Best Bergamot Poems
I smell something so beautiful!
Many different fragrances are drifting toward me.
So many sachets of poetry are prettily displayed.
Such visual delights!
I stoop to relish one - a citrus blend
with sweet anise and cinnamon.
Ah! How fun this poem is with its taste of licorice!
And here’s one that is rather sensuous.
Its aroma is the clove,
clary sage, bergamot, and rose.
How luscious! I linger at this one for a while. . .
Now I lean in toward the scent of chamomile.
This poem soothes the spirit
with its lavender and jasmine blooms in it.
Oh, here is one not only sweet but spicy!
Coriander wafts my way
with cinnamon and ginger. Such a treat to savor!
Next I view a bowl
filled with myrrh and frankincense.
And what else?
Why, it’s the earthy scent of sandalwood
with a touch of patchouli for good measure.
My, this is an epic poem to treasure.
Right next to it I spy a tiny one -
a packet of herbs and other little things,
But oh, how sweet its fragrance
of nutmeg, citrus and vanilla. Indeed, I’ve found a gem.
And here is one completely fresh - a most creative blend
of lemon, lavender and pine. It is divine!
Now a strong scent of sweetness comes to me,
This time from lavender laced
with small petals Of germaniums, and again,
the wondrous cinnamon
that takes my mind far back
to sentimental scenes of childhood.
Balsamic and earthy is the final poem that tempts me
with cedar wood, spruce and fir -
another one with thoughts of life and nature
to ponder as I linger one last time. . .
Then I must leave this sanctuary.
Day after day -
how I love to fill my senses
with poetry potpourri!
May 1, 2016 for Linda's Poetry _______ (fill in the blank) Poetry Contest
(hope I did it right this time!)
Categories:
bergamot, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
“dans le heure bleue"
My skin feels alive
when you are
next to me
blood pulsing
from the core
of me
Root Chakra Red
My throat exposed
the Wolf now
lies next to me
in my warm bed
savage and smiling
he is seen, he
smells of
fresh crushed green
pine leaves
lemon
basil
bergamot
a heart blooming
with jasmine
rose
carnation
coriander
patchouli
sandalwood
and iris root, then
I’m on my knees
genuflecting
he says,
“Come here,"
He kisses me
and tastes
like
Star Anise
"sauvage
je reviens
vers vous
Rouge
dans le
heure bleue..."
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
V.S.A.S.
"Scent of a Woman
rising from
the Oceans blue
necklace of pearls
on a clam shell
salt and air
silver cut grass
then earthed
terra australis
Red"
Categories:
bergamot, romance, sensual,
Form:
Romanticism
Larkspur blooming in the garden,
With violets in the dell;
Ask to beg some pardon,
Because their petals fell.
Roses climbing on the wall,
Reach up to find the light;
While lilies standing oh so tall,
Have throats that sing delight.
Columbine is reaching up,
Her colours sigh in vain;
And campanula lifts her cup,
To drink the falling rain.
The sunny shades of gold trefoil,
Are basking in the sun;
While hyacinths send scented oil,
To delight the nose of everyone.
Blue phlox lifts her lovely locks,
To sigh upon the breeze;
While poppies grow in scarlet flocks,
Their fires can but please.
Purple coneflower spreads her petals,
Around a browny head;
And hanging heads of soft bluebells,
Are like a blanket spread.
The goldenrod stands in the sun,
Bringing songbirds there to sing;
And asters bloom for everyone,
To beckon the butterfly wing.
The spreading spikes of bergamot,
Give honey to the bees;
And geraniums sit and think a thought,
Beneath the leafy trees.
Flowers come in many shades,
Their glory finds a place;
To soon the scented petal fades,
To soon the blooms erase.
Categories:
bergamot, nature
Form:
Rhyme
A Simple Pleasure
A simple pleasure in simple lines
Frosty mornings, that wear fuzzy slippers,
Bundled against the dawning amber chill
To watch the early robins through misted windows
With fragrant Lady Grey in stoneware mugs
And crispy buttered English muffins
Spread with marmalade.
