Best Lemon Tree Poems
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.
I check my little lemon tree every day with delight,
The new baby lemons are just growing out of sight.
The lemon tree lives on my patio and loves the sun,
And picking those giant lemons is such fun!
The last one picked was like a grapefruit, huge in size,
And the wonderful taste it did not compromise.
The luscious lemon went on facebook for my friends eyes,
Then it had a date with a pie, and met its demise.
A Lemon tree is
where I sit to ponder life
as drops of juice fall.
I know the land
where the lemon-tree flowers
Autonomous region in Sicily
Those beautiful beaches
seducing the travellers
Sicani people around 8,000 B.C.
I know the land
where the lemon-tree flowers
the largest island in the Med sea
Greek temples and churches
to while away hours
Natural wonders a plenty
I know the land
where the lemon-tree flowers
Mount Etna craters and much legacy
Such majestic buildings
and archaeology
My lemon-tree island in Italy
16/7/2018
Pretty Poem Please Contest
Sponsor Julia Ward
I know the land where the lemon- tree flowers,
I have seen it's pretty blooms
And it has the fresh clean scent of you,
I've seen the pretty lemon citric fruit,
I love it's taste and its flavour
In the same way that I love the taste of you,
You are the taste that I choose to savour,
While comparing the prettiness and the shape of you.
I notice the lemon
Has the same smooth and shapely aspects glowing as you do,
The same fine texture
I really want to make you bloom,
Like the lemon-trees do,
In all their pretty adornment
Leaving me bamboozled,
By your fresh and zestful way
Who knew it would be lemons and you I crave,
We can share a pretty picnic
Under the lemon trees
In a land that is so pretty
Where I can stare so deeply
Into your deep and sumptuous pretty eyes.
Nothing unusual blossomed to welcome spring
But yet, we marvel at the growth
of the heart's resilience
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In this early morning's half-lit hour
to watch her fondle the branch of sour fruit,
we see her smile,.....reassured....
It makes one's eyes sting
As if they were
burned by the fruit's tangy juice
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He would have been pleased
to know three lovely lemons
survived in spite of winter's frost
She fills her pockets, with the fruit of their love
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Lemon tree very pretty
it was a summer night many years ago
woke, thought I heard the whimpering
of a baby, thought it was a dream,
Woke up again my wife was not there
by my side but in the garden where she
had made a hole under a lemon tree
She put what looked like a shoebox in
the hole filled it in and placed stones
on top of her buried secret. Next day she
didn`t get up stayed in bed for days and
I looked after her but said nothing.
When she got up she looked slimmer
and took up jogging to stay slim.
The lemon tree grew too I got a man to
chop it down but left its root, she got
upset loved this tree and when unseen
wept. I used to long for her to tell me her
secret, but not now with the tree gone
I do not care to know.
Luxurious little lemon tree
in the freshest garden next to a pea
was heartily happy and wildly free
She could be herself, and forever see
Chickadee’s nest and a drilling bee.
There was a haunting melody
Somewhere nearby a dog had dropped a D.
A forensic fellow’s forward-thinking fee
giggled a glorious glitzy genuine glee.
Shadows sheltered a shellfish-like she.
A kindly kingly kangaroo’s key
Languished and lollygagged near little Lee.
Where was the magnificent, marvelous me?
Hopping around on a nefariously naughty knee
Placating a pleasurable plebian plea.
Sprinkling a sprightly sparkling sparrow’s spree,
There was a terribly terrific turnabout toward lemon tea.
Wisely wandering within a wonderful whacky wee
Generously gyrating in genuine gallantry
Ending in a zesty zealous zealot-like Zee.
Yellow green citrus clean lemon tree lime
In the meadow of sublime
Too easy to change your mind
Open the door to shut your heart
Being dumb to outsmart
Smile the smile finish to start
Green yellow sunny fellow
Sweetly sour girl mellows
Show your quivering spine of Jell-o
Crying out loud to laugh inside
Dancing beneath a citrus sky
Lemon tree lime with wings to fly
Lemon tree lime with wings to fly
Soaring, soaring through the citrus sky
Waving, waving bye bye bye
Waving, waving bye bye bye
Close my mind by opening my eyes
With her leaves I to shall fly
With her leaves I to shall fly
Lemon tree lemon tree why does your fruit tempt me so
it first blossoms into a flower smelling sweet to the nose
but your fruit sunny bright yellow tempting to taste
its bitter sour flavor leaves you with a pucker face
Lemon tree lemon tree sugar your lemons need
for lemonade or squeezed the juice to flavor tea
Deceptive is the lemon tree with flowers that bloom sweet
but sour is the flesh of the fruit you eat
Lemon tree lemon tree like love to the heart
first love is forever than suddenly it departs
Sweet as a lemon blossom when love first appears
bitter as the lemon fruit when that love disappears
Lemon tree lemon tree if I should cut you down
would the pain of heartache be less profound
does love require to always add a sweet
is that the way for love to last and keep.
