Best Juiciness Poems
Big ripe Mcintosh apples found lying on the ground
Release sweet juiciness when their finders take a bite.
Ibises of scarlet stand elsewhere in the world without a sound
Gathered underneath a crimson sky awaiting night.
Hovering near bushes bursting ever rosily
Twin monarchs flutter; cardinals sit on a red-flamed tree.
Barns decorate the countryside always painted so
Easily to view in their typical bright red hue.
A patch of strawberries grows in summer row by row by row.
Utter deliciousness resides in raspberries grown there too.
Tempting are the garden's tomatoes, more treats colored red!
Inside an orchard, carrying a pail which holds small fruit
From a cherry tree, treads a freckled lad, hair like fire on his head.
Underneath a canopy of leaves, robin redbreast sings a tribute,
Lifting notes mellifluously in praise of nature’s grace.
Robust as chili peppers' flavor; radiant as a ruby gem,
Everywhere we see the passion in this color we embrace.
Delightful and dynamic too is this color most worthy of a poem!
For James Edward Lee Sr.
Acrostically I Stand Tall Poetry Contest
Categories:
juiciness, color,
Form:
Acrostic
Summer’s sweetest natural dessert
Presented itself to me in the form of a
Large seeded watermelon that
I found by chance at a local food stand.
Thrilled was I to see such a perfect specimen!
Wide, round, and green,
It had a yellowish underside and those “bee stings”
Desired by people who search for the tastiest melons
Every year when that marvelous fruit is in season.
On my arrival home, I stumbled and dropped that luscious melon.
Pulp of red juiciness splattered all over the driveway -
Effectively destroying the whole thing as it went KER-SPLAT,
Never to be enjoyed by my expected dinner guests that evening!
June 10, 2022
For Edward Ibeh's This Or That, Vol 12 Poetry Contest
Title chosen: Split Wide Open
Categories:
juiciness, fruit,
Form:
Acrostic
Twilight whispers behind the blinds;
I barely see, but I believe,
In the ruby and orange rinds,
Moon blossoms of midsummer eve.
I barely see, but I believe
In the twinkling star diamonds,
Moon blossoms of midsummer eve.
Romantic ebon-sky widens.
In the twinkling star diamonds,
Circling like a halo above,
Romantic ebon sky widens;
Where there’s darkness, a lunar dove.
Circling like a halo above,
Juiciness of sluicing hues, wet.
Where there’s darkness, a lunar dove.
Pearly gates preserve the sunset.
Juiciness of sluicing hues, wet,
In the ruby and orange rinds.
Pearly gates preserve the sunset;
Twilight whispers behind the blinds.
Categories:
juiciness, beauty, night, sunset,
Form:
Pantoum
Where bumbles bounce and witches fly
Faeries and jet streams in yesterday’s sky
I glance up and see an eagle so high
And I laugh at the juiciness of yesterday’s sky
They are hop skipping and flitting and fluttering too
The brownies and what-knots playing in diggery-doo.
My brain is on full delight energy mode kilter now
As I watch them spring forth with a kiss and a bow.
They give me that wink, the one I know well.
Mutter through supper, demanding yesterday’s bell.
I had forgotten the excitement of just sitting and watching.
The swish of the dragon’s tail, the water and sloshing.
It’s the dance of the bumbles, the rumbles, and more.
Dr. Seuss enters my head, running toward an old cottage door.
Library book smells come to me in drivels and drips.
It’s so much fun in the garden, with bumbles and bips.
Memories come fast, they land in my brain, screeching.
Remember the horror of reading about sucking and leeching?
Childhood gone, but the feelings are still right in there.
They come suddenly and hard, in this summer’s day air.
Written: 9-13-2019
Contest: Where Bumbles Bounce
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Categories:
juiciness, garden,
Form:
Rhyme
My true African Queen
with the beauty I've never seen
The one who got me in this
scene
On your love I can always lean
Can it be your soothing touch
that vanishes away all the pain
in my heart, increasing
the love intensity I have for
you.
