Best Lemonade Poems
You taste as if twilight were—
lavender swirling like smoke from the earth
licorice lingering with the full moon’s soft pull
a sweetness both dark and divine.
Your skin sparkles with starlight
electric and soft as moth wings.
We sip the pink sky
lemonade lakes cascade through our fingers
time unspools between our hands
while the past drinks from our open palms.
The air crackles with floating florets
each breath a promise, unspoken but heard.
If love were a color it'd be you—
violet and velvet
honey and slow-mountain dew
the universe holds its breath;
galaxies halt their ancient waltz
as they struggle to name us.
And if forever had a flavor
it would stain my tongue—
sweet, dark, endless—
a love so vast
even creation forgets what came before it.
We are the first poem ever written
and the last song left unsung
our love the verse that never fades—
Just like lavender licorice and lemonade lakes.
When you're walking
Scuffling along in trouble's shoes
Head hanging low
Mumbling moody blues
Well me, I'm making lemonade
Why can't you
Taking bitter adding something sweet
Maybe a smidge, no a heap full of hope
Heck, by days end I'll mix it up
Movin' straight to, getting crazy in root beer floats
When all you see is red
Awful thoughts pound your head
"Honey do this, honey do that"
I'm sitting back
Feet up, sipping lemonade again
You look my way and say
"Boy, he's got it made"
Not so my friend
I just taking my lemons
And making me some lemonade instead
There's so much "other time"
To have your little gripes
Or your petty cries
But, now let's toast away the grind
And partake in some lemonade on ice
You've come this far
"And guess what? You've got your health"
Check your pulse you're still alive
So change your ways
Brother, embrace the lemons
Squeeze fresh into winner ala mode
And "live baby, baby live! in lemonade days
"Ahhh ... such sweetness"
Lord
I am bored
Nothing you handed to me
Is what I want
Lord
It’s a waste of my time
Why do you keep wasting my time God?
I am tired of investing my energy
In something so silly
So not what I wanted
God do you believe in being productive?
I feel like I am wasting my time
Why do you keep handing a lemon
When I am asking You for an orange?
Forget it
You won’t be seeing me making lemonade
Any more
It will go in the trash
summer's golden hot
auntie's made cool lemonade
front porch nostalgia
flowers all the day
in mauve orange and yellow
playing in the yard
lemon meringue pie
and sunflowers are nodding
gilded memories
Life handed me lemons
And I tried to make lemonade
But there wasn't enough sugar
For the sour taste to fade
Like a naïve child
I created my own brand
And set up on a corner
With my little lemonade stand
But my drinks were too sour
And people quickly stopped buying
So I packed up my stand
And completely stopped trying
Life handed me lemons
And lemons aren't sweet
My little lemonade stand
Just couldn't compete
They say when life gives you lemons you make lemonade
That's the saying, right?
But what about all the other parts we need
Like water to give it life
To make it more that just lemon juice
And sugar to give it sweetness
Making it worth the wait
But making lemonade isn't much diferent from creating a nice life
The lemons symbolize our sour terrible lives
The water symbolizes how much it can purify and keep our lives flowing
But we all need that sugar to make life sweet and memorable
But most of us lack the sugar
When life gives us lemons
Isn't it just showing us that making lemonade is some what like creating a good life
When lemonade makes a lemon you hand life!
Entrant into David Williams' "Chiasmus" contest
3/7/2012
Summer is a lemonade
Summer breeze blowing the grass around
with a warm sun kissing my face
blue skies wrap and hug me
as I watch the butterflies race.
Summer gives me lazy days
coloured flowers and dancing trees
smell of charcoal and starry nights
brings back childhood memories.
Summer is an endless beach
sun cream, bikinis and beer
salty seaspray, fish and chips
postcards saying "wish you were here".
