Best Citrusy Poems
night market! a juggle of flavors
succulent and citrusy with
pears pumpkins peaches inflamed
and clothed in sweetened rinds like
watercolors of tangerine and mauve...
stems dipped in waters of tender sun
flesh touching flesh,
nectar glazing bronze on squirts turned into nectar,
into savory brine... then to wiggle
upon a harvest filling
quilted baskets sucked and chewed: beaded
globules, bulbs rippling in own honeyed pools,
tangy fruitage which bears the ripest of ovules
lacing the tongue ambrosial. tangy...
and ladies like rush home with flushed romance
in their heads
with piles of delicacies bending swirling
on their ample chests
to taste the liquid radiant syrup
of eve's craving for a night lovers' feast.
For Debbie Guzzi's Just A Little Bit Of Sugar
2/22/2017
Categories:
citrusy, fruit,
Form:
Light Verse
in quietness divine
the xanthous zephyr balm
a citrusy ascent
to sip on Summer’s tea
a lovely day is spent
in quietness divine
a fine fettle of dreams
the fantasy, a soak
an Autumn bath of leaves
the stately sigh of oak
in quietness divine
by brandy quell of warmth
the crunch of hooves in snow
a pen and paper touch
and subtle shade aglow
in quietness divine
calm wings with songs enchant
all Spring is kin of dawn
behold a lake with swans
pink petals on rose lawn
1/25/2021
ALL YOURS
SPONSOR: BRIAN STRAND
Categories:
citrusy, nature, seasons,
Form:
Monchielle Stanza
A Romios Midsummer’s Dream
In any weather, whether it be sun-kissed
or intensely stormy.
Is to find residence and warmth in the
incandescent,arms of her loving honey!
His olive-skinned arms encircled her,
like stippled, gold, giant butterfly wings.
His citrusy, warm breath, Mon Dieu,
makes her body both shudder and sing!
In his forever, velvet, house she chooses
to abide.
Listening to his Hellenic heart beat, as
strong as the Aegean Sea's tides.
Nothing in this merciless world does she
desire with her soul, more than this.
Her butterfly winged, home and a forevermore
Greek lastling, delicious kiss!
7/4/2024
Categories:
citrusy, beauty, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
To weave a word, a fabric of thought,
Each stroke on dreary image caught :
Pale tinge of citrusy note, half drawn
Written in bleak ,yellowing song--
Old letters soar now in ashen white,
Where muted language of angst
takes flight.
Categories:
citrusy, longing, writing,
Form:
Couplet
u r a queen
your walk
so elegant
so poised
your legs
like marble pillars
u r a queen
your smile
crafted beautifully
u r a queen
your hips
shaped like
the finest apple
in the orchard
u r a queen
your bosom
bloom like the lillies
on the sharon plain
u r a queen
your skin
your melanin
encases your inner beauty
so lovely
so powerful
u r a queen
your name
like a spreading parfum
how lovely is the fragrance
u r a queen
your beauty
far beyond words
u r a queen
your lips
so inviting
scarlet ribbon color
sweet like nectar
u r a queen
your soul
filled with honey and milk
far more fragrant
than a mountain of frankincense
so sweet
so citrusy
u r a queen
u r a queen
u r a queen
Categories:
citrusy, black african american, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
A clatter of human hooves
drums on through an after- dawn marketplace…
the wide tunnel of mouths
reel from the splintered chorus
of jangled tunes bargaining and rattling
papaya, arabica and sushi roll orders: a fiesta
of succulent aroma whisks mid-air,
talkative faces sampling potent crops
on weaved baskets , hanging neatly
before slurpy hands condemn
them to boiling pots: the errant
noise loose like gander and hogs.
How much is this and that?
The slithering, crumpled bills drop
their tongues on purses scraped from
one week’s abominable toil.. oh, darting
fishes jerk their bellies while the array
of chicken hunks glaze under lights, frozen
and lumped from farmers’ harvest
rites... morning so luscious with grapes
colored velvet skin, lettuce tips
pulped by shiny green: and the procession
of lapping mouths reach head tone pitch,
dishes, dishes for salivating tongues,
taste buds for citrusy fruits, on one delirious
mecca to a market, market day!
