tulip poetry encompasses the best and famous, the humorous, the concise, and rhyming verses.

Let us now go through these tulip poems.

Best Tulip Poems

Immerse yourself in the world of tulip poetry with the best verses celebrating this floral symbol of beauty. These best poems about tulips beautifully capture the essence and allure of the tulip.

1. The Tulip

       by Sylvia Plath

The tulip, that splendent thing,
Flares out its petals like a star,
A crimson flare, a signaling ray,
To call the world to come and play.

It stands erect, a rod of pride,
Its colors dancing, side by side,
A fierce and passionate display,
That draws the eye and holds the mind at bay.

2. Tulips

       by E.E. Cummings

tulips ablaze
in every corner of the garden
like little fires
their petals stretched
and curled
like tiny flames

3. Tulip Time

       by Edna St. Vincent Millay

The tulips,—how they blow,
Like trumpets, loud and long,
In gardens, gay and wide,
With colors, red and bright.

They dance, they sway, they nod,
Their beauty, all abroad,
A joy to see, a sight,
To make the heart take flight.

4. Tulips in the Sun

       by Amy Lowell

Tulips in the sun,—oh, what a sight!
Their cups, like chalices, hold the light,
Their petals, like a fiery blade,
Dance in the breeze, a gleaming shade.

5. The Red Tulip

       by William Wordsworth

Amidst the grass, a red tulip stood,
A visionary flower, of beauty rare,
With cup inclined, and petals spread,
As if to shower grace and gladness there.

6. Tulip Fields

       by John Clare

The tulip fields, they stretch so far,
A rainbow sea, without a shore,
Their colors dance, like stars in heaven,
A sight most beautiful, and never seen before.

7. Tulips

       by Rupert Brooke

Tulips,—their glory and their shame,
A fleeting beauty, born of earth and flame,
Their petals, like a lover’s kiss,
Soft, tender, and oh, so blissful!

8. The Yellow Tulip

       by James Russell Lowell

There she was, a yellow tulip,
Bright as the sunshine, bold and free,
Her petals, like a golden cup,
Held up to catch the breeze, so sweet and fresh.

9. Tulip Mania

       by Adrienne Rich

Tulip mania gripped the town,
A fever that would not subside,
The tulips,—their beauty, a siren’s call,
A madness that took hold, deep inside.

10. After the Tulips

       by Claudia Emerson

After the tulips, nothing seems quite so bright,
The garden, empty, lacking their sight,
But still, the memory lingers, a vision true,
A beauty that will always see us through.

11. Tulips

       by Wendy Cope

Months ago I dreamed of a tulip garden,
Planted, waited, watched for their first appearance,
Saw them bud, saw greenness give way to colours,
Just as I’d planned them.

Every day I wonder how long they’ll be here.
Sad and fearing sadness as I admire them,
Knowing I must lose them, I almost wish them
Gone by tomorrow.

12. Tulips

       by Sylvia Plath

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in. 
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. 
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions. 
I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses 
And my history to the anesthetist and my body to surgeons.

13. Photograph and Yellow Tulips

       by Dannie Abse

Smile please. And so we smile. Pose that
never was, time that could never be! And
the long-necked tulips sinuous out of the vase
bend over the polished table entranced
by their own puffed and smudgy reflections.

14. Colors Passing Through Us

       by Marge Piercy

Purple as tulips in May, mauve
into lush velvet, purple
as the stain blackberries leave
on the lips, on the hands,
the purple of ripe grapes
sunlit and warm as flesh.

Every day I will give you a color,
like a new flower in a bud vase
on your desk. Every day
I will paint you, as women
color each other with henna
on hands and on feet.

15. Hora Stellatrix

       by Amy Lowell

The stars hang thick in the apple tree,
The south wind smells of the pungent sea,
Gold tulip cups are heavy with dew.
The night’s for you, Sweetheart, for you!
Starfire rains from the vaulted blue.

Listen! The dancing of unseen leaves.
A drowsy swallow stirs in the eaves.
Only a maiden is sorrowing.
’T is night and spring, Sweetheart, and spring!
Starfire lights your heart’s blossoming.

16. The Tulip

       by Emily Dickinson

She slept beneath a tree
Remembered but by me.
I touched her cradle mute;
She recognized the foot,
Put on her carmine suit, ?
And see!

17. At the Bridal Shop

       by Joseph O. Legaspi

The gowns and dresses hang
like fleece in their glaring
whiteness, sheepskin-softness, 
the ruffled matrimonial love in which the brides-
in-waiting dance around, expectantly,
hummingbirds to tulips.

