Best Coconut Tree Poems
Curved coconut tree
holds a ballerina pose
worthy of applause
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.
and like a shark you must keep moving forward
bare your teeth – lest mistaken for a coward
be ruthless – or you’ll drown in your sorrows
only the strong will live to fight again tomorrow
swimming through longevity for eternity – an ocean
paradise just over the horizon – an oasis beacons
an Island of treasure – wealth beneath the waves
the human condition is – to never arrive alive!
dreams do come true in life – only for the brave
life is through before it even begins – for the slave
master your own destiny – choose to be free
as the ocean wind that blows the coconut tree
The dark shade of the coconut tree...
Leaves an eerie silence in me...
While I stare through the window in dead midnight...
Looking for some comfort in the darkness quiet...!
It has dark foliage...dark fruits...
Dark like the soil behind the roots...
Dark like darkness...dark like Hell...
Sinister like the sound of death-knell...!
Some invisible bird...
with its dark dark voice...
Disturbs the Night's tranquil poise...
And a gust of wind...like a water-stream...
Diffuses to my night & dream...
Dark dreams....dark thoughts again....
Like the unheard yell of the tree in pain....!
As though I'm the tree's lone translator...
To read & write about its dark dark chatter...!
The tall coconut trees
Resemble pillars
Erected like lamp poles
Spred like umbrellas
Stand in a row
Towering above the equatorial sea shore
Welcoming tourists
Applauding the coming back of the fishermen
Dancing in the dusk and moonlight
Amidst the disco music of the sea
Have long forgotten the strike of Tsunami
Rests in the moonlight
Coconut tree tanned by sun
watched by languid sea
You continue to play the game and looking for someone to blame
You continue to play the game when everything around you is so lame
The days are sprinting by with a profound message from the anxious sky and frustration is circling around the fence, and the lion is running around in its den with blood twirling in its vicious eyes and aiming at the strangers as they walk by. You have moved the game from the street to penetrate my heartbeat; you have invaded my backyard privacy with grown men shouting from the bushes as I struggle to stay alive.
December has come and gone but you have left me standing alone on the dried up lawn, with empty guts and nothing substantial to fill my growling stomach. You said that January I should get ready but January has expired already and I am still here counting down the days when I will break through the iron gate. I cannot move left or right because of this endless sacrifice. I still cannot understand what you are trying to accomplish and how I should handle it. No one is talking to me and this sometime makes the days and nights completely unhappy. I don’t have a proper place to lay my head and if it wasn’t for my will power I’d be dead.
The peeping Toms are scattered throughout the town and they are watching me everywhere I turn. I thought that May would be the day, but nobody comes my way, you continue to revive the show when you know that destiny is getting ready to go. How much longer must I wait? The trees are still and the clouds are riding with the wind, yet there is no sign of when this pappy show will end.
I enjoy quiet moments in the early mornings but just before the break of day an intruder climb to the top of the slender coconut tree loaded with water coconut just to see what I was doing. And the Chinese business at the top of the hill with its humongous Satellites dish, big water tank and a little a tiny apparatus structure on top to see what is going on. They have taken up residence on top of the hill but the trees stand still listening. My eyes are getting weak and my body is running out of heat. Destiny is coming to a close and you must recuse yourself from the crown and end your age old romance with the coconut tree,