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A Poem You Enjoyed Contest of Lewis Raynes
Entered 9/13/2016 (Old Poem)
Categories:
citrusy, places, space,
Form:
Light Verse
Orange blossoms bloom heavenly
Citrusy orange growing carefully
Full with juice gratifying desire
Orange tree reaching ever higher
God’s passion ripened in the sun
Scent that lingers off each one
Filling the pitcher pouring it in
Feel a quench of thirst begin
Pour a glass of Orange Juice
Pulp in side is good for you
Satisfy the morning routine
Orange juice is nature’s vaccine
Categories:
citrusy, food, happiness, imagination, passion,
Form:
Couplet
10/8/22
On it, worth the risk to me
You must be kidding me
Why live to be
In nothing but misery?
Just like that instantly
Another epiphany
Seeing it all vividly
Never was into me
But she took the L, so I'mma call her Hilary
Had no idea about my true versatility
The same can be said for what I do skillfully
She tried to switch on me
Being finicky
So I gave her the boot, Italy
Now every minute she
Texts about missing me
Never ended up knicking me
These boys think they funny
I'mma call em' Timothy
No matter all the trickery
It's been this way since the dawn of history
People fast to reach for artillery
A decline or rise in activity
Realize nothing is given free
If it's meant to it will be
Otherwise, it'll occur differently
Nearby and across the distant seas
Close or way off in the trees
Truth surfacing or still remaining a mystery
Speaking honest or metaphysically
This is beyond a soliloquy
Too much of it is contradictory
I'm keeping my third eye open literally
Watching out my periphery
In order to maintain victory
All these fakes doing it artificially
Biting each other what good is the industry
A bunch of copycats and mini-me's
I'm always off large amounts of Christmas Tree
Sometimes it's citrusy
Occasionally I partake in wizardry
But never do I associate with any ministry
In the air the scent of hickory
Often it involved electricity
Then turned into a trilogy
There was no need for back-up or an infantry
In order for there to be symmetry
It required consistency
As well as resiliency
In any vicinity
By now, do you think I care if it's a sin to me?
Believe it or not, like Ripleys
The slope always slippery
Can't let it go in the breeze
Or worry about chickadees
Seeing it all clear not just through vivid dreams
Still drinking and smoking like it's healing me
Truth be told it's slowly killing me
Categories:
citrusy, dark, deep, life, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
So many crumpled letters, and I still can’t exactly say
How my heart crawls for you as toes knot cold feet,
Oh Sammy, will you ever guess what stuns my joy
When we lie on dim parks till all fireflies trill the night?
But we’re kind of best friends giggling in the sand
Flowers sent with buddy notes, the tummy spins
As hands freeze when you ruffle my wind-blown hair;
How I wish my words can fly, “come, kiss me quick!”
The moonlight whispers our names with burnt desire
Igniting wishful dreams when eyes meet skin to skin
So kiss me quick, baby, our theme song plays along,
Yearning to unleash sweet flame in a dance of bliss;
And here I am, right under your hot, hot breath
With citrusy scent that may give you some hint,
Hoping you'd taste my lips in a rush of love's ride
Or my mouth might kiss you quick, just out of the blue!
*kiss me quick
The KISSING GAME CONTEST of PD
By nette onclaud
Categories:
citrusy, imagination, romance, me, kiss,
Form:
Light Verse
Brittle and broken, the eucalyptus snaps loudest.
Pulverized by constant wear
of boots on dusty trails.
Debris of lifeless memories
detached from vital source,
scattered broken on apathetic earth,
pummeled by the passerby.
A lifetime of transforming sunlight obliterated
in the spiraling downward dance of fall,
to publicly mourn its own demise
at the foot of the future,
blooming green and leafy in the sun.
Life starts and bursts so young and eager.
And so the workhouse of servitude begins its tasks.
Fully ripened and heavy in the heat of maturity
then snapping, sailing in the autumnal chill.
Yet in death, oh my, the scent returns,
a citrusy, mint, rosemary-like eulogy.
Eucalyptus snaps the loudest in refrain
to a singular journey at its end.
Categories:
citrusy, death, eulogy, farewell, life,
Form:
Free verse
April has a lovely appearance.
The clocks are set forward by one hour.
April showers fetch May flowers.
The soil is kept moist by gentle rains.
On the kitten's paws in the early dawn.
Soft, soothing breezes soothe the senses.
And ocean sounds to soothe your soul.
It's time to let it arise; April has arrived.
Even in April, the nights still cold.
During the day, it was pretty calm.
It's difficult for us to observe the flowers.
Overshadowed by the shower glower.
The flowers bloom with the moment.
Followed by the leaves in April and May.
