Best Mango Poems
Tongues of my temptress fire lick
arousing your ardent artistic desire
if you dare imagine me — the intensity
capture me, take your chance
I’ll love you, leave you, please you, tease you, traipse you,
take you heavenly higher
I'm your drama queen, diva, ballerina
I’m your fierce flamenco dance!
Scarlet swirls sweeping and dervish whirls weeping
we are a fluorescent fandango.
Flowing your ink through my virtual veins;
I'm your lust, your lament, your confession
in your skin stargazing, wrapped in rhymes rippling
your taste buds, your sweet wild mango,
breathe me to life with beauty and angst
I'm your dreamy rhapsodic obsession.
Fantasy clouds I fly, your bird-of-passionate-paradise
plumage preened with geranium esprit
in rhythmic rapture, twirl me in provocative pirouettes
flare the sensual skirts of your mind.
Alive in your heartbeat, I pulsate;
- you love me - hate me - need me - you can’t live without me -
I personify designs dancing across your page
of our pillow talk poetically lined.
Forge my nature in your flame as I mesmerize you
I am your ingénue;
your soulful seduction strumming my spirit to liveliness
with an effleurage of emotion...
I’m the creation of your inspiration
a dazzling display of ravish red and citrine hue
in prose I pose arabesque till vivid verse sets me free;
a flamboyant flamingo, your flirtatious muse in motion.
luscious fruit of the tropics
sphere-shaped, tapered, oval-faced
beneath the sun dripping yellow;
tangy as cocktail's zest for happy hour- kisses
on lips that crave for its moist
sweet marrow... peeled
from its curved bodice; sucked
juice trickles from its base--
adding lime, mint to freshen stem glasses
that dangle and anchor the nape
for a voluptuous treat of mild
passion's heat: sliced, striped , tasted
by love's scent—the pulp bits ooze—like
varnished ochre mixed with light rhum
and wine filling hungry vessels
of tongues: the melting husk
cooled by ice as wedges circle around
to whip a luscious Mango Sangria drink!
A fruit like this entices my own
Summer delight, succulent as earth's nectar,
relishing every drool of a caressed,
early night's amber sensation.
For Alcohol Contest: Sponsor Thvia Shetley
Submitted 19/18/2107
By my red tiled house stands a mango tree
Beneath it I cherish my treasured memories
Where cows merrily roam and cattle graze
As morning sky scintillates in marigold rays
Face of innocent days I spent in tiny village
Amid rice fields gracing serene landscapes
Watching crops grow from seeds to harvests
Playing game of cricket and idling in silliness
From dawn till dusk, ambling with friends
Venturing out coyly, exploring night’s secrets
Walking dusty roads holding kerosine lamps
Strolling like silhouettes on dark river banks
Floating young emotions on giggling streams
Stealing kiss of love, choreographing dreams
As we told stories spinning moonlit wizardry
Listening to wilderness strumming wild music
By my red tiled house, under the mango tree
Where eternally lie my childhood memories
January 13, 2021
Placed 1st: Your choice (44) contest by Brian Strand
Placed 5th: Good old days contest by Mystic Rose Rose
it might as
well be my birthday
as i hold nature’s gift in my hand
i pause to caress it before i indulge
its form shapely its skin fresh and smooth
there’s nothing like it to ignite all my senses
i gently cut into the skin and each time is a joy
as the fruit reveals its rich deep amber color
and its lush ripeness oozes with juices
a delectable feast for my eyes
that smells absolutely
divine
the mango belongs on a pedestal because
i swoon with delight
when
this
fruit
touches my lips
AP: 1st place 2021, 2nd place 2022, 2nd place 2020, 3rd place 2025, 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2020
your presence is:
sweeter than a ripe mango
filling to the soul
© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 6/12/08
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
Senior Advisor, to Founder of Motivational Strips
Ambassador De Literature
Noble Star of Literature 2018
Living Legend of the 21st Century
Pentasiv B World Friendship Poetry Featured Poet 2019
To tango with a mango;
now that would be sublime;
much sweeter than the bitterness of lime.
With a sticky passion fruit
I did try to make it merry;
and, once, the innocence of unpicked cherry.
A banana in Havana
I tried, but once beneath the skin
I found it just a little soft, and pale, and thin.
A passion for papaya
gave me all my daily C;
but too much of it did not agree with me.
To moon with a prune
I thought I'd give it a try;
but found that a little wrinkly and dry.
A dapple with an apple?
But taken once a day,
soon become a little tired and gray.
So, I tango with a mango,
I do it all the time;
I tried once with an orange but couldn't make it rhyme.
A Merger With Food Poetry Contest, placed 1st
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
Date wrote: 9th May 2022
Peach and mango, nature's sweet embrace,
In taste, they share a harmonious space,
Juicy, succulent, with flavors that chase,
A fruity symphony, a delightful grace.