On a rain soaked early afternoon
When raindrops tumble down rain chains,
As puddles drip from bare branches,
To settle in a comfy chair
With a warming bergamot scented
Cup of tea and little chocolate something.
And when the wind howls in icicles
And evening snow falls in frigid fingers,
Wrapping roads and rooftops in white blankets,
To view the snow blind fury from the fireside
With a spicy pekoe brew in a china cup
From garden parties long ago and faraway.
A simple pleasure in simple lines.
2-9-23
Contest: A Simple Pleasure
Theme Chosen: Drinking a Cup of Tea
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Categories:
bergamot, happiness, joy, peace,
Form:
Free verse
Suspense creeps in with tea and crumpets, dear,
And murder, mayhem, chaos, stirred right in
—Poet Stirring Up Suspense
IT IS TIME FOR TEA
It is time for tea, a giddyup I need.
Water is boiling in the glass pot.
Sublime scent and flavor guaranteed
and great to sip with a story plot.
The warmth of Earl and Lady Grey,
with bergamot or peel of orange-lemon.
So arousing - a nose and tongue touché
as well as the development of dilemma in
my cute mystery novel. The dust cover
shows a striped gray kitten and steaming
cup of peppermint tea. A Christmas lover,
I sup on crumpets and choice daydreaming.
Whether herbal hibiscus, cherry or chai
in this cockcrow explosion of birdsong,
I live for and long for the climatic high.
My brain fog’s lifted, character’s are strong.
It is an intoxicating concoction, time well spent
to awaken this poet’s muse, cozy in red pajamas.
It is time for tea, the steeping and bent
of a stupendous cup, steaming with sunrise dramas.
Categories:
bergamot, christmas, drink,
Form:
Rhyme
soft bergamot
permeates the morning air--
steam rises
Categories:
bergamot, happiness,
Form:
Haiku
I taste your bergamot nectar.
Orange rhythms entice any suitor.
I drizzle you with honey in the midst of true friends
To calm all tensions in the mist of turmoil.
Hence I shall love you.
You shall love me.
And that is how it shall be.
For all eternity.
Categories:
bergamot, beauty, best friend, drink,
Form:
Free verse
Just the scent of tea with the bergamot
brought back memories of what I had forgot
Categories:
bergamot, life,
Form:
Monoku
Trudging up a slate strewn track,
storm clouds gather.” Let’s turn back.”
As expected son slips over,
knee is cut, face like thunder.
“We should have turned left by the wall,
but, as usual you know it all.”
Two hours later find the path,
grimy rings around the bath.
Muddy boots line the hall,
grubby hand prints on the wall.
Sipping on some Pinot Gris,
his lordship states, “That was a breeze.”
“Tomorrow I want to reach that rock,
the escarpment at the top”.
Puts down her tea with Bergamot
“Do what you like, do what you want”.
Plasters on a mud face pack,
rolls her eyes and turns her back.
GRAY - For: Color My World - Nette Onclaud
by Patricia Lucas-Clarke
Categories:
bergamot, family
Form:
Light Verse
LONESOME WILLOW
L onesome Willow all alone,
O nly you this spot has grown.
N ot one other shares this spot,
E lm or Birch or Bergamot.
S eems to me such beauty rare,
O ne shouldn't hide, it should be shared.
M y lovely little Willow tree,
E ver solitary, thee,
W ho stands beside the babbling brook,
I n this quiet, hidden nook,
L ovely to my weary eyes,
L ike a balm to all who spies,
O h to lie beneath your leaves,
W hen day is done in evening breeze.
Judy Ball
Categories:
bergamot, nature
Form:
Acrostic
Saphire is the vaulted dome, the blue arch of the sky
Interspersed with plumes and dunes (the white clouds rolling by)
The grasses, plants and flowers, entangled, sway and bend
In the capricious wanderings of the rambling, blowing wind:
The Lamb's Ear and Queen Anne's Lace with Susanne of Black Eyes
Embraced by Morning Glory, with the sun, whose blooms arise;
The glassy glade is interspersed with nuts of Hicory
As it is with Dandelion and sprigs of Chicory.
