Best Guavas Poems
Summer dances in the hills
dressed in colors of the fields
golden braids sunlit skin
velvet gown aquamarine
veil of flowers lilac pink
saffron diamonds ruby ring
on her hair a crown of green
with cerulean sparkling beads
chartreuse shoes, coral lips
rose fragrant lily mix
skipping dancing with the wind
in her arms a basket fill
guavas lemons nectarines
watermelons cherries figs
poppy flowers golden wheat
chasing crickets bumble bees
till the leaves festive green
turn to golden fallen tears
then twirling waves goodbye
colors mist rise and vanish
with a wink return a smile.
Sixth Place Winner: Brian Strand-No 1291-3/3/24
Sixth Place Winner: Brian Strand Premiere No 1202-3/25/23.
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All Yours-3/6/21
Categories:
guavas, summer,
Form:
Lyric
seven sisters peck the round red guavas into hanging crescent shades
January 10, 2016
Contest: Monoku # 1
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Categories:
guavas, bird, fruit,
Form:
Monoku
Every morning and evening, I happen to watch parrots,
A pandemonium always adorns my guava tree;
Each parrot seems unique, having its very quaint merits,
Like angelic souls, they seem in physique and psyche free...!
What a strong jambiya dagger curved bill! Vertical stance!
Green drainpipe pants-clad legs! Clawed zygodactyl stylish feet!
The parrots that visit my tree in green the scene enhance,
In a romantic mood, merrily my guavas they eat...!
Splendidly observing humans, parrots mimic their speech,
So melodious is their Tabor pipe trumpeting song;
Ballet-like they grip, grasp, and at the highest top they reach,
A craft of the master craftsman, they're happy all day long...!
In my melancholic moods, parrots lift my heart and soul,
In gracing the charm of the world, parrots play a great role...!!!
Categories:
guavas, bird, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
I take look at my life
I could see the green pastures
Which are like garden of Eden
They are full of fruit
colorful fruit
I could see the oranges
mangoes and guavas
I could even smell
the sweet taste of aroma from nature
but I am not there physical
And life is too short
to achieve everything
But once at a time
some say bit by bit
some say steady but surely
what do i say my dear friend
because some people cant stand up strong
some people cant wait for long
while they have mission to complete
and life is too short
too short to achieve everything
What is our youth doing in our communities
ignoring politics while living under constitution
Instead of fighting technical fight
they are fighting physical fights
killing our innocent brothers
raping and robbing the women of our nation
these people have lost their humanity
I shall recall on our great heroes
who stood up and fought for our rights
yet they knew their limits
but they went far beyond their limits
because they knew that life is too short
to live under oppression
By Siphelele Nsele
Categories:
guavas, absence, addiction, africa, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
My owners call me horse
You'd think I was barnyard watch dog
Fancy that. My spot beneath a shaded guava tree
Face rustic oversize shack with wide veranda
Where they rock. They watch me feed
Where green grass grow, where fowls and pigs stray
Feasting on ripe guavas, some bounce off my back
I don't mind that; not even the weight of my owner
Or his wife, riding me on certain days -
Wild smell of their plantation cling to me
They'd groom me from ticks, and feed me well
But their adopted son knew unsavory tricks
He'd grin, tickling parts of me with a bamboo stick.
One morn my owners stayed so long
I felt out of place, tormented by and by
That mischievous boy reached and pulled my tail
A horse knows only one way to kick
So an awful lick made him shout. He was out
From across the road, one hurried half stunned.
Sun at its zenith sat and watched
It was I, carrying my tormentor on my back
Seemed I walked a million miles
So he could be seen by a Doc
We walked and walked, until
Rain clouds cautioned us to turn back.
Day after day, I would watch Reggie at a distance
Sitting, staring, staying his hands straight.
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Sponsor... Matt Caliri
Contest Name...'Back To The Barnyard'
Date...3-14-16
Categories:
guavas, abuse, anger, change, growing
Form:
Verse
Now Ms Dietrich,
I have to give a response,
To your poem on behalf of fruit lovers, thus;
Of fruits we will disagree
I love then for breakfast, even for tea.
I love my apples, peaches and pear
Watermelons, coconuts, and guavas
No fear!