sunburnt shoulders and fun fares
laughter never seemed to fade
grab the ice and share around
yes Summer is a lemonade
"Lemonade"
Agency sent me to
the territory of
Lemonade dreams
where secret rendezvous
were disjointed
and criminally spent
shooting the cool breeze
she blew hot and cold
covertly coquettish
while they waited for
absent common sense
to repent in her confessional booth
like diamonds their eyes twinkled
their smiles stroked
the changing colours of her
scaled existence, waiting
she smoked their egos
like she was patting
lackadaisical fur
she reminded herself
they were all reptilian
lazy nights with the
Blue Iguana
lounging long legged
stilettos sharp and lethal
schmoozing sonorously
with shiny wet lipped
slick talking smooth
barflies and lizards
talking tangled tongues
they kissed the air
hissing, this of course,
blithe and thin,
full of promises
and sensual missives
taking their lives
with shots of time
tempering caresses
along the tumultuous
tears in the fabric of a frayed life
short skirting the rim
swallowing a small esse essay
while they gobbled wild turkey
straight,
shooting words like bullets
no ice and bent stories
they would appear as monks
religiously flagellating
regular and on point
tomes of despair
lacking their one
shot at a heroine
whose fair addiction
psychoanalysing
muddled minds
bubbled like lemonade
cool, she was a long tall glass
sucking dreams up
her sucking straw
seen through her cut green
glassed shards of mirrors
they were all transforming
into colourful big beaked
squawking macaws
while she read lines
with her man Coleridge
and considered everything
“as if this earth in
fast thick pants were
breathing”
she turned their bent pages
fey and crooked and
burned the leaves for mystic tea
an aphrodisiac as sacrificial offering
to a plot twist
dei ex machina
surely all gods would come soon
in time to a party
bare of good men
where the rule
was no law
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"There was a moment, a hole opened in the sky
A chance to join that pantheon
For all the times they never heard your battle cry
Now even angels sing along"
The purchase of our first home was a charm
No money down and very affordable payments
We learned well, and were never alarmed or harmed
But we were disappointed by delays in street pavements
Our second home purchase required a co-investor
Their family and mine were happy and well pleased
Our prayers were heard and answered by our creator
Credit was good; loan was approved; and no one was deceived
The purchase of our third home was the result of very hard work
We had a family business; and my wife and I also had regular jobs
Fifteen years rushed by, and then the national economy began to hurt
We were forced to sale our home at a loss; our 401-K's were simply robbed
By God's Grace, we remained faithful to Him, to our family, and to our church
By God's Wisdom, we paid down the debt, retired early, and avoided the worse
09172017 PS Contest, Turning Disappointments Into The Positive, Brenda Chiri
2P
- Awake
Living is easy,
In the dog days of summer...
The truth for some.
- Tiredness
Shrouded in fatigue,
Life is full of twists and turns...
Decisions abound.
- Sleep
Death is a release,
Mortals have the luxury...
Free will rules the day.
- Rejoice
Frustration subsides,
The ebb tide reveals new life...
Wounds begin to heal.
.....Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring
Life is not always easy, for some it is pretty rough
You have to take the good with the bad. the sweet with the sour
But some of that is by the choice we make
Some will burn in the fire, others it will make tough
For those, it will be a struggle to the last hour
Finding out is not always a piece of cake
Temptation paves the Devil's highway
And he will offer you a ticket to his easy street
Cripple your mind until he get control
Your only solution and cure, is to pray
Just like his Halloween, trick or treat
Really all he is after is your soul
"When Satan demands you to bow down, say "no way Satan"
"When I pray to God, that is when I get on my knees"
"You are nothing but the old enemy"
"You will find out that God is the main man"
"You will be locked in Hell Forever and God will have the keys"
"Don't take a coat, it will be hot in eternity
It is all in our hearts,head, and attitude, always try to keep a smile
When that old road gets rocky and rough, Jesus will be there
So it won't be the Devil you should meet
I promise you, he will get you that extra mile
There is no hidden charge, just an honest prayer
Bitter to sweet, lemons to lemonade
One
What good is it, to complicate flesh and bone you've yet to know?
To paint portrait a brain only seeing the mask-y Face,
It is a canvas that is sure to lie.
What use is it, to flee a golden palace for a teeming forest?
When you keep a garden, pregnant with bosoms
And blooming fruits, wet juice down your chin,
Why be curious for soil that may only beget soil?
Siddhartha and I find ourselves akin. Such possibility!
We starve. Him on Bread, I on words.
Two
I find myself encase in gasping silver, floating on some Orinoco,
Holes poked to host the dry elbows, the crooked knees.
It is a peculiar box, and three sizes too small.
It is a sponge sighed shut to a scallop.
Do you know how it feels to breathe Ocean?
No. You've only once choked on your bathwater,
And birthed a conniption.
I breathe it every day. The lungs were only made for air.
But it is not my place to curse God's hands; it is to swallow you whole.
Would you be satisfied, Jonah, o Geppetto?
You would feel just how tight the casket is,
Rather than the sip of your sugared Lemonade.
When in life we are given
Lemons bitter and so sour,
Choose to make Lemonade,
To ourselves empower.
Take the negative,
The bitter, sour of
And turn it into positive,
Sweeten it with Love.
I have learned to do this
I must say rather well.
My Lemonade is free
For I will never sell.
The recipe is simple
With a few basic needs.
You'll need some lemons
With/without seeds.
Take those bitter lemons,
Give them many squeezes
Add in some Holy Water
Along with God's Pleases.
As you are stirring,
The bees for honey, ask
Mix in lots of laughter
To make a happy task.
Introduce some sunshine,
To bring out the sweetness of
And when it has matured,
Be sure to serve with Love!
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2014-12-19 08:55:00 (EST)
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Lemonade; the sour made
for pulling on a tongue.
A sweetened taste of liquid juice
where wonder's just begun.
Refreshing for it's ray of light
where acid burns the sun.
A quench to seal saliva's way
that cooling brings to fun.
Where nickels placed on sticky spills
mean profits raised to some.
That little girls wearing fancy pearls
are dressed in hats to chum.
While wooden spoons that serve to churn
rest lightly on their side.
and lemon rinds pressed into strands
turn upward as they've dried.
That on this day we celebrate
these lemons to the sun.
To raise your pitcher up to thee
and pray there's never none.