Is it your meandering body
that has got my love flowing
in you like water in the river
finding no way out
Can it be your dazzling smile
that weakens me, brightening
up my day that makes me fall
More and more for you
This love that I feel,
Is It the love from you
Or is it your sparkling beauty
that reflects all the love I have
for you right back to me
Can it be your melodic voice
that ingresses in my ears
that causes my heart to dance
This joy In me is no pretense
Is it the softness and the
juiciness
of your lips that quench my
thirst
for love whenever we kiss
this, always brings out the bliss
My true African Queen
Your love I forever want to feel
You are my full meal
For you I'd kill
My true african Queen
Categories:
juiciness, love
Form:
ABC
Haiku 89
we are
beauty
danger
juiciness
rot
light
and
the dark
Categories:
juiciness, october,
Form:
Haiku
Step, step, step
You see your feet move forward
But you move nowhere and nowhere can be found
Your feet feel heavy, what once felt light
The ease of trampling now seems like a dark night
Air, cold and chilly, challenges you forward
It pushes you to feel a warmth never felt before
Touch the dream, taste the feel
In order to move anywhere you must push the air
The apple falls from the tree due to gravity
But to pick it up and taste its juiciness,
You must defy that gravity
It is the time to defy gravity and move from the rut
To shake off the dust and be prepared to experience the new
To move, feel light and free
Up, up, up
This is how we step, step, step
Away from a hole that holds us back
Because beyond the hole,
An adventure waits to lighten our step
Let the excitement push the load
And step, step, step
Categories:
juiciness, adventure, emotions, encouraging, feelings,
Form:
If tomorrow could be a day
I will wake up to see wonders
Morning of flowers blooming
Sun rising with bright smile
Giving the world reasons to wait for other days
If tomorrow could be a day
I will climb the mountain with love
To experience the power of beauty
Find what my friends have been doing
And carry that joy back to my hut
If tomorrow could be a day
I will wait patiently for the night to come
To see the moon and stars coming for their shift
Shining with hope in their agenda
Making everyone believe goodness does exists
If tomorrow could be a day
That will be the day of revival
Calling back juiciness of the time,
When happiness befriended every creature;
Only if tomorrow could be a day
Categories:
juiciness, desire, happiness, hope,
Form:
Imagism
Solanum
Dangerous and beautiful,
tasty and deadly,
nature’s guessing games...
When I was a child
my mother told me that
her parents and other wise adults
warned her never to eat tomatoes.
After all, it was well known
that all parts of the tomato plant,
especially the ripe red fruit
so loved by birds and horn worms,
were deadly poison.
Genetic bits bind
the natural world together,
we *****Sapiens distantly to
the genus Solanum,
including that tomato I mentioned,
flourishing perhaps in your garden,
dying in mine,
flattened by hail and record rains.
Eventually some brave soul,
forgotten to history,
bit into one,
juice dribbled past her smiling lips
and down her chin;
she survived.
Antediluvian genetics...
Might it be possible
that the primordial soup
imparted a tiny drop or two
of Solanum juice to us humans?
After all, we are
beauty and danger,
juiciness,
compassion
narcissism,
light and the darkness,
joy, anger, and grief
in varying measure.
If so, the tomato prevails.
The rule then is:
eat the fruit and all is well.
Eat the greens
in an otherwise lovely salad
and be dead before dessert.
Categories:
juiciness, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Cornucopia
Trumpet Sounding – abundance Resounding –
A harvest not Empty – a horn of Plenty –
Season bounty Astounding – safe from snowbound Surroundings
Fall Caressing fair autumn Blessings.
Sweet orbs of Green or burgundy Seen
In arbors that Wait grape clusters to Take
Nectars Serene in fermenting Dreams
Dew mists so Fine like sparkling Wine.
Breath of Autumn whispers soft harvest Hymns
Ruffles ripe Fields of grain’s golden Yield
Blades salute skies Solemn - in straight rows, in Columns
Kernel berries grown for Bread - we bow our Heads.
Apples Reside – sweet juiciness Abides
Orchard boughs Seen in ornaments red, yellow, Green
Thoughts of pie Ride as cinnamon delight Glides
Crisp ciders Arrive in jugs and in Jives!