I eat a cherry, then a plum
And suck on star apples until the milk is done.
Even when they are stuck in my throat
Moving north, but heading south.
Love them.
Tangerines, Mandarins and artiniques,
From the same genus,but all unique
Oh and the grapes which are fed
While lying on my feathered bed
Can I tell you about the cucumber
Chew it. bend it, then devour
Now my favourite is the avocado
Refreshes vigour, and strengthens ardour
Now there are some exotic ones you see
News headlines to you but old story to me
My voyages have been long time made
Within each log, I write a page
On the last line an anecdote
To the humble gage, and artichoke
But if ever I have a regret
It's of the fruits not tasted yet.
Categories:
guavas, food, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Life is too short
I take look at my life
I could see the green pastures
Which are like garden of Eden
They are full of fruit
colorful fruit
I could see the oranges
mangoes and guavas
I could even smell
the sweet taste of aroma from nature
but I am not there physical
And life is too short
to achieve everything
But once at a time
some say bit by bit
some say steady but surely
what do i say my dear friend
because some people cant stand up strong
some people cant wait for long
while they have mission to complete
and life is too short
too short to achieve everything
What is our youth doing in our communities
ignoring politics while living under constitution
Instead of fighting technical fight
they are fighting physical fights
killing our innocent brothers
raping and robbing the women of our nation
these people have lost their humanity
I shall recall on our great heroes
who stood up and fought for our rights
yet they knew their limits
but they went far beyond their limits
because they knew that life is too short
to live under oppression
By Siphelele Nsele
Categories:
guavas, education, fear, heaven, miss
Form:
Free verse
I pity it’s becoming a very rare sight
Colourful birds in peaceful flight
Why then Nature must bear the brunt
While spoilers claim to be innocent
How are the lovely trees hurting?
And flowering ones are harming?
Destruction is done beyond salvage
So Man is making the world a cage
Picking wild fruit makes me less forlorn
Forest dwellers blow their wreath’s horn
Unripe green guavas snatched are thrown
Indiscriminately its twigs are lying down
It’s my Eden with so many diverse trees
Finest muffled music, butterflies and bees
Even damsels are intoxicated in delight
The wild flowers turn it into elated sight
Nature is said to be our beloved MOTHER
Why then we become its permanent destroyer?
Why then wanton crimes always abound
Wherever we go in the world on our round
I appeal to all, you become real healers
And cease the ill and turn into planters
Our children shall be getting the pleasure
From the meticulously guarded treasure.
Categories:
guavas, earth, environment, nature,
Form:
Couplet
Adam Actually Aced An Awesome Adventure
Bradley Boldly Baked Bad Beef
Christopher Canned Cut Cold Cuts
David Dunked Darla Dimple
Evan Ecstatically Escaped Every Eagle
Franklin Flipped Fat Franks
Gary Gerrickson Gave Gary Ginton Good Gooey Guavas
Harriet Had Hot Ham
Impish Idiot Igor's Island
Jerky Jared's Jelly Jammies
Kate's Kosher Kitty Kale
Leon's Lovely Lyrical Limerick :D
Marys Many Morbid Mail Men
Nana Nancy's Nonexistent Nymphs
Orange Orangutan Oliver's Oily Olive Oboe
Patty's Peabrained Puppys Pea
Queenies Quails Quest
Rad Raphael's Rolo Rapped "Red Robins Ripped Rose"
Samuels Sadsack Sister Sat
Totally Tubular Thomas Took Tammy's Tempeh
Understandable Underdog Ursula Unfaithfully Undertook Understudy
Victors Vamped Valiant Valour
Waldo's Weird Wolf Went Walking Wistfully
Xavier's Xeroxing Xylophone
Your Yakking Young Yolanda
Zacks Zippy Zapper Zapped Zeke
Categories:
guavas, funny, humor, people,
Form:
Abecedarian
Entertainment in My Youth
By Franklin Price
revised and reformatted to poetic prose
(an experiment for me)
5/28/2017
Entertainment came quite easy, I could do it for myself. The public library had lots of books, they stored them on the shelf. I could check them out, and from them, could travel anywhere. See the world through reading and never leave my chair.