Mayapple and Henbane grow wild, without fear or care
As the delightful smell of Bergamot is carried through the air;
Motherswort, Bedstraw, Shepherd's Purse and scented Goldenrod
Each a member of the prairie, they all compose the sod;
Echinacia, conicle, who blooms with such delight
Amid the vines of Wild Grapes, climbing to any height;
The different types of Plantan, Nettle White, Yellow or Stinging-
They all compose Gesamtkunstwerk, when the birds start their singing!
Milkweed, Daisies, Thistles, Columbine and Butterfly Weed
All day long -dusk to noon to morning, when bedecked in dewy beads-
These native plants around us all, they purify the air,
A body ought to thank them, but only if it cares.
Categories:
bergamot, nature,
Form:
She waits with her aged, folded hands
Hands with deep veins and those age spots
Hands that picked and shelled beans so grand
After her trips to garden plots
Where the sun bakes those who have-not
Only they, her hands understand
Watching; sips tea with bergamot
She waits with her aged, folded hands
Now she rests, thinking of coastlands
As a young one within earshot
Bored, thinking inheritance lands
Hands with deep veins, many age spots
Keep on loving, like it or not
As she toiled in the garden and
Fed hungry mouths with money-squat
Hands that picked and shelled beans so grand
Rest sometimes, and understands
Restlessness of youth in Camelot
Seeking their own life, in fairyland
After her trip to the garden plot
She felt quite ill, but did not stop
She needs to tell all, life she understands
As they lower her in the plot
Her dress neatly lays and demands
Her aged, folded hand
Written: June 18, 2022
First one like this posted on soup.
Categories:
bergamot, life,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
Her Friends Call Her….. Sun Tea
O the glass jar waits for time
To turn her tea inside sublime
She takes her place among clay pots
Of Parsley, Bay leaf, Bergamot
Her friends have flown in from above
The Blue Jay, Cardinal, Mourning Dove
They sing! They dance! They gesture wildly!
Her amber liquid, did Sun kiss mildly!
And passing clouds with thunderous glee
Watch glass & Sun turn time to tea
And as the day bows to the night
She lifts her lid, pours sweet delight!
Father’s Day…..’10
Sharing a sunny morning with my potted and feathery friends, and my special guest, Sun
Tea
Categories:
bergamot, imaginationsun,
Form:
Couplet
Tea kettle steam and curtseys greet queenly company.
"Quaint" dainty danishes are dazzlingly displayed
with quintessential utensils and dishes.
Stenciled place cards display exclusive names.
Respective guests, formally dressed, rest with "poise."
Facing "platinum" plates gently lie on lace doilies.
Coral lilies bloom "perfume" from a porcelain vase.
Imagination's "quay" traces Teacup Bay, where
a sea of swooshing scents blend to perfection.
Sinatra's croons fuse with light conversation.
Earl Grey's bergamot flavor warrants accolades.
Spiced chai indulgence compliments petite cream puffs.
Honey hibiscus kissed lips sink in to sandwich quarters:
glazed turkey focaccia perked with endive and feta,
and roast beef ciabatta pleased with provolone cheese.
Tuna cucumber rolls are wrapped like sacred scrolls.
Bakery scones, cupcakes, and biscuits await.
I "quiver" to consider the "quandary" of
treat possibilities, all within reach.
My jesting "penance" for perfection
is to sample three of each.
Mind Your P's and Q's Contest words used:
Penance Poise Perfume Platinum
Quay Quiver Quandary Quaint
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
2/9/2021
Categories:
bergamot, beautiful, food, friendship, fun,
Form:
Alliteration
Sitting here stirring my afternoon tea. Earl Grey is my favourite, so that it must be.
With the fragrance of Bergamot filling the air, recollections at Grandma's house take me right there.
She'd brew up a pot, serve cookies and cake, or sometimes a Cadbury's chocolate flake.
So that's why Earl Grey is my first choice of tea, for it brings back dear memories of Grandma and me.
Categories:
bergamot, drink, grandmother, memory,
Form:
Rhyme