Frosty fall Dells painted in icy Pastels
Leave a transparent Sheen on rambling vines Green
Pepitas in Shells of bright orange they Dwell
In pumpkins and Squash - festive fields Awash
Such flavor Divine – like honey sweet Wine –
Wide bottomed Orbs - sun sweetness Absorbed -
A taste Refined – bliss, sublime, Intertwine –
Pears Appear at the end of the Year!
From blossom Wings nascent in Spring
Sweet surprise Resting in hard shells Nesting
Squirrels seasonal Fling – winter Investing -
Walnuts and Almonds, pecans by the mill Pond
11-16-20
Contest: In Rhymes Sublime
Sponsor: Joseph May
Categories:
juiciness, autumn, blessing, fruit, thanksgiving,
Form:
Rhyme
Gholam startled for a second, smelling the women;
his nose turned sharply to the east,
Glad he would be able to rapidly
pick up their scent after devouring his feast,
Madic had been an acquaintance of sort,
but his slimy slippery flesh was ripe for eating,
and Gholam was holding court.
Gholam was glad he had brought his sword,
wondering if there would be a reward
if he presented Madic’s head to The G-lord.
Feeling threatened, the possibility of being diced and eaten himself,
sends a warm tingly cascade of adrenaline down his back sided shelf.
Who would be the tastiest? Delectable, the most?
Mastication of Madic keeps him tied closely to his current host.
In a day or two, the juiciness will turn tasteless and sticky.
Two day old flesh is truthfully rather icky.
Gholam gulps his prey in appreciative bites,
relishing his feast, warm and salty.
It takes him to new cannibalistic heights.
He catches another whiff of the women, perhaps one will be his mate.
There is no haste to reach their coven beyond outer gate.
They will go down easy, not understanding until it is too late.
Date: 12-16-2018
Contest Name: Give Me Goosebumps
Sponsor Nina Parmenter
Categories:
juiciness, fantasy, fear, surreal,
Form:
Free verse
Jeepers it is hot in here
I just burned my derriere
But I don't mind at all because
I am being cooked with love
Tenderly simmered in a pot
My skin fell off--I am so hot
I feel naked but so free
Juiciness all around me
In a bath of smokey steam
I'll soon be a yummy dream
Here come more friends to hang out
Seasoning poured out of a spout
Flavors seeping all around
Now here comes a swishing sound
Being twirled with a big spoon
In somebody's belly soon
I will be all nice and warm
Until the whole pot is gone
Of a great tomato sauce
Over spaghetti I am tossed
Categories:
juiciness, food,
Form:
Rhyme
As I gaze at my gorgeous lunch salad
sings to me a sonorous love ballad!
What’s dazzling about temporal food
that calls for this surreal mood?
The melting silk of shredded cheddar cheese
on the sharp crunch of leafy romaine lettuce
the crimson of tomatoes on the vine
ripened to juiciness by golden sunshine
the lingering creaminess of halved walnuts
laden on my favorite honeycrisp apple,so evenly cut
oh, the delight of discovering savory sesame sticks
stop enticing me with your seasoned tricks!
the amazing littleness and power of sunflower seeds
is there and end to this gastronomical greed
the tangy sweet of shriveled cranberry
all together leave my tummy full,heart fluttery
Its the secret spice, your love sprinkled in the foliage medley
that makes the concoction so unbelievably tasty
Written on 06/27/2016
Categories:
juiciness, food,
Form:
Rhyme
C omes in red ripening sweetness
H ave you ever ate a cherry anything like this
E ndless juiciness like a wet sweet kiss
R eal fruity aroma in the wind
R uby red blossoming skin
Y es with one bite, I suck that cherry taste in
©Copyright April 20, 2013 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
juiciness, color, cute love, fruit,
Form:
Acrostic
The tree house was massive; it held a village of gnomes.
Had a plethora of projects, apartments, huts and homes.
The faeries soon joined them and named it Faerie Town.
Who do they think they are? Asked a gnome in an azure gown.
The trolls were excited about the tree, and the next to move in.
They brought a juiciness to the village that seemed like a sin.
This mystical oak was joyful, the most excited I’d ever seen.
Why not? It held the largest fey village in the forest of green.
Categories:
juiciness, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme