Best Mango Tree Poems
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
Categories:
mango tree, memory, youth,
Form:
Verse
~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.
Categories:
mango tree, food, fruit, fun, sweet,
Form:
Free verse
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.
Categories:
mango tree, tree,
Form:
Personification
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.
Categories:
mango tree, nature, pain, relationship, romance,
Form:
Blank verse
My garden is full of colorful flowers
The fragrance they unfurl cleans our soul
They do not need the rain showers
We happily feed the plant,since it's our ultimate goal.
Humming birds are the regular visitors
They intimate their presence by their beautiful tone
In the midst of the garden,we affixed a bird feeder
It helps to feed the birds,even we are out of town
Once a little boy visited our garden
He had a mango seed in his hand
He looked like a fairy,his appearance brightens
like the sunshine,he obliged me to bury the seed
I said that we should plant a sapling
as this would not get enough strength to grow
He said "faith can do anything"
and again compelled me to sow
I am not sure whether he is a gnome or pixie
But there was something in his words
Now my garden has a big mango tree
and it has become a party place for the birds
Categories:
mango tree, boy, fairy, garden,
Form:
Rhyme
Parrots on a branch up in mango tree
Red rose Julie hangs behind green leaves
Eyes on the prize beaks and tongues adore
Who’ll taste it first before it ripes and fall
Categories:
mango tree, bird, fruit, life, tree,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm Sitting in a wicker rocking chair
beneath a mango tree
whose open arms provide for me
a canopy of shade
Categories:
mango tree, beautiful,
Form:
Blank verse
Squinted eyes,
Squinted hard at the hill top,
Far, far, up on the hill top
A tiny shadow
Couldn’t wait
Wanted to jump and run but
Slowly stepped down
Stepped down the bus
Squinted at the shadow
A faint figure,
A figure of a massive tree
My tree, our tree, our mango tree
Standing high and massive, like a giant
Fifty five years…
Fifty five years inside a dark cell,
Dark cell unknown to what I did,
Fifty five years ago, riots.
Riots against my own people
Only eighteen then.
Not anyone’s blood my own blood on my body,
Neighbors blood in my soul.
Behind bars for fifty five year
This morning I was shoved out.
Shoved out, to the unknown world
Wanted to see her, wanted to see her badly
How many dreams I had
Dreams of our childhood, she was fifteen then
Dreams of how I played with her
She and I, dig a hole on the hill top.
Dig a hole to plant a seed.
A mango seed
Up on the hill
Her compound and my compound separated with logs
We held our tiny heads under the tiny stream coming from top
Caught fish
Colorful fish, tiny ones
Could race to the top in ten minutes then
But today nearly one hour gone,
Impatient, impatient to see her laughing eyes
Heart pounding hard, aching heart
I know she is waiting,
She would wait for me, for fifty five years,
I cannot believe I am really here
Under the massive tree,
Our tree, our mango tree
I squint my eyes passing the mango tree
Her house, my house ?
Empty land
Under the tree, a tiny slate,
“ Rani singhe born 1950 April 02nd ,
Died at the age of fifty,
May she rest in peace” .
Blink my eyes no tears mouth dry
Heart aches, heart yells
ran down fast, as fast as I could, down … down…. Down
Categories:
mango tree, goodbye,
Form:
Free verse
Traditional songs -
In the cool mango tree shade -
Long child memory
Categories:
mango tree, adventure, child,
Form:
Haiku
I use time not on shorelines, watching
The great yellow orb…..never rushing
To fade and rest…..before the laughing
Eyes of lovers, as noon wind touching
Them, beneath the coco palms, kissing
But I, like bird on a mango tree nestle
Clinging, childishly, on its sturdy branch
Before my eyes, I see how crickets whistle
With rhythmic tune, as tares foolishly dance
With the gadfly, that flatters free
As I spend the stolen time
Enjoying the nature’s rhyme
Till the tree bears fruits…..just for me
Its fruits, sweet and golden, the tree itself is
No match against the brutal force of nature
Once…twice, standing helpless, while bearded mantis
Forcefully stabbing-in its sting, that rapture
The innocent soul, that still bleeds
In silence, the mango tree heeds
The wailing beats of its heart
Hapless, lying on the dead ground
While hungry beast started to pound
Feasted….till whole’s torn apart
Scared; it soars, aimless, over seas of thunder
With no hope, in mind, of gazing the wonder
Of the world, for spirits lies under yonder
Mango tree, a glorious image
Of little robin, now, in rage
No clue, if ever peace will live
In the heart of those, once, deceived
What goodness will it give watching…
The sun fades sure darkness it’ll bring?