18. Waving Goodbye

       by Elizabeth Spires

Trees bent toward us, mere shadows
of themselves, their shadows
more substantial than the trees themselves.
The sky at one o’clock
a milky white, light-filled,
yet without sun or cloud. And beds
of tulips rising from the groundswell,
each one a little mouth.
I knelt beside you on one knee,
caught up in walls of air
I couldn’t touch or see, the outer world
around me wavering, as on a hot summer day.

19. The Garden Year

       by Sara Coleridge

January brings the snow,
Makes our feet and fingers glow.

February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.

March brings breezes, loud and shrill,
To stir the dancing daffodil.

April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daisies at our feet.

May brings flocks of pretty lambs
Skipping by their fleecy dams.

June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children’s hands with posies.

20. What April Proscribes

       by Claire Rossini

To pick a tulip from the garden, the red one. To put it on the desk
In the small blue vase, here. No,
Here.

To incline toward it then, as if the flower could teach me something
Of its art.      

Of my own art.

When did we forget we were knit by waves,
Not mind? Fomented in dirt, brazenly

We rose from all fours and, from the wrenching losses of dusk,
Conjugated our lullabies.

Famous Tulip Poems

Explore the verses of renowned poets who have beautifully encapsulated the charm and significance of tulips in their works. Famous poems about tulips offer a profound perspective on the enduring beauty of this flower.

1. I Wonder about Tulips

       by Jim Yerman

I wonder about tulips…how they somehow find a way
To grace us with their beauty before they slowly fade away.

If only people were more like tulips and could somehow find a way
To grace this world with beauty before they slowly fade away.

2. Through the Tulips

       by Phil Soar

I tiptoed through the tulips on a sunny day in May
My feet touched nature at its best
And all I had were memories
No camera to record events
And so I stood awhile and wallowed in the feeling
Storing my thoughts deep within
And when I re-booted, I recalled them
And strode on with my May Day walk
Happy in the thought that I would not forget
For now

3. Dragonflies on Tulips

       by Robert Rorabeck

The sun gets so yellow it gets nose
Bleeds ‘fumbling for oxygen as the little
Children lead one another away
From school:
They are climbing up the orchard,
They are pushing up the swings’
They are acrobats in charge of their own
Holiday ‘singing to no one as they please’
Pretending to map the extinct paths of
Conquistadors ‘settling down to eat
Something sweet they have stolen,
And then getting up again
To steal into a Catholic church in the middle
Of the afternoon’
To fall around dizzily beneath the rafters in
Their headlong canopy,
Or to collapse next to the water fountain
And oleanders out of doors,
To become mottled as the sun freckles her
Branches ‘to languish there,
Lungs falling and rising again like membranous
Wings without any reason at all.

4. The Tulips

       by Savita Tyagi

That was the year I planted tulip bulbs.
After a year of eager and patient waiting
The gorgeous red and yellow flowers
Of mellow beauty filled in the garden.

I watched every morning in quiet admiration,
The dew drops and bees circling on soft petals.
The young tulips in mischievous breeze made,
Flower bed sizzle with life, vibrant and aerial.


As morning rays spread to light up the sky
From tall glass windows of my living room
Their exquisite brilliance and soothing aura
of beauteous harmony entered into my being.

But I didn’t know much about tulips then.
Soon I came to realize that each stem
Bore just one flower, and their delicate
Flashy bloom lasted only for a week most.

I felt chagrined and cheated for my labor.
A sadness prevailed as the flowers wilted
And the single stem soon started to limp.
This was my first intimate tending of gardening.

Nothing much I could do but to miss the tulips
And endure the hurt of their short span of life.
As spring advanced into summer, the long
Herbaceous plants also withered to ground.

To see flowerbeds devoid of green was a blow.
The intricate planning of nature felt erroneous.
The showy life and the quick decay, that the
Tulips exhibited was new to my experience.

Or should I say that for the first time I was
Touched so deeply by the natural ending of
plant life. Like the devastating loss of my mother,
The saddest encounter- I took long to recover.

But nature is still kind and benevolent.
It takes our loved ones never to return again
But blesses us again with family and friends.
Tulips too bloom every year again and again.


They give me a week of their life filled with
Amorous beauty and post a cruel message
Wrapped in quiet tenderness to accept
Mother Nature’s workings at her behest.

5. Springs Between Her Tulips

       by James McLain

As for that pretty spring girl
it is or is it that pretty and young,
my mind
kind perhaps in this kind of season her winter
has moved us past.
The soil is free and finaly,
owing too the top of the leafy, ‘which is put off no more.
Heavan comes to him in short pants
and as for that other though it is placed
on the large branch of her herself and sandle wood
which now by the smell his arrival.
It has accidentally,
it catches to the pool of the river.
As for her they of they whom climb out on the limb
over the house of the fish,
low upon entering and leaving,
her reflection and his way you swim up to the top
and bottom of the stairway, leads off her foot.
The cloud tops part and it carries her body
apart to that starting point directly.
As for her the river is never blind and the man
who overlooks the surface and itincludes,
falling softly,
her water the rain soaking our face,
Springs Up Between Her Tulips.