In the orchard's shade, beneath the sun's warm kiss,
I savor ripe mangos, pure tropical bliss.
With skin so tender, hues of yellow and gold,
A story of summer, a tale to be told.
Alfonzo, the king of the lot,
With golden flesh, a taste so hot,
Juicy nectar, a fragrant pot,
In mango's realm, it hits the spot.
Kent, with its skin so green and smooth,
A tropical delight, a real behoove,
Sweet and luscious, it'll make you groove,
In mango feasts, it finds its groove.
The seed at the center, I won't cast away,
It's a part of this mango's story today.
With lips to the core, I suck on that stone,
Extracting every bit, not a morsel alone.
The seed, it holds memories too,
Of the mango's seedling journey, the rain and the dew.
I savor it all, from the flesh to the pit,
Each bite, each drop, in this moment, I commit.
You are ripe to eat
Mouth off passion, joy and love
Everything comes from the cradle of creation
Small seeds become delicious fruit
A little bite, the juices splashing
Its softness, imagine a kiss
I'm yours and you are mine
A fruit with rhythm
27.05 - 2017
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~Mango Tree~
(Mirrored Tanka)
Mango falls from tree
Ripe, delicious and so sweet
Mango tree so tall
It gives such a tasty fruit
Mango drops near top of head
Mango drops near top of head
It gives such a tasty fruit
Mango tree so tall
Ripe, delicious and so sweet
Mango falls from tree
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
November.22.2015
Authors notes:
This is a Mirrored Tanka style.
Mikey is a mango muncher,
He just loves that yellow fruit,
It is orange on the outside
With fragrant aroma that's so beaut.
Once he takes that skin off
His taste buds do a loop-de-loop,
Munching all that yellow flesh,
It really is his favourite fruit.
Now the juice is running everywhere,
What a mess he's in,
It's dripping down both his cheeks
Just near Mikey's yellow grin.
Ripe mango. Succulent mango
How bright your yellow glows
Sweet mango up on the tree hang
How sweet you'd be on my tongue
I wish i were a monkey
I'd climb up and pluck thee
Lucky you, my dear mango
that no wind blows
and my breath can't do
what does the wind too
If my words could turn into stone
hurled at you, you'd be my own
Man go O man go
Your name spells so
Never will i heed that
Your root shall be my mat
Untill a merciful wind ride
on the wing of time
You Can Never Dance A Tango With A Mango
You can never dance a Tango With a Mango
And the Damson is a drama in the Jive.
And the Grapefruit you can bet
Has not done the Rhumba yet
And that a Kumquat does the Foxtrot
Is entirely false.
The Samba when in season can be entirely pleasin’
But the Mango cannot Tango or dance the Waltz.
10/19/17
For 'Daft' contest by Kevin Shaw
The Mango tree
She was waiting for me where I chose to
build a house and set up my family.
She too grew up, but on her own. Sheltered
my house from the sun and extended her
sweetness every time for free. Now, a
grandma, her limbs are weak. I am afraid
she will collapse over my home in the
next April’s gale. And therefore I think of
sending her off to an old-age-home, the
timber merchant’s yard. She protests not.
As if sensing my mind, she is all blooms
as never before, and I’m in two minds.
23 Aug 2015
Form: Personification
For Charlotte's 'Trees personified' contest.
Green tiny leaves of mango tree,
Dancing outside caressed by the wind,
Gleaming and beaming bathed by the rain,
Allowing my heart to be inspired and gain.
I think about having to be in your world,
Even if it takes only a minute from my world,
To forget some sadness and ease that pain,
In my heart who has been a fool again.
Why is my heart still in love with him?
Even though I know his world doesn't come to me,
Only in my dreams I could be on my own,
Pretending he loves me and we're flying to the moon.
Green leaves of mango tree bathed by the rain,
Tell me how can i ease this pain.
Mountain Of Mango Ice-Cream
It seems ages since we were young and untamed, enjoying rural pleasures
Summers were long and mango ice-cream sessions a ritual in the evenings
A thin custard was made of fresh buffalo milk and mango pulp was added
A thin mango custard mother made which was cooled and poured in
A cylindrical container with a churner and she fixed it in a half wooden barrel
Dad hammered large ice blocks and we excitedly added handfuls of rock salt
Turn by turn we rotated the iron handle atop till hands tired as it became firmer
Mom knew exactly when it was done and sometimes she said a little more
We had our huge steel glasses to binge upon but envied the one who rotated more
The central rectangular churner that gathered the most to slurp upon was his
It was like a mountain of mango ice-cream before us and we never tired of it
We got many scoops piled over our glass brims which were spooned off magically
The mango ice-cream aroma was everywhere as we joked and sat around till late night
Sadly the mango ice-cream doesn't taste the same, it has lost its rural familial flavour
October 27, 2015
Contest: Trashed #3
Sponsor: Broken Wings