Best Fruitful Poems
I love my little corner of the yard
when nearby Lilac Bush perfumes the air.
The human dwellers treat me with regard.
They sit behind their house and simply stare.
They gaze on me while I am in the pink
and blooms on me are streaked with white and rose.
They sometimes deeply breathe my scent; I think
they like me best when I’m in fancy clothes.
In time, their small ones stay around all day
and swing from ropes strung from my strongest arm.
I’m glad to serve my young friends in their play.
But later, I bring forth my greatest charm.
My ovaries expand and overlap. . . . .
My luscious fruit gets plucked, and then I nap!
Feb 17, 2021
for the 'Open Poetry 2' Contest of Charlotte Puddifoot
Lemonade soaked sunshine
Peach sweet heat
Watermelon waves taste
Of graham cracker sand
And nestled pomegranate pebbles
On strawberry beaches
In pineapple green grass
Mango daisies dance
Marshmallow clouds dot
Blueberry-smiled skies
Tangerine sorbet sunset
Kisses plum freckled stars
Sprinkled through blackberry night
Under the cooling cantaloupe moon
Until blushing raspberry currents
Awake the honeydew dawn.
7/16/19
In our city at night,
One can see glowing lights,
And many busy vehicles,
Slowly moving through the streets.
Delicious barbecues for dinner,
The sizzling sounds are such a winner,
The aroma of meat makes us hungry,
And we crave it all, tender and yummy.
In our city, you can wander,
And find sights that make you ponder,
The streets are safe and secure,
With the presence of authorities, for sure.
Nestled in the heart of Mindanao,
A city where bounty never stops to flow,
From durian, pomelo, to mango,
A foodie paradise, it's hard to let go.
Kidapawan is the name,
A city of fruits that has earned its fame,
Known for its tropical treats,
Where the flavors of sweet fruits can't be beat.
Kidapawan is a gem of a city,
With natural wonders and culture aplenty,
A destination worth your time and stay,
Come and experience Kidapawan today!
A swarm of longings flanking like bees
around the tree that once stood free
Stole it's fruits, shoots were torn,
It stood bare while the bees scorned
Bees needled around the shred roots-
as nails hammered in the hooves
Ate the roots, sucked the life,
No breath was left, no branch to survive
The bareness, The death and cause so small,
A tree of fruit is victim to all
A wave of wind then slightly kicks,
Feeling no brown but only bricks
Never it saw this eerie sight,
The fruitful tree fell off the might..
My sister enjoys planting pumpkin
Shes called a country bumpkin
She harvests in her garden
among oscillating leaves
Her birthday is in November
On the seventh, I remember
Shes called a country bumpkin
Abundant seed she sunk in
On your very special day
Sending sisterly love your way
On the seventh, I remember
Glowing birthday cake candles ember
May your day be as fruitful as your garden
And may your heart never harden
Sending sisterly love your way
Upon a sunshine prayer today and everyday
Watermelon wheels circle round and round,
thump, thump, thumping, on bumpy ground.
The pits sparkle, as they spin and whirl,
and juicy pink flesh, flashes and twirls;
the treads of its rind, striped green,
a watermelon bike, a fruitful machine.
Date: July 9, 2022
For: A watermelon Fantasy Ride to Feed My Imagination Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
in strawberry dawn
yellow roses tinged with gold
midst trembling green leaves
blueberry skies and
afternoon's raven shadows
seagulls glide gilt bay
mulberry evening
as scarlet butterflies leave
with stars as their guide
blackberry midnight
phantoms dance in lilac dreams
like breeze in the trees
While Mr. Bartlett was heard to declare,
"I will be famous. I've found a new pear!"
He was nothing compared to Mr. Newton,
Who found the first fig tree with some fruit on!
When next in a biscuit, he rolled it,
Enhancing its flavour. Gourmets extolled it!
Next came a gardener who saw the rain
Run off apples he grew. Leaving no stain!
Seeing their clean red skin, remarked "Oh Gosh!"
The right name for this brand is "MacIntosh!"
Next came a woman who reached her zenith
When they named a green apple, "Granny Smith!".
With even complexion, and no rumpling,
‘Twas an apple perfect for making a dumpling!
Then a little girl not to be outdone,
Said to her Father in a bit of fun,
I’d like to name that sweet English plum.
I’ll call it Victoria, after my dear old Mum!
Next a sweet, red cherry, they named Bing,
After a soft crooner who loved to sing,
Who cares if it's true? At least it’s romantic.
Besides, let’s not be too pedantic!
Was this how most fruit names were given?
First, folks found they were resolutely driven
To put their name to a specific fruit.
Then came others who quickly followed suit!
Whether we like the results, most agree,
It's how some things are named. Will always be!
But should you develop a fruit like a pear,
Your name must be worthy for it to bear.
Can you imagine the grief begotten
If your name should be Ava Rotten?!
Rhymer Aug 25th, 2016
The smell of cantaloupe is enticing
Yearning to feel it’s smoothly texture
It beckons me to it with an unworldly call
The slippery flesh is on my earthly skin
As I hold the fruit it embraces me,
How sweet! How kind it is!
I sympathize and crave it!
A plant that is living and purring
Communicates to us with undecipherable
Decibels that can be heard from beyond our senses
But, I’m hungry; so hungry!
Tearing apart it’s flesh
It’s now a part of me; broken down to a
Molecular level.
So much soil of various types
but only one produces good fruit
for the seed to fall real deep
then it’ll produce from the root
This needs to be spiritually thought
God’s word being the true seed
which falls upon the human heart
so this need be fertile ground indeed
Jesus speaks here in this parable
to show nature of true living faith
one that produces real true fruit
such show multiplied crop as Jesus saith
Remind yourself more than often
Matthew thirteen verse eight
believing God’s word all so true
to produce real fruit real great
("Still other seed fell on good soil, where it produced a crop--a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown."
MATT 13:8)
Peaches and cream in a golden cup,
The fruit at the bottom,the cream on top;
Once you start eating you can never stop.
Fruit is so good for all to sup,
Gives you great nutrieints;
To keep standing up.
--- Princefreakasso
(Artist and Poet)
a friday or another
a walk with mother
is that fruitful
walking ahead see a shop
having a stop
looking at whats
different walk
makes a day
with a small friutful day
A Fruitful Tree
I am a tree but my fruit is not free,
I treat equal I don't discriminate between he or she,
Don't you know on the water of good I feed,
Think before you sow seed I am a tree indeed,
I don't want much only rays of virtue I need,
I am a tree but my fruit is not free.
Short Poem By Abad Ur Rehman Khan
Poet Of Pakistan
Fruitful faeries flying freshly frightenly faraway
Flashing flea-bitten furry fireflies fantasy fey,
Faux flash-dancing flowery figs flowing flippantly free,
Ferocious fierce foursome fruit-flies flying fantasy’s flea.
Fast-fingered flicker formidably frugally fit flexible.
Frosting frilly flounder’s fluorescent fetish fully fixable.
Fanciful freckled fathomably frosted filly fibs flitting,
Fashionable forcefully fanatical farmhand fuzzily fretting.
Fun-loving, flippant foolhardy fivefold finger’s foghorn.
Fooled fellow’s fervent fleecy foppish fire fuzzily forlorn.
Fantastical fanged frolicking fishy fuzzy fickle frills.
Fixes froggy’s fanciful fanned fox figs from freezing Frankfort.
Fruitful day
A pink lemonade sky
ripe with nectarine
and peach cobbler clouds
revealing an orange slice
on a honeydew horizon
greets us this morning
as we look forward
to another fruitful day
filled with love
Good morning Soupers