I could go outside and eat an orange, or I could ride my bike. A safer place it was back then; could go anywhere I liked. Could go across the river, a week-end show to see, a dime spent on a Saturday was admission there for me. Cartoons and several serials; Flash Gordon comes to mind. Still in downtown Cocoa, the building you will find. Movies shown no longer, plays are there for you to go. The State Theater still entertains; so go enjoy the show.
After the show was over, to Goulds old store we went. Such a magic place for kids, some allowance there we spent. Had military equipment and special things galore. If we had been the least bit rich, we may have bought the entire store.
If we were lucky, when we left, to cross to the Island side, the draw bridge would be opening and the tender let us ride. We stood in the middle as the bridge swung half around, blocking the cars, passing the boats to far off places bound.
At night we had a radio; no TV 'til fifty-three. We would gather close and listen to special programs there for me: The Shadow knew, Lone Ranger too, fights on Friday night. The music of the Grand Old Opry made listening just right. We played some games both board and card; the donkey's tail did pin. I was the youngest, not as smart, sometimes they let me win: Monopoly, Checkers, Old Maid, and cards of War. The table's space was not enough so we played them on the floor.
If we needed money there was a jelly factory near. The product made from guavas; the need for them was clear. The trees grew wild, or maybe not ,with buckets we would go; fill them up and take them to the factory for some dough.
Much more entertainment I could tell you without fail. Some things we did there, in the past, may now get days in jail. So I think I'll stop for now and let you imagine all the rest. My childhood life was more than good, it was the very best.
Categories:
guavas, life, youth,
Form:
Prose Poetry
In August school holidays rain or sun
Cattley guavas are ready in upland
We trek and pick until we are full
But one who doesn’t may be a fool
Red or yellow both are very tasty
We eat them raw or in jam or jelly
Sweet tropical cherry fruit in the sun
In large bushes make watery tongue
On strawberry guava birds feast
Stories come up of seeing some beasts
Monkeys are happy to make their fill
Families make a day in the nature's fields
Some fight diabetes and,for vitamins
Others taste them till they reach the rims
It's like a great feast in the bushy places
just like the Champ de Mars horse races
Pickers also picnic to make it all fun
Staying there till the setting sun
Categories:
guavas, adventure, environment, rain,
Form:
Rhyme
Desire and lust
Spread everywhere
As if sand of a desert.
Climbing up a slippery tree
A naughty boy lucks green guavas.
Standing before a mirror
An impotent colors his white hair
To feel false taste of fugitive youth.
With anxiety, the hungry earth
Asks the greedy sun
To know her identity.
What aptness spreads
Brightness in the solar system ?
Planets, satellites, stars-all are curious.
With mouth broad open
Black holes look blank !
Who is he, running on the milky way ?
Somewhere, perhaps a helpless woman
After satisfying the lust of a libertine
Picks up her saree to hide her womanhood.
Categories:
guavas, beauty, life, lonely, love,
Form:
Free verse
Friends have an open invitation, dusky sky, soft rock music~
It’s all part of the experience of barbecuing—I Am Anaya
Rustic charred mesquite fired up
Aromatic smoke
Sweet guavas, fish, steak, grilling
Blazed creamed artichoke
Decadent pastry
Black Velvet
Lime
Categories:
guavas, food, summer,
Form:
Epulaeryu
the city is ugly dark filthy
how can I get my father?
he is lost my mom says
she gave me birth at 14
I am hungry cold, pie helps
water is filthy too
mom says I want to die
if god says yes, who is he?
who is he my father? is he that god?
I am 10 not that old
mom says I am like my father
she cowers slaps me
funny words brat brat
it sounds cat my little Rex
died last year yellow eyes
sweet he was meek cringer
my friend Linda tattered
frock nutty breath kissed me
touched my yes I puked
no foods rotten guavas
other witches smell bad
weeping scars gloved with mitten
toothless, lousy one was good
gave me a piece of bread one day
now what can I do? where is my father ?
What is father?
city stinks.
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
12/14/2014
Categories:
guavas, father,
Form:
Prose
munching with my mate
buxom burgundy berries
autumn pigeon date
( I have a red guava tree which the wood pigeons love, eating 30 berries in one go - just swallow after swallow. Usually leave all fruit for them.)
Categories:
guavas, autumn,
Form:
Haiku