6. Tulips for You

       by Theodora Onken

It was a dance for two
Call it a Floral Ballet afar
A vertible blossoming pas de deux
Beautiful as ‘Les Tulips’ By Renoir

Oh, the colurs were so vibrant
A dance of pastel stroked measures
A French trifled daliance of lovers
A bountiful safe of artistic treasures

7. Radiant Golden

       by Mark Heathcote

Contra to all light there is
No straight paths – but one.
So, if yours is a rainbow, after a storm:
You’ll still reach home a chosen one.
God’s rainbow is strong…
His – is a double helix, bound up?
Close to your own heart and soul.
You’ll chalice all His love up
Like a hopelessly sinking vessel
Then you’ll be his radiant golden tulips.
Even; if your stem too is bent.
For God’s love is strong for you.
Contra to all light there is
No straight paths – but one.

8. Black Tulips

       by Mark Heathcote

Black tulips, tulips red, tulips gold
They warm my heart from the bitter cold.

On bending stems they curtsy on the wind
Bob on the air, like sunlight, been pinned.


In frozen earth crossways hatched at night
They weep – close – fall asleep till daylight.

Black tulips, tulips red, tulips gold
They warm my heart from the bitter cold.

I wish I were a snowdrop an astronaut.
Above the clouds but I’m not, I’m an inkblot.

9. Colorful Tulips

       by Lamar Cole

Tiny Tim would probably tiptoe through the tulips.
He and his sweetie would lay there and drink mint juleps.
They would enjoy the beautiful sunshine.
And he softly kissing his lady so fine.
And softly stroking her hair of blond.
Enjoying the colorful pretty tulips and having so much fun.

10. Tulips Galore

       by Edward Kofi Louis

Wet,
Romantic!
Blossom;
Tulips galore!
You are in love,
Before the dance;
And, with the shades of purple.
Power drive!
Seeing eye to eye;
Golf, gulf!
Meeting face to face;
Sky drive!
With the creative and the attractive mind of love.

11. Still Life with Tulips

       by Erica Jong

Because you did, I too arrange flowers,
Watching the pistils just like insolent tongues
And the hard, red flesh of the petals
Widening beneath my eyes. They move like the hands

Of clocks, seeming not to move except
When I turn my gaze; then savagely
In the white room, they billow and spread
Until their redness engulfs me utterly.

Mother, you are far away and claim
In mournful letters that I do not need you;
Yet here in this sunny room, your tulips
Devour me, sucking hungrily
My watery nourishment, filling my house
Like a presence, like an enemy.


Geared to your intervals as the small hand
Of a clock repeats the larger, I,
Your too-faithful daughter, still drag behind you,
Turning in the same slow circles.

Across the years and distances, my hands
Among these fierce, red blossoms repeat
Your gestures. I hope my daughter never writes:
‘Because you did, I too arrange flowers.’

12. Song of Spring

       by Melissa Lynn Valle

Cool rain on my face
Smell of Lilac
Tulips swaying in the breeze
Wet grass under my feet
Mother Robin warming her eggs
Earthworms wriggle in the blades of grass
Splashing feet through waterpuddles
Watch the sun come out from behind the clouds
Chase the rainbows dancing across the sky

13. Brave Little Crocus

       by John Herlihy

Brave little crocus, the first to face winter chill,
Intrepidly poking its head under my windowsill.
You waited patiently for this season of resurrection,
To bow your budding head in praise and discretion.
The yellow daffodils awaken, tulips purple and pink,
Each open their weary eyes with a nod and a wink.

In deep ground a place where only flower roots grow,
Their instincts sense the first thaw, they simply know.
The mercy of dreams lies in this unexpected awakening,
The roots, buds, and flowers never the spring forsaking.
In velvet folds or exploring fingers, the petals form cups,
Peeking in rows and clusters from the warm earth’s ruts.

The dark ground shakes with the timber of a ghost’s voice,
Memory’s voice again sings sweetly, aroused to rejoice.
Winter’s curtain is drawn open to reveal the sun’s light,
Wiping clean those innocent faces of the winter night.
Saluting shyly the wind and drenched in morning dew,
The unruly blossoms reveal the secret they always knew.

14. Tulips

       by Sylvia Plath

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.
I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses
And my history to the anesthetist and my body to surgeons.

They have propped my head between the pillow and the sheet-cuff
Like an eye between two white lids that will not shut.
Stupid pupil, it has to take everything in.
The nurses pass and pass, they are no trouble,
They pass the way gulls pass inland in their white caps,
Doing things with their hands, one just the same as another,
So it is impossible to tell how many there are.

My body is a pebble to them, they tend it as water
Tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing them gently.
They bring me numbness in their bright needles, they bring me sleep
Now I have lost myself I am sick of baggage
My patent leather overnight case like a black pillbox,
My husband and child smiling out of the family photo;
Their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks.

I have let things slip, a thirty-year~old cargo boat
Stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.
They have swabbed me clear of my loving associations.
Scared and bare on the green plastic-pillowed trolley
I watched my teaset, my bureaus of linen, my books
Sink out of sight, and the water went over my head.
I am a nun now, I have never been so pure.

I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free –
The peacefulness is so big it dazes you,
And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets.
It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them
Shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet.

The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me.
Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe
Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby.
Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds.
They are subtle: they seem to float, though they weigh me down
Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their color,
A dozen red lead sinkers round my neck.

Nobody watched me before, now I am watched.
The tulips turn to me, and the window behind me
Where once a day the light slowly widens and slowly thins,
And I see myself, flat, ridiculous, a cut-paper shadow
Between the eye of the sun and the eyes of the tulips,
And I have no face, I have wanted to efface myself
The vivid tulips eat my oxygen.

Before they came the air was calm enough,
Coming and going, breath by breath, without any fuss.
Then the tulips filled it up like a loud noise.
Now the air snags and eddies round them the way a river
Snags and eddies round a sunken rust-red engine.
They concentrate my attention, that was happy
Playing and resting without committing itself.

The walls, also, seem to be warming themselves.
The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals;
They are opening like the mouth of some great African cat,
And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes
Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.
The water I taste is warm and salt, like the sea,
And comes from a country far away as health.

15. Chenies Tulips

       by Mary Havran

Tulips, brazen painted hussies,
Part their bright lips trying to seduce
The busy buzzing bees
Far too bold for dainty tussies
Vibrant Tulip flowers produce
Visions certain to please

Funny Tulip Poems

Add humor to your appreciation of tulips with funny poems about tulips that bring a playful and lighthearted twist to these floral subjects, celebrating their quirks and charm.

1. Tulip Fever

       by Edward Lear

In a small village lived a gentleman,
Who loved tulips beyond measure or amount;
He planted them all, both far and near,
And made a garden that was quite queer.

2. The Tulip

       by Ogden Nash

The tulip is a silly flower,
With petals that are curled and twisted.
Why do people get so exercised
About a flower that’s just a little bit pert?

3. Tulips in the Sun

       by Daisy Aldan

Tulips in the sun, oh what a sight!
Dancing girls in colored dresses,
Swaying to the breeze, so gentle and bright.

4. Tulip Time

       by David McCord

Spring again, O blessed season!
Time for tulips to reason,
Out of bulbs, into the sun,
Dancing, dancing, everyone!

5. Tulips and Chickadees

       by Elizabeth Coatsworth

Tulips, tulips, tall and proud,
Chickadees flit around,
Pecking at the buds, so bold.

6. Tulip Mania

       by J. Patrick Lewis

Once upon a time in Holland,
Where the winds howl like a band,
There was a man named Van der Meer,
Whose tulips caused quite a stir.

7. Tulip Bulbs

       by X.J. Kennedy

Tulip bulbs, fat coins of gold,
Planted deep, secrets untold,
Waiting for the sun to call,
To burst forth, a colorful squall.

8. A Tulip’s Lament

        by Anonymous

I’m a tulip, tall and bright,
But I’m also quite a plight.
My petals are so delicate,
They’re easily ripped and torn, mate.

The sun beats down on my head,
And the wind blows me around in dread.
The squirrels nibble on my leaves,
And the birds eat my seeds, believe!

But still I stand, tall and proud,
A tulip in the springtime crowd.
I bloom my best, despite it all,
And hope that someone will answer my call.

9. A Tulip’s Confession

       by Anonymous

I’m a tulip, I must confess,
I’m not the best at photosynthesis.
I need a lot of water and care,
But I’m still a sight to behold, I swear.

Some people say I’m vain,
Because I like to show off my mane.
But I just want to be loved and admired,
Like any other flower, inspired.

So if you see me in bloom,
Please don’t be afraid to come.
I’ll give you a big tulip smile,
And make your day worthwhile.

10. A Tulip’s Plea

       by Anonymous

Please don’t pluck me, I beg of you,
I’m just a tulip, fresh and new.
I’d love to stay here in the ground,
And bloom my heart out all around.

