Best Lemon Poems
I know the land where the lemon-trees flower.
My love met me near them, to linger an hour.
I kissed him, I hugged him and smelled the sweet scent,
And prayed it stayed with him, wherever he went.
The day was so perfect, the skies were so blue.
The fragrance entrancing and love was so new.
He broke off a blossom and gave it to me,
And promised his love for an eternity.
My friends were so happy to plan bridal showers
And my wedding bouquet was of lemon-tree flowers.
Written 7/15/ 18
Sponsor; Julia Ward
Contest "Pretty Poem, Please
The incendiary wick
of a lemon afternoon
flickers in the lime lagoon
as sunset breathes fire,
tangerine scorching
lilting melon waters
until incandescence
drowns in dusk's indigo
and coconut hills rise
to cerulean shadows,
when night whispers
in plantain lanterns
swaying in the slender trees.
The Land Where the Lemon-Trees Flower
I know the land where the lemon-trees flower,
where citrus fragrance lingers after a summer shower.
In sun-sweetened India, lemon-trees radiantly bloom,
flourishing unfazed by tropical monsoon’s gloom.
Glistening with dew drops, greeting each sunrise,
lemon-trees thrive beneath heaven's azure skies.
Exquisite five-petaled flowers of white,
blossom singly or in clustering delight.
Enticing like swirling girls in silky saris,
they’re as enchanting as woodland fairies.
Glistening with dew drops, greeting each sunrise,
lemon-trees thrive beneath heaven's azure skies.
I know the land where the lemon-trees flower,
where valleys are verdant and the Himalayas tower.
Misty mornings yield to golden sunshine,
and the cool ice-pink of twilight glows divine.
Glistening with dew drops, greeting each sunrise,
lemon-trees thrive beneath heaven's azure skies.
Sri Lakshmi blessed it with her sacred hand,
waving her lovely lotus over this fertile land;
where princely proud peacocks strut arrogantly,
and lush lemon-trees bear fruit abundantly.
Glistening with dew drops, greeting each sunrise,
lemon-trees thrive beneath heaven's azure skies.
07-12-2018
Awarded Poem of the Day 07-14-2018
Note: Sri Lakshmi – Hindu goddess of wealth, abundance, prosperity, love,
and beauty
When I grow old
My body not yet cold
But the brown of my eyes
Turns to gray
I will wear a large hat
When I patrol through
My garden and keep the
Weeds at bay
I’ll have big pots of this
And of course lots of that
On the stove for when
Company drops in
The food will comfort
The gossip will start
And more time with me they will spend
I won’t have cats
Because ewww they are cats
But be careful to step over the dogs
Their stomachs so full
I’m sure they won’t move
They’ll be passed out
And sleeping like logs
I’ll pretend I can’t hear
And my whispers will be loud
So loud to be heard throughout the room
Then I’ll whisper about people
The arrogant sort
And the ones I believe are bafoons
All the kids will love me
Because of what I keep hidden
To my bedroom they will often stray
Lemon drops and butterscotch will always be there
Hidden quite snuggly away
Oh let me be known as the lady of prayer
And the one that loves her Lord so
A relationship that started moons ago
And turned into
An eternal love affair
I’ll putter and piddle with things I find useful
I may learn to knit if I please
I’ll knit a blue scarf the bluest of blues
So on my motorcycle it will fly in the
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Oh, the of zest in days of summer
take a bite
these bright lemon bars
Preserved in amber, memories
of moon and stars
yours
Please pass your plate to me
I'll fill it with tastes
you almost forgot
Hear the song of that sweet voice?
music so rich
all ours!
Don't you do it..
don't let go the summer
w'out lips wet
in ripe juices
Tango's long tawny legs
leave me longing
for more
Preserved in amber, memories
of moon and stars
yours
I’d been bitten by a mosquito she was such a hungry beast
She landed on my arm, and on my blood she had a feast
My arm got red and itchy as she’d taken a tasty bite
Two red bumps appeared, my poor arm it looked a sight!
Victor called the waitress over and whispered something in her ear
He’d asked her bring some lemon slices; I thought this very *****!
The lemon slices arrived – but they were not to go in gin
Victor gently took my arm and rubbed the lemon on my skin!
The itching disappeared and soon the redness was gone
Next time I go to Malta I’ll put some insect repellent on!
