Best Coconut Poems
This is written in acknowledgement to the lovely sweet men and wonderful Poets on Poetry Soup who have supported and encouraged me since I first joined. PSST! I’m certain they all have a sweet-tooth.
Demetrius Trifiatis, Silent One, Paul Callus, Victor Buhagiar, Chris Green, Peter Duggan and Darren White, Robert Lindley and George V - A big thank you to all you fine Poets.
I wade to you through peppermint streams
While thoughts of sugar plums dance in my head
And when on land I mark my way
With bright colored jelly beans of green and red
There are lollipop signs with delicious swirls
Atop red and white posts like candy canes
With delectable names like Chocolate Fudge Mews
Caramel Road and Honey Dew Lanes
Sweet Avenues and Streets - a mouth-watering choice
This yellow brick road looks so like Honey comb
Oh did you tell me to turn right or left?
Might take a bit longer to get to your home!
These bushes of delicious coconut cream kisses
And lolly golly bliss bombs ever so blue
Might tarry a bit while I sample these sweet treats
Don’t mind if I do - You won’t mind if I do?
Luscious flowers on that tree just like fairy floss
Oh my! Now this I cannot resist
Just another mouthful for along the way
Then lunch at 12 - you did insist
The ginger bread house that’s just up ahead
With a sweet fence surround like licorice twists
Its then that I see you waving to me
With a large box of chocolates - Oh what bliss!!
By The Glasser Sound Orchestra - Sugar Sugar
POTD 15th June 2017
Luxuriant black hair
Trails your naked body
Soothing all those places
Seared by my burning lips
Waves of silky curls
Cascade over you
Following the rise and fall
Flirting with your fingers
Inviting gentle tugs
Midnight strands curtain your face
As your body emulates
The motion of lips and tongue
A black waterfall of ecstasy
Coconut scented dreams
Of long wavy black hair
Keep a smile there on your face
Until I’m again in your arms
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I am a coconut tree swaying in the breeze,
here in the warm sand I will never freeze.
My big coconuts you cannot squeeze,
but you can add my juice to your teas.
I am loved by the big yellow bees,
bees also love to use water skis.
On this island of coconut trees,
I watch the visitors eating fruits with cheese.
The young men love to climb me to look at the seas,
saying no rain please.
Curved coconut tree
holds a ballerina pose
worthy of applause
The words of the Zulu coconut,
a once coveted souvenir
from an indulgent visit
to festive Mardi Gras.
As our hero speaks
two mice nibble
unobserved
at his
coat.
"Beads
were slung;
doubloons cast.
Grasping tourists
seized the trifling throws.
Floats advanced in the queue
krewes tossed their tokens wildly.
Prize gifts are meant to be given.
So I, Zulu, went from hand to hand."
Meanwhile a mischief of mice emerged
to attack Zulu's varnished coat.
As they quickly devour him,
his paint began its work
within their stomachs
to do the same.
Zulu's last
witnessed
speech:
"Far
better
to restock
the soil of earth.
Better to be spent
as nourishment to some.
Better still to end this life
by sprouting as a seed of hope.
Better than this: "paint may be toxic."
Coconut coconut I like the coconut. Coconut coconut do you like the coconut. Coconut
coconut I like the smell of the coconut. Coconut coconut do you like the smell coconut.
Coconut coconut I like the taste of the coconut. Coconut coconut do you like the taste
of coconut. Coconut cocnut it really is a sweet nut coconut coconut I really love it
coconut coconut.
He climbs up rhythmically
keeping his legs
within a ring of rope
like his life.
Intuition assures
the ripeness;
life-nut falls down
from the tree top.
Just a slip
will end in all end,
but practice
rarely slips.
Though the ways are hackneyed,
he’s honeyed and free
under his calluses.
Morrows and yesterdays,
he never climbs upon.
He hugs today, green and yellow
like the coconut tree leaves.
Turquoise Sea, Coconut Trees And Turtles
Pristine see through waters
Turtles slide by
Rock to and fro as they go
They are my watch
In paradise with cracked coconuts
By: Earl Schumacker -Created on 1/09/14 for “SOMEWHERE” Poetry Contest- sponsored by: Nette Onclaud -Using How Many Syllables - count 6,4,7,4,9 = 30 syllables (5 lines)
Start the day. In what way
was the cold spring, last wet summer a
global warning, indicator. Says
one commentator on the op-ed page, the
dislocations, wars, famines will tax humanity's
technology, philosophy, even religion's ability
to see past daily survival to
the music in the rock. I've doubted the taboos
one frog among many in the slow-heating beauty
of the world we knew. Aaron's coconut.
Peepers doing well in the heavy rains, wet
with joy. Hawks and crows thrive below the jet
stream, noise, perhaps our fears
are overdrawn, we'll get along, it'll all hold together 10,000 years more,
the Holocaust will never be repeated, lush mountain and sere
desert equally appreciated, baseball
lazily paced summer evenings, the harvest in the fall
a sure thing, and the dying back a blessing come to all.
Fell in love with a coconut
The tree stood tall outside my hut
Love sublime at first sight
I thought I‘d have a bite
Lost both front teeth right on the spot
AP: 3rd place 2020
Nature teases man with its creations,
gifts that astound us and make us marvel,
a coconut is perhaps a fruit with a soul,
the exterior that harbours purity inside.
high above the ground out of hand’s reach,
in families they stay and drop one by one,
a fruit so heavy it can crack a skull,
Thank God! for Newton, it was apple
and not a coconut that fell.
Every bit of it serves a purpose!
in natures plan, nothing is left to waste,
the fluffy layers help it sail across oceans,
to create a new life beyond horizons.
The hard shell preserves the fruit inside,
bathed in the sweetest of nourishing juices,
it has eyes to let the germination roots out,
who could have designed such a nutshell?
in human language a coconut is a racial slur,
describes people who pretend to be what
they are not! Philosophers have a different view!
They say a coconut is a divine fruit!
We should strive and be like a coconut,
for when we peel away our fluffy ego
and crack open the shell of our false pride,
the white purity of our soul emerges!
Life’s journey is so much alike!
Where and how we journey and where we reach
depends on the waves and currents of fate,
but lead a life where every bit of you serves
a purpose, so when the final true self
emerges, it is bathed in sweetness of
wisdom that may nourish many other souls!
Written 14th October 2023
Free verse
Coconuts Poetry competition
Robert James Liguori sponsored
It answered to my thirst from the top
When I watered a coconut palm root
My hands stroked his head's top
He kicked me in force with his foot!
She loves coconut cream pies.
She bakes them especially for her
If I loved them, she would feel better.
Nevertheless, I hate coconut since forever.
She bakes them especially for her
Sometimes making them for friends,
Nevertheless, I hate coconut since forever.
Ever since, I drank coconut milk.
She bakes them especially for her
If I loved them, she would feel better.
Sometimes making them for friends
She loves coconut cream pies.
Coconut Cream Shake
___________________________
Coconut Cream shake,
you taste so good
you quench my taste
all the ways that you should.
All your creamy goodness,
it brings me much delight
thank you for the pleasure
you're giving me tonight.
5/24/14-Jessica Thompson
Coconut Cake
Sometime there’s things I like to make
But I’ll always buy a Coconut Cake
In a box so neat and square
It’s white and light and filled with air
Melts in your mouth with cup of tea
And it’s not made by Sara Lee.
I take a slice, then just one more
The next I know I’ve totaled four
I walk away, with still some left
It calls my name till I am deaf
And so I say “Oh what’s the harm?”
This coconut cake by Pepperidge Farm