But if you must take me home,
Please give me a vase and some water, I roam.
I’ll need some sunlight too,
To keep my petals looking new.

And when I start to wilt and fade,
Please don’t be sad or dismayed.
Just plant me in the garden,
And I’ll come back next spring, I’ll be your warden.

11. A Tulip’s Joke

       by Anonymous

What do you call a tulip that’s always late?

A procrastinator!

12. A Tulip’s Tongue Twister

       by Anonymous

Red tulips, yellow tulips,

Pink tulips, white tulips,

Tulips, tulips, tulips galore.

13. A Tulip’s Limerick

       by Anonymous


There once was a tulip named Sue,
Whose petals were a lovely hue.
She stood tall and proud,
In the springtime crowd,
And smiled at everyone she knew.

14. A Tulip’s Riddle

       by Anonymous

What has a long stem and a colorful head,
But no brains?

A tulip!

15. A Tulip’s Haiku

       by Anonymous

Tulips in bloom,
A sight to behold,
Springtime’s delight.

Short Tulip Poems

Experience the concise beauty of tulips in short poems about tulips that distill their grace and beauty into a few carefully chosen words, capturing the essence of these vibrant flowers.

1. Tulips

       by Sylvia Plath

My thumb instead of an onion.
The tulips are too excitable,
They sway and swirl like flamenco dancers,
Red, yellow, pink, and white.

2. Prayer

       by Richard Aldington

I am a garden of red tulips
And late daffodils and bay-hedges,
A small sunk garden
About an oblong pool
With three grey lead Dutch tanks—
I am this garden shattered and blown
With a day-long western gale
And bursts of rapid rain.

3. Here, the Sparrows Were, All Along

       by Chelsea Dingman

The garden’s hallelujahs: tulips & rhododendrons, alive
in the ground. We expect so much
of life. Once, I was a child. Then, a child
was locked inside me. Now, a different
country claims us. Tie my hands
to the wind. Strip my mouth of any country
that doesn’t fit. Sorrow the sparrow’s
steel cord & textile torso. Its irrational wings.

4. From Euphoria

       by Sina Queyras

Having the wind slip in under our belt loops, though I gently refuse
Gor-Tex, and you bet I will not concede the game. Those small red
Balloons like tulips in your eyes specs of amber, an amulet, an avatar,
My thoughts of you fully indexed, ready to step into.

5. To Spring

       by Roger Greenwald

Along with snowdrops, forsythia, anemone,
along with tulips breaking out of their bulbs,
comes the long memory of the fatal spring
when I was thirty-three and my love wasn’t there,
had gone without waiting and said she’d return,
but winter’s work done, was still gone.

6. Tulip

       by E.E. Cummings

a single tulip
growing in the garden—
its petals pure and white
like snow or angels’ wings.

Long Tulip Poems

Take an immersive journey into the world of tulips with long poems about tulips that explore their allure and significance in greater depth, painting a vivid picture of these floral icons.

1.  Garden of Remembrance

       by Eric Harvey

This garden of remembrance
where Tulips and wild flowers dance,
so quiet where your ashes lie
except for trains that shuffle by.

This garden where we spent our days
next to the field where cows would graze,
Where sedge and sorrel fought for room
amidst the lavenders perfume.

Twas there we sowed our own wild seeds
our bodies lay – crushing the weeds,
Chrysanthemums and roses red
lay next to us in their own bed.

The Alliums and Lilies grow
above the bindweed down below,
While Dahlias and Asters kiss
By Poppies and Bearded iris.

Cosmos to attract the bees
Salvias next to pink sweet peas,
Angelica and Lupins bloom
leave Asters struggling for room.

The path where slugs and snails trailed
where some lay crushed – their dreams curtailed,
of reaching Hosta’s heart shaped leaves
stealing small bites like slimy thieves.

The Jasmine climbing painted wall
white scented flowers calling all
the insects, birds and bees
from the nearby apple trees.

Warm evenings spent hand in hand
our dreams weren’t grand but well planned,
Six children would be raised right here
In tranquilness and far from fear.

Twas here we raised our loving brood,
next to the field where cud was chewed,
They grew and left the family nest
with their own children they were blessed.

Then, you became so ill, so frail
your skin turned grey so very pale,
The doctor said ‘ There’s nought to do’
tumours had taken hold of you.

I held your hand that summer day
as cancer took your life away,
A flood of tears flowed down my face
and this became a lonely place.

Our children visit.. endless hours
say their prayers, bring you flowers,
Grandchildren that you never knew
through parents have strong love for you.

And me? I sit here with my dreams
our garden now has changed it seems
To a garden of remembrance
where tulips and wild flowers still dance.