You played a small part in “The Dirty Dozen”.
However, I never saw you in a movie again.
You had some more success in the recording studio.
There are a couple of hit songs I am happy to know.
Those are, “If I Had a Hammer”, and “Lemon Tree”.
Both songs have pleasant lyrics and melody.
Years later, those tunes still appeal to me.
Well, I can relate to your song “Lemon Tree”.
A sad episode recently happened to me.
What I went through bears strong similarity.
I met a woman I mistakenly thought was true.
Suddenly she absconded and bid me adieu.
Well Trini, I have a good idea how you feel.
My similar experience unfortunately was real.
Skirting church on Puig de Missa,
then down the slope towards the river,
St Eularia's Rui, with path that winds on to the sea.
Past the smelly goats, where poking little
fingers get nibbled, and goat-dribbled
through the fence.
Billy stands high on outcast fridge and
watches babies butt their silly billy heads.
Then past the scraggy peacock, beneath the
orange tree, with oranges bunched and
bright-framed in darkest green among their leaves.
Then walk beside the cleft and craggy wall,
where lizards still unseen await more warming sun.
Past the preening cockerel and his shining
feather suit, strutting proud between each
grounded peck, while hammock lies still,
stretched between winter's barren trees,
waiting for that day with warmer breeze,
for May or June to come.
Then water's edge where winter's rain still
trickles over fall, and replenished pool below
is home to ducks, where ducks and cats are
fed, regardless of what town notice said.
Then past overhanging pomegranates,
three branched all in a row, the top one
pecked by tiny bird, and beneath those rosy
balls, a ball of baby mullet, soft sucking and
disturbing water's idle glassy flow.
Then lazy walk beyond the bridge where
river's wider mouth has more silty sandy
edge, where out towards horizon a mackerel
sky meets night-stilled sea, and sun's soft
and bright reflected rise holds promise of a
perfect day.
But in between, a secret quest, where
grandad wanders from the path all through
the damp and dewy grass, bright spotted
with Spring's yellow flowers.
And so the lemon tree is reached, and five fat
lemons quickly picked, avoiding branches
nasty pricks.
And grandad tucks them safe away.
For this is grandad's secret lemon tree,
with plenty left, and so for sure we'll come
again. We'll come again at least once more.
We'll come again another day.
Refrain I
"I know the land where the lemon-trees flower,
whispering beautiful secrets that shall soon devour,
savoring that flavor with the tiny hint of sour.
All the loveliness in nature can never be compared,
lifting up our senses as the butterflies glared.
Chorus
A gorgeous marvel has come to be
for the fragrance of a blossoming lemon-tree.
Ravishing temptation to stop and see
all the enticing allure from a honey bee.
Refrain II
Pure delight blooming those lemons so bold,
the first taste I had in my youth I was sold.
For this appealing plant I shall write an ode,
and sing it with elegance and such grace,
winsome with pleasure on the smile on my face.
Chorus
A gorgeous marvel has come to be
for the fragrance of a blossoming lemon-tree.
Ravishing temptation to stop and see
all the enticing allure from a honey bee.
Refrain III
Enchanting blades upon the branches bare,
the farmlands tend to the trees with care.
In the Summertime I like to always prepare
some fresh lemonade as the lemon-trees flower,
savoring that flavor with the tiny hint of sour.
Final Chorus
A gorgeous marvel has come to be…
for the fragrance of a blossoming lemon-tree."
(ends in F-sharp)
PRETTY POEM PLEASE Contest
Julia Ward
July 16, 2018
*lemon tree filled*
*with colorful melody*
*blubbering hearts*
*and lumbering luminosity*
*it’s countenance cheering upward*
*ferocious in it joyful cacophony*
*spreading wide its branches*
*buffet of pluming propensity*
*bullish in its bittersweet*
*its red and yellow sweets*
*swathed resurrection*
*Summer-squeeze of fruity leaves*
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5/19/2021
I know the land where the lemon tree flower
It is a magical place known to only a few
It smells of lilac and roses after a gentle shower
It could be a terrific haven for me and you.
Rich fine verdant leaves completely awe the landscape.
The sky is streaked with brilliant lavenders and pink.
Azaleas and primrose surround each garden gate.
You can walk barefoot into lush grass, you will sink.
There are mountains in the distant, capped in pretty white.
It is a short walk to the violets along the path to the stream,
I would like to go there now, without a fuss or fight.
There is a feeling about this place that comes straight from a dream.
Delicate white flowers sway from a giant weeping almond tree,
Dragonflies and butterflies often land on a shoulder.
Are you ready to go? I can be packed by three.
I want to go now, before we get any older.
Written July 15, 2018
Julia Ward’s Contest - Pretty Poem, Pretty Please