Best Chrysanthemum Poems

Not following vernal flowers, you bloom in autumn;
By the fence, you stand by yourself in manners awesome.
You prefer to wither at the lofty bough with fragrance
Rather than dance with the north wind in complacence.
(tran.)...

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Purple explosion
Petals bursting violet
Indigo fireworks
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Oh, last mum standing, with head bowed low,
to pinch my spirit as I watch you go.

Your mates all gone, kissed by father frost
will you now surrender and leave me lost -

longing for the blush of red on your nose
calling for delay of sharp winter snows?...

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CHRYSANTHEMUM 

Chrysanthemum, chameleon joy
King’s pleasure bud, a golden boy
A southern belle, snowball whiteout
Perfect for a desired night out
Welcome to her flirtatious ploy

Flashy pretty petals, not coy
A Purple frill ~ edged daisy joy
Fall dance of November hues shout
~ Chrysanthemum ~

Autumn flower tattooed with koi
Mums by that...

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She always loved chrysanthemums,
my mum.
Those long-lived strong proud stems,
topped with blooms of vibrant colour,
survive all other flowers
until December frost.

She lived through four and ninety autumns,
my mum,
and now her time is come.
In peace she lies in willow casket
adorned with bright chrysanthemums,  
her mortal journey done.

They...

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Like a stray phantom,
Shrouded in fog;
I lay down dying
Upon the thorny solitude
- With no visible candles around me -

The eternal night,
As she grows inside me;
Seems to strip the sky
Off its Diamond-Star,
And the chant of Israfel
- Getting pale and lifeless -
Seems to echo my secret melodies.

In...

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Rarest bloom of all,
In bliss, you sing Christ's anthem;
My angel mother....

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Rooted in the ground as being common herbs 
Either respectfully in a cemetery or  simply on a roadside
To guard the dead ones and to wait for the passers–by 

Year after year they  adhere to their own way 
And fear not the rainy and...

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It may not be over for you
But you ended it for me
And even though it’s painful
I guess I should be greatful
Because of you I met him
And now I’m happier 
than I’ve ever been....

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As the saccharine shadows of daylight dims
You can hear the melodies of eager eve
Tangerine sunsets composing chrysanthemum hymns
Songs that the sun with the zephyr does weave

The tempo played by the vibrant sky is before us
Marigolds blooming and booming in the heavens bright
Psychedelic hues of the...

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Sitting on me, butterflies and dragonflies give poses.
Am I not, yet, less known than my fragrant sisters, Roses?

Am I not somewhat less cared for as though nature's stepchild?
The sun and the shower on me, yet, fall tender and mild.

I'm Hope. Optimism in me, like streams...

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In the ancient Empire of the Chrysanthemum Throne, horsemen riders from the southern regions, their steel swords close to their sides, clang heavily to their waist as they ride hard to the capital. Before their arrival, they are intercepted by a rival clan and forced...

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Chrysanthemum whispers
gird clouds of winter.
Frost spells inhume heart
deep into the valley of silence
Loud and mournful poesy 
scribbled the souls
enchaining the last rays.
Misty dawn shone owing
to shades of night
And My Daffodil awaits
for the shades of blush....

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