2. Love in a Tulip

       by Belinda Hicks

Roses are beautiful for a show
Daises are nicer for their peaceful nature
But if it’s true love you want to show
A red tulip is the way to go

The red tulip has always been
The real declaration of true love
It’s black center showing
The hearts burning with passion

Roses are nothing but a mere decoration
As for daises its serenity and peace
If love is what your going for
Then give her a tulip and she will know
The love you have for her

3. Tulip Tree

       by Dan Chiasson

Out late and the night is a ruin, my voice says
the night is a ruin, my voice doesn’t say a thing,
my poem says my voice doesn’t say a thing,

your voice says my poem says my voice
doesn’t say a thing. Your parents own the tulip tree
we lie under, but they don’t own the night.

Nobody does, not even taxpayers! That’s why
instead of overhearing a guitar or, from behind curtains,
watching people change, instead of telling stories

I “obsess,” as you say, about my tone of voice.
People change. Sometimes at night, curtains drawn,
they turn infinite upon each other, just for fun.

I want fried clams, the ones with gritty fat bellies.
If I strike the apocalyptic tone you like, won’t you
drive up Route 1 with me, right now, to find those clams?

4. My Sweet Tulip

       by Ant

A tulip of deep lilac
my sentiment to you
my key to your heart
thanking for all you do.

Its fragrance reminds me
of your sweet perfume
like your beauty these tulips
brighten up any room.

Your sensual beauty glorious
as petals caress your skin
delicately tracing your body
my desires your sin

Lilac tulips our love story
sweet romance they tell
you brought me to heaven
resurrected me from hell

Sweet tulips for my beauty
a symbol in the journey we take
a petal for each milestone
a role in each chapter we make

5. Pink Tulips

       by Christian M. Coli

Please know this tragedy was not your fault
take what you hear with a grain of salt
reality filtered through personal perception
resistor radio buzzing broken reception

Sadly sometimes we only receive static
dimming luminous light archival attic
dreary dark filter adjusts automatically
vision voided barren black negativity

Inspiration instead lifting eyes love light
knowing through daily struggles hard fight
spiritual survivors perpetual perfect fatherly love
child cared heart held grace glorify God above

Standing strong resilient right here beside you
His love timeless unconditional eternally true
expect even demons darkest hour shall pass
walking flowered fields freely given green grass

Tethered together healing hearts hand-in-hand
everything ours God granted promised planned
chose charity kept faith observe His command
momentous magnificent majestic glorious grand

6. Tulips

       by Michelle Rene Arch

The tulips make me want to paint,
Something about the way they drop
Their petals on the tabletop
And do not wilt so much as faint,

Something about their burnt-out hearts,
Something about their pallid stems
Wearing decay like diadems,
Parading finishes like starts,

Something about the way they twist
As if to catch the last applause,
And drink the moment through long straws,
And how, tomorrow, they’ll be missed.

The way they’re somehow getting clearer,
The tulips make me want to see –
The tulips make the other me
(The backwards one who’s in the mirror,

The one who can’t tell left from right),
Glance now over the wrong shoulder
To watch them get a little older
And give themselves up to the light.

7. Late February

       by Michelle Rene Arch

The first warm day,
and by mid-afternoon
the snow is no more
than a washing
strewn over the yards,
the bedding rolled in knots
and leaking water,
the white shirts lying
under the evergreens.
Through the heaviest drifts
rise autumn’s fallen
bicycles, small carnivals
of paint and chrome,
the Octopus
and Tilt-A-Whirl
beginning to turn
in the sun. Now children,
stiffened by winter
and dressed, somehow,
like old men, mutter
and bend to the work
of building dams.
But such a spring is brief;
by five o’clock
the chill of sundown,
darkness, the blue TVs
flashing like storms
in the picture windows,
the yards gone gray,
the wet dogs barking
at nothing. Far off
across the cornfields
staked for streets and sewers,
the body of a farmer
missing since fall
will show up
in his garden tomorrow,
as unexpected
as a tulip.

8. Poem with Flower as Central Image

       by Emily Jaeger

Last time you called me flower
I punched you in the face.
Who needs a blood bank now?

You like to call me horrifying
things: your wall against the sea,
your tulip.

I go to the herbarium
fortnightly, stick my thumb
in all the pitcher plants (it’s free).
You’re on the bus, hoping
to find yourself at each skipped stop.

Not one more night of you:
sated then dysphoric, leaving me
to quasi-come in the bathroom,
every other woman suddenly interesting.

I’m not your night bloom,
serious and ceroid. I’m the fly
that clawed its way back
from the pitcher’s trap.

