Best Blackberries Poems
Blackberries in my hot pie topped with ice cream, a bowl makes my mouth beam.
Blackberry wine, is so very divine.
Blackberries covered in cottage cheese, this dish will bring me to my knees.
Blackberries~raspberries~strawberries in a dish, makes me want to make a big wish.
Blackberry ice cream topped with blackberries, is better than with cherries.
Blackberry syrup with blackberries on french toast, is the best from coast to coast.
Guess you have figured it out, I love Blackberries without any doubt.
Date Written:7/30/2022
Note: I do not drink. I needed a rhyme with divine.
Sunlight dictates our days somehow
Evenings speak of duvets now
People begin to cough or sneeze
Trees start to dread each single breeze
E-type says there’s nowhere to park
Mornings complain about the dark
Blackberries doubt that they’ll get picked
English sheepdog begs for a stick
Radio talks of candidates
Fake news drowns out any debate
Autumn colours each working day
Leaves demand to be swept away
Last week’s paper knew it was true
September would remember you.
Autumn
Chilly evenings
Windswept leaves on the ground
Picking blackberries in the hedge
Tasty
Spindly stretching brambles rebel from main form
Amused bending stems eject spikes of rhino horn
Thorns barely a repellent for birds resourceful
Tweezer glowing twilight globe, a bitter morsel
Fresh field alien green cone births berry's infant
Chantilly lace pale pink petticoat wraps nymphet
Confetti celebratory moult bulges her fertility
Eighty protruding bulbs shiver in vulnerability
Stern season carousel chastens scanty branches
Snow swallow, boggy terrain new tepid attaches
Saw edge foliage unfold, twitching fox ears
Clusters encombour limbs, absinthe adheres
Florid flocks tossle, augment midnight family babble
Morning dew melt sapor stains fingers which dabble
Outcast tongue teaser, lumpy rubber cleaved
Mauve motivate jaunty juice, mouth received
9th August 2022
Written for Contest:
Thoughts on Blackberries
Sponsor:
Matt Caliri
Come July, blackberries ripen on prickly vine
Hug fence-lines defining the dusty country road
Twittering thrushes flutter, chirping while they dine
Come July, blackberries ripen on prickly vine
Sweeter fruits like faceted black diamonds shine.
Picking must begin before tall grasses are mowed
Come July, blackberries ripen on prickly vine
Hug fence-lines defining the dusty country road.
the skin on the floor
does not lumber down the hill
blackberries ripen
July 5, 2018
blackberries relished, picked, coated
with sugar, fingers deliciously stained.
the tonic bumps twirl with my tongue
the sweetness and berry bravado
of childhood, picking and tasting
this satiating serendipity for one.
i wonder if my sisters and brother
found the wild bramble?
or is it all mine -
this mine of sweet black fruit.
8/4/2022
Clusters of black orbs
Glisten in golden sunshine
Skins swell and ripen.
Blackberries, blackberries, what’s the big deal?
They’ve too many seeds, and they give me no thrill.
They’re actually tart and they’re only sweet when
placed into a pie. Are they even good then?
Likewise the strawberry is not all that great
except if you eat it along with your mate.
You see how in movies some great lover dips
that berry in chocolate for his lover’s lips.
Think of all berries that you’ve ever had.
Cranberries, mulberries, etc. . . . all bad!
Berries just aren’t BERRY good. From elderberry
to choke(me)berry. And please forget the gooseberry!
Raspberries, boysenberries, and blueberries too.
THOSE are the only three I care to do!
But blackberries, blackberries. What good are THEY?
Unless they are sweetened, I’ll throw them away.
Aug. 6, 2022
For Matt Caliri's Your Thoughts On Blackberries Poetry Contest
The taste of wild blackberries on her lips,
And the grains of vanilla on her cheek,
The tingle of brambles brushed my eyes
When I kissed the velvet physique.
A tang on the tongue of aniseed
When shuddering gasped a torrid peak,
The taste of wild blackberries then once more
And vanilla on her cheek.
I walked past leaving the noisy streets behind
Entered a less travelled path leading to the woods
Where the scene gleamed with refreshing verdure
Here Nature lay in calm repose, deaf to all hustle n’ scuffle
Welcomed by the scent of flowers and foliage,
I stood in this engulfing ocean of silence.
The place calmed my mind and lulled my nerves.
As I proceeded, watching each blade of grass n’ flower
I sighted a pathway between thickets
Like the midline parting of a woman’s hair
Seeing it strewn with stones and thorny brambles
I was resentful to take that route, but something
Caught my sight....! Amid the bracken
There was a bramble full of ripe blackberries
It was an unexpected bounty, the wilderness offered me
How beautifully the ripe berries clung to one another
Those onyx beads, those cobalt shiny spheres!
How temptingly they looked in their glossy sheen
Braving their prickles that scraped my wrists
I reached out my hands to pluck them
I wondered-was it wicked of me to have picked them?
When I tasted them, I couldn’t withstand the temptation
To pluck more and more, so sweet and succulent
With no dust or dirt and not needing to be washed or wiped
As the tangle of thorns caressed my hands and skin
With bleeding arms and purple juice in the corners of my lips
I plucked and ate them as much as I could
With no can or container to collect them,
I left the rest for birds and bunnies to relish
While leaving, I felt the curved prickles hooking into my clothes
As if inviting to munch them till my tongue turned into indigo hue.
August.1.2022
Thoughts on Blackberries Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Matt Caliri
Farther down the glade beyond Myrtle Creek
Where, as a kid, I went hunting for raspberries,
We discovered a ripening patch of blackberries
Grandmother and I went there for a solid week.
One early morning we heard a frightful shriek
And, we didn’t stop to entertain any inquiries,
Hastening out with half a bucket of ripe berries
Truthfully, in our stomachs, we felt kind of weak.
Grandmother’s pies were enhanced by the tale
Of our sudden departure from the berry patch,
And how we hurriedly left with a half-filled pail
We embellished the story of our quick dispatch,
Always leaving the impression, without a fail,
That we had met up with a real live Sasquatch.
Written July 3, 2021
*Image of Blackberries by Pixabay.
It's Blackberries
It's in the thoughts.
It's in the classroom.
It's during recess.
It's in the cafeteria.
It's in the library.
It's waiting for the school bell to ring.
It's the school bus ride home.
It's the tossed school bag on the porch.
It's in Pup-Tart, frolicking ahead.
It's the trail behind the house.
It's in the search.
It's in the anticipation.
It was in the lost.
It's in the found.
It's in the bending down to pluck.
It's in the endless lapping of my face by Pup-Tart!
It's in the holding in my palm.
It's in the look of my gaze.
It's in the tossing into my mouth.
It's in the chewing-bursting sensation.
It's down the throat into the satisfaction of a 50-year-old remembering -- blackberries!!
2022 August 06
*5th Place*
Your Thoughts On Blackberries
~~Matt Caliri: Judged 2022 September 08
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Ripened Blackberries
Fall to ground to germinate...
Gentle hand grasp ate
BLACKBERRIES
I cherish, relish
tart flavour of succulent
juicy blackberries.
Amused as my tongue to show
being painted indigo.
Big blackberry tree
leans on wall of my garden
On next neighbour’s side.
They enjoy all the ripe fruits.
On my side birds leave some seeds.
In season of fruits
clusters of blackberry hang
from my planted tree
tempting me to taste in vain.
I have to buy from market.
08/08/2022
Your Thoughts on Blackberries
Contest by Matt Caliri