Filling the flowers with a delicate beauty?
There were a lot of flowery, citrusy scents.
Licorice with fennel and aniseed flavors.
The happiest time of the year.
Summer and spring are merrier.
We sowed the seeds in the garden.
After the last frost had passed.
Most likely, we're eager to yield it a whirl.
To feel the warm scent of April.
It's optimistic and charming.
As it stretches, and as we admire.
The month of April brings sureness
various types of tinny songbirds are active.
By tomorrow, April will have moved on.
I'm ecstatic with the lovely May blossoms.
April will conceal tomorrow's tears and redness.
April is a month of sobriety.
April shudders at the fun life.
Faith and hope are constant companions.
We're thinking around our rebirth.
Anything that is in the routine of being renewed.
There will be a lot of family pets and newborns.
Thank you for resurrecting the dazzles, April.
We've been dealing with heavy snow for months.
God was merciful, and the earth was in his hands.
In April, this is a symbol of God's line with the spirit.
Creating a delighted and equitable society.
Written: April 11, 2021
Edited : April 24, 2021
All Yours (Apr 25) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
citrusy, 10th grade, appreciation, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor: “Winter is dead.”
—A. A. Milne
Y our old-fashioned lemony pie
E specially with meringue
L uxurious curd of citrusy yellow
L ight hue that exudes energy
O stentatious and tempting dessert
W insome jaunty, yellowy, crusty delight
Categories:
citrusy, food,
Form:
Acrostic
Lovelies, let’s gather ‘round.
Grab your citrusy orange.
Hold it in your palm —
it’s the whole world.
Each one contemplates
the world. We have a world
of thought inside of us.
Christ born! Christ died for us!
Lovelies, have you got
the whole world in your palm?
Find a birthday candle, push
into the center of your world. Light it up!
Watch the flicker. He’s the center
of our belief. The light — savior
of this dark world. An orangeburst
of life, the craving for eternity.
Now a red ribbon, fasten ‘round
the waist of the world.
Lovelies, this is the blood of Christ.
He didn’t waste a drop.
Christ’s side was pierced, no red.
Water ran out instead. Completely
drained, his human experience profuse,
Our transfusion of mercy and grace.
Skewers, four seasons of fruit.
Juicy or dried, but delicious, satisfied
sanctification of each one, the saints.
Look to the Bishop of our Souls, the flame.
Fruit of the Spirit — love, joy, peace,
patience, kindness, goodness
faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.
Remind us! Let us see Christ inside us.
Christingle, look at it!
The loveliest of the lovelies
we celebrate. His birth, life,
death, resurrection and ascension.
Christingle reminds us
to remember his sacrifice, his love
for the whole world. What you hold
in your palm, infuse in your heart.
12/21/2020
Categories:
citrusy, celebration, christian,
Form:
Verse
In my dreams…
There came a morning, full of light
When all my heart felt so very bright
Like Christmas with visions of candy canes
There was Summertime and visions of…
Lemony sunrises and tangerine sunsets,
Vibrant red strawberry wheels for skates
And hearty pink watermelon wheels for bikes
Roller skating tasted of strawberries
While bike riding tasted of watermelon
The sunrise tasted tart as lemon pie
And sunset tasted citrusy like a tangerine
When nightfall set in and there came stars
Sparkling and swirling around a full silver moon
I could taste the light, falling across the night
Reminding me why its signals were so alive
On and on the dream continued…
I breathed in cotton candy echoes
Through rose scented halos of chocolate
I read peanut butter poetry
And listened to peach flavored songs
I watched the joy of a dazzling butterfly
Winging its way through a caramel orchard
When I awoke… to the sounds of morning
Coffee brewing and bacon sizzling,
My mother humming the notes of gentleness,
I only felt the trembling ache of a drooling yearning..,
For a bicycle with wheels of sweetest watermelon
Dripping with sugary sweet tenderness!
A Watermelon Fantasy Ride To Feed My Imagination Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
June 28, 2022
Categories:
citrusy, appreciation, dream, fantasy, fruit,
Form:
Free verse
Totally typical of you to doubt me so, no doubt
Yet, there were times when you helped me out
Pain and suffering doesn’t last a lifetime, my dear
I believe You will see me through, despite my fear
Corruption and chaos mix with strife horrendously
Appreciate what good life has to offer to you exceedingly
Lemons and limes are my favorite citrusy fruit juice nearly
Categories:
citrusy, angst,
Form:
Acrostic