Tulip Poems That Rhyme

Enjoy the rhythmic charm of rhyming verses in poems dedicated to tulips. These carefully crafted poems about tulips with rhyme offer a delightful poetic tribute to the grace and beauty of these flowers.

1. Tulip

       by Anonymous

Oh, tulip, so bright and fair,
With petals of every hue,
You bloom in the spring with care,
And dance in the morning dew.

Your author is nature’s art,
Your text is a song of glee,
You fill our hearts with delight,
Oh, tulip, so fair and free.

2. Tulips in Bloom

       by Anonymous

Tulips in bloom, a sight to behold,
Their petals unfurled, a story untold.
Of spring’s gentle touch, and nature’s embrace,
A symphony of color, a work of grace.

Their author is the sun, their text is the breeze,
A poem of beauty, a song that appease.
Tulips in bloom, a gift so dear,
A reminder of hope, throughout the year.

3. Tulip Fantasy

       by Anonymous

In a field of tulips, I love to roam,
Where colors dance and petals bloom.
I close my eyes and let my mind wander,
Lost in a tulip fantasy, I ponder.

Tulips speak to me in whispers soft,
Their author is nature, their text a thought.
Of love and joy, of hope and dreams,
Of all the beauty that life gleams.

4. Tulip Love

       by Anonymous

Oh, tulip love, so pure and true,
Your petals whisper secrets new.
Of love’s sweet kiss, of hearts entwined,
A love that’s rare, and one of a kind.

Your author is passion, your text is desire,
A love story that sets hearts on fire.
Oh, tulip love, so bright and bold,
A love story that will never grow old.

5. Tulip Hope

       by Anonymous

In the darkest of winters, when all seems gray,
A tulip’s green shoot points the way.
A symbol of hope, a promise of spring,
A reminder that life will always bring.

Its author is faith, its text is resilience,
A story of courage, and perseverance.
Oh, tulip hope, so strong and bright,
You fill our hearts with your radiant light.

6. Tulip Grace

       by Anonymous

With slender stems and petals so fair,
The tulip blooms with grace and flair.
Its beauty is timeless, its elegance rare,
A symbol of beauty that’s beyond compare.

Its author is nature, its text is divine,
A masterpiece of creation, so fine.
Oh, tulip grace, so pure and serene,
A vision of beauty, forever to be seen.

7. Tulip Dance

       by Anonymous

In the meadow’s embrace, the tulips dance,
Their petals twirling in sweet romance.
Their author is the wind, their text is the breeze,
A symphony of color, that truly appease.

Oh, tulip dance, so graceful and free,
You fill our hearts with joy and glee.
A celebration of life, a gift so rare,
The tulip dance, beyond compare.

8. Tulip Whisper

       by Anonymous

As the sun sets low, the tulips whisper,
Secrets of love, and dreams that linger.
Their author is the night, their text is the stars,
A story of magic, that takes us afar.

Oh, tulip whisper, so soft and low,
You fill our hearts with dreams aglow.
A gentle reminder, that dreams come true,
In the magical world of the tulip’s hue.

9. Tulip Dreams

       by Anonymous

In the realm of dreams, where tulips bloom,
I dance with the wind, beneath the moon.
The petals unfold, their colors so bright,
A symphony of beauty, filling the night.

The tulips whisper their secrets to me,
Of love and hope, and eternity.
Oh, tulip dreams, so sweet and serene,
A vision of beauty, forever to be seen.

10. Tulip Promise

       by Anonymous

In the heart of spring, the tulips bloom,
A promise of hope, in every room.
Their author is nature, their text is divine,
A reminder that beauty will always shine.

Oh, tulip promise, so bright and true,
We cherish your beauty, we celebrate you.
For in your petals, we see the light,
Of a brighter future, shining bright.

Tulip Poems for Kindergarten

Introduce young hearts to the world of poetry and nature with tulip poems tailored for kindergarteners. These poems about tulips for kindergarten are a delightful way to foster a love for tulips and creativity.

1. Tulips for Kindergarten

       by Anonymous

Tulips, tulips, tall and bright,
Blooming in the morning light.
Your colors dance, your petals shine,
A beautiful and wondrous sign.

Red, yellow, pink, and white,
Tulips fill our hearts with delight.
They teach us to reach for the sky,
And to never give up, or say goodbye.

Tulips, tulips, we love you so,
You’re the flowers of spring, all aglow.
We’re so glad that you’re here,
To brighten up our day, my dear.

2. Tulips

       by Eileen Spinelli

In the ground, they sleep,
Dreaming of sunny days.
Slowly, slowly, they creep,
Up towards the light of May.

3. Tulip Time

       by Linda K. Brown

Let’s plant some tulip bulbs,
In the autumn days,
So they can grow and bloom,
In the sunny springtime rays.

4. Little Tulip

       by J. Patrick Lewis

Once upon a time, in a garden fair,
A little tulip grew with care.
From a tiny seed, she began to sprout,
Reaching for the sun without a doubt.

5. Tulips in the Garden

       by Ken Robbins

Oh, see the tulips sway and swing,
Like dancing girls in a row.
Their colors bright, their petals thin,
A lovely sight to watch them spin.

6. Tulip Fever

       by Debi Gliori

I’ve got tulip fever, oh so bad,
My garden’s full of holes, it’s making me mad.
I’ve planted all my bulbs with care,
Now I just have to wait and bear.

7. Tulips and Daffodils

       by David Elliott

Tulips stand tall, like royalty,
Their petals painted with dignity.
Daffodils bend low, like jesters,
Their trumpets loud, their spirits festive.

8. Red Tulips

       by Aileen Fisher

Red tulips, red tulips,
Bright as a Valentine’s heart.
They burst out of the ground,
A fiery work of art.

9. Tulip Magic

       by Heidi Bee Roemer

Tulips, tulips, oh so bright,
With magic powers, beyond our sight.
They make us smile, they make us cheer,
A symbol of hope, year after year.

10. Spring Tulips

       by C.K. Williams

The tulips come, the tulips go,
The seasons pass, the years flow.
We cherish each moment we share,
For beauty fades, and life is rare.

11. Tulip Wishes

       by Betsy Franco

I wish for tulips in the spring,
Their colors bright, their beauty brings.
I wish for love that never ends,
A heart full of joy, and friendship that transcends.

Tulip Poems about Love

Express the language of love through tulip poems. These poems about tulips and love intertwine the charm of tulips with the depth of affection, celebrating the beauty of love and the symbolism of these flowers.

1. Your Love Is Like the Briefness of Tulips

       by Rose Marie Juan Austin


You shout the beauty of spring
In lovely hues
Of red, yellow, purple and pink
As straight as Cupid’s arrow
You got my heart
To fall in love.

2. Love and Tulips

       by Edward Kofi Louis

My love,
And the raising by
To witness its grandeur.
O my love,
And the radiant tulips,
Your lives were cut short
On a cold rainy day
Of springtime.

3. Tulip Love

       by Linda Pastan

The tulips rise from the earth
like lovers’ whispers,
petals unfurling like secrets
shared between mouths.

4. Tulips for Love

       by Randy McClave

Tulips for love, that’s what I say,
Whenever someone asks me why,
I give them tulips, red or pink,
For love that’s strong and true, I think.

5. Tulips in Spring

       by Debi Swim

Tulips pop up through the ground,
Their colors bold and bright,
A symbol of love profound,
That takes flight on this night.

6. Tulip Romance

       by Sharon D. Johnson

Tulips sway in the breeze,
Their petals dancing free,
A romantic sight to please,
Two hearts wild and carefree.

7. Tulips of Love

       by Donna J. Sanders

Tulips blooming everywhere,
A sea of color abounds,
Love’s magic fills the air,
All doubts and fears dispelled.

8. Tulip Love Story

       by Cindy B. Smith

Once upon a time, there lived,
A tulip named Timmy and Violet,
Their love grew stronger than ever,
Until they couldn’t be without each other.
Now they live happily forever after,
Timmy and violet, two tulips in love.

9. Tulips Forever

       by Belinda Stotler

Forever may we love like tulips,
Growing together side by side,
Nurturing each other’s spirits,
With kindness, compassion, and pride.

10. Tulip Love

       by Anonymous

Tulips, tulips, flowers of love,
Your beauty fills my heart above.
Your petals soft, your colors bright,
You fill my days with pure delight.

Like love’s embrace, your petals open wide,
A symbol of love, by my side.
Your fragrance sweet, your colors true,
My love for you, forever new.

11. Tulip Kiss

       by Anonymous

Tulips, tulips, oh so fair,
Your kiss I long to share.
Your petals soft, your lips so sweet,
A love so true, we’ll always meet.

I’ll kiss your petals, white as snow,
My love for you will always grow.
Your fragrance fills my heart with glee,
My love for you, eternally.

Final Thoughts

As we conclude our journey through tulip poems, we invite you to share your thoughts in the comments below.

The tulip, a symbol of beauty, stands as a timeless muse for poets, artists, and nature enthusiasts.

Whether you were drawn to the best, the famous, the humorous, the concise, or the rhyming poems about tulips, each verse captures the enduring charm of this floral icon.

Let the tulip poetry resonate in your heart as you celebrate the delicate grace, vibrant hues, and the deeper symbolism of tulips in the world of poetry.

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