A true story from my recent visit to Malta. I am so grateful to Victor for his wonderful tip it really was 'lemon aid'
11~04~16
I know the land where the lemon trees flower,
where we made love not war, we had flower power,
casual clothes, had an occasional shower
we loved nature, youth of the human race
old generations thought we were a big disgrace,
was our generation, our time to live
a time of change, to forget, to forgive
expressing our love, peace, we were hippies
we were loving children of the sixties,
supporters of peace, all armaments we opposed
protectors of all natures assets, unexposed
end all wars, live and let live was all we proposed,
to live in the land where the lemon trees flower,
land of the free, where every hour was happy hour,
was our generation, our time to live
a time of change, to forget, to forgive
expressing our love, peace, we were hippies
we were loving children of the sixties,
Unfortunately our decade came to an end
our message of love, peace they did not comprehend
into turmoil, darkness and hatred did descend
our wonderful land where those lemon trees flower
is alive in our minds, we will never cower,
was our generation our time to live
a time of change, to forget, to forgive
expressing our love, peace, we were hippies
we were loving children of the sixties.
7/16/2018
When then sun sets east on a western shore
as the clouds laugh in the sky
I will call your name as I close door
taking time to wonder why
In the second chance that I come to find
when the moon sings on the sea
I will thank the stars that I left behind
standing right in front of me
Walking to the place that we call our own
with a daisy in my hand
Hoping that this bloom will correct the tone
that you'll somehow understand
And I feel the breeze of a twilight dream
as the trees begin to pray
Falling to their knees down along the stream
in a soft believing way
Then as nature calls in a whispered voice
so that only you can hear
I contend that I having not a choice
now decide to make it clear
For you are the one I've been looking for
with my eyes now opened wide
To seed the flow we have found before
like the calming evening tide
Just like lemon pie on a Sunday drive
sweet as anything we know
When the choir sings as the crowds arrive
hoping that the truth will show
That you are my one, truly only need
for time has stood it's due
Just takes these words I have penned to read
I am so in love with you
while the
I savor the creamy batter.
Divining of lemony cast.
Layer cake that’s sure to flatter.
This sumptuous treat will not last.
The melt of his eyes, when he asked.
I squeeze, like a sponge, yellow fruit.
Up and down zest the bodysuit.
Ring’d finger frosted quick submit.
Temptation of icing acute.
Chocolate, curled white, atop it.
5/5/2020
Dizain - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Verified using:
Rhymezone,
Howmanysyllables,
and PS Grammar Checker
8 syllable dizain ababbccdcd
"Lemon Drops"
a spoonful of sugar
makes it
all go down
lemon drops
medicine; monks -
zero ground
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
"Meet Me in the Hallway"/ Styles
https://youtu.be/aszLVNrU5jY
Suspended like a lemon drop
on the tongue of night
the moon melts
on the clarinets keys
Haze, ever present,
on this humid September eve,
blurs the edges of reality
calling forth images
of sweet beginning
the howls of wolf..
as the sax soars
and the warmth of blood.
A firecracker night
sparks
spinning in lamplight
basking in blue velvet
humming with the whir
of cicada's
with the brushes
on top hats.
I know a land where the lemon trees bloom,
Where blossom exudes its delicate perfume.
Hummingbirds and bees live in perfect harmony
For nectar flows there abundantly.
Come then, my dear child, come, let’s take our ease
Under the shade of the lemon myrtle trees.
Close weary eyes, let soothing, restful hours
Lead to the land where the lemon blossom flowers.
Hush, hear the songbirds’ dulcet melody;
Singing God's praise in the lemon blossom tree.
Breathe in the fragrance of its citrus bower,
Dream of the land where the lemon trees flower.
16/7/2018
Pretty Poem Please Contest
Sponsor Julia Ward
buttercup meadow
beside the pond where frogs croak
fireflies when sun dies
It was a big backyard,
big enough to hold
the imagination of a boy -
trees to climb,
sheds to explore,
a large lawn to swing a bat
or kick a ball
and in a quiet corner,
a sanctuary for prayer
when my grandmother,
bent over and groaning
with angina, had me
go there and ask God
for help.
There were long summers
of almonds, plump grapes,
peaches and apricots
and cold winters bursting
with big, bright oranges.
There were places where
you could heal a hurt
or hide when bruised and full
of fear. Sad how it grew
smaller with the years
like an old religion,
less important to life,
ignored until it shrank
to the size of a lemon tree
nourished only
by the beer filled bladders
of teenage boys back from
the local pub,
dying for a pee.
During this unsettling time
I find much relief walking
beside the lemon grove.
I take my time on the
same route every day.
How the lemons
and my life has changed.
The trees have already flowered
and small green lemons appeared.
Soon they grew larger and bright yellow.
As I walk each day
ripe lemons fill the trees.
Some have dropped and scattered.
I wonder when or if they
ever will be picked and crated.
I watch a hawk soar above and I think
what it would be like to be so free
and able to land where ever I want.
Today I find one perfect lemon
rolled onto the roadside.
I pick it up and place it in my pocket
with an image of how it will taste
with dinner tonight.
Serenity in Scenes of Mother Nature Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
4-7-20
Joan Fingon