Certainly, no one knows, but me
The secret of a mango tree
Categories:
mango tree, angst, childhood, life, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Sally was playing in her backyard…chasing butterflies and bees
when she decided to rest a while in the shade of her mango tree.
“Thank you for the shade.” She said. “It’s nice to get out of the heat.”
“You’re welcome.” The mango tree smiled. “Would you like one of my mangoes to eat?”
“Yes, please.” Sally answered politely. “What do I have to do.”
“Not a thing.” The mango tree said. “I’ll bring one down to you.”
The mango tree lowered a branch saying, “This is the ripest one I’ve made.”
Sally picked it and with her back up against the tree…ate her mango in the shade.
The next day Sally brought a bucket of water…telling her tree, “I filled this in the sink.
As a thank you for my mango…I wonder…would you like a little drink?”
“Yes, please.” The Mango tree said politely. “What do I have to do?”
‘Not a thing.” Sally said with a smile. “I’ll bring the water down to you.”
“Thank you for the water.” The mango tree said. Not only does it feel good in the summer heat,
but it will help me grow taller and stronger and make more mangoes for you to eat.”
And on many a hot summer day Sally’s parents would look out the window and see
with an empty bucket sitting next to her…Sally eating a mango in the shade of her mango tree.
Later, when she’d bring her own family for a visit…after playing in the sun.
Sally would bring the bucket of water…and the tree provided mangoes for everyone.
When her parents died they left Sally their house which included her mango tree.
and now when an older Sally asks, “Would you like a drink?”
She adds “This bucket seems heavier than it used to be.”
“Yes please.” The old mango tree answers. “And I’ve got a mango ready for you.”
It’s funny how over the years these mangoes seem a little heavier too.”
Now when they come to visit on a summer day Sally’s grandchildren know where she will be…
next to a bucket…eating a mango…in the shade of her mango tree.
Categories:
mango tree, age,
Form:
Rhyme
I saw I lady by the mango tree reading and smiling
Book title Remeo and Juliet.
You must believe in this friction titantic and remeo things I said.
Her voice sound angelic ,my heart rush with pimples,
Love appear to those who found it,
Enjoy the moment you found it
Open your heart while is near,
Dnt be a doubting Thomas she said.
The week after was invited to party by a friend
Blue light and red around the room,
Suddenly a star of an angel walk before the door
I called her queen of the night, with a smile of an angel
Shining bright before the blue light room…
Oh it was the lady by the mango tree
I walk up to her and introduce myself
As gentleman of the night,
Then I said excuse me dance, she offered her hand
My blood rush within my body, joy within my heart
We step into the dance floor her hand on my shoulder
Lifeless I felt .Are you ok gentle man ,
hope no matter on the dancing floor she said.
I said pardon me my lady
Your touch drive the stubborn fever in me
Your voice is melodious like an angel
You are charming than HELEN OF GREECE
Most beautiful among the ladies,
With you around me,
My world in a steady motion of happiness.
While suddenly open your heart doubting Thomas,
Gentle man from by the mango tree
Things will never remain the same I same,
Men are alway the same she said leaving her card
She walked away,
Later I called, doubting Thomas open your heart
I said and I will love you forever a day…..
so we began the journey of love
Categories:
mango tree, love,
Form:
Classicism
A Mango Tree In Brooklyn
A mango is not only a fruit it’s an island
An image of memories, it organic taste
This represents the first bite to the last:
Tracing back to its originality,
Tropical warmth, which smooths the lips
The sweet, succulent taste is noticeable:
Somehow, the roots refuse to grow
In Brooklyn, amount the sandy earth
Where the suffering continues,
A mango tree will never rooted in Brooklyn.
The soil is useless and barren,
Seized with an impotent anger
Where the death toll rises daily
Categories:
mango tree, adventure, anxiety, appreciation, autumn,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
‘neath the mango tree
a butterfly and a man,
they're both travelers
Categories:
mango tree, nature, people, seasons, time,
Form:
Haiku
In distant field mango tree stands alone
waiting for sky to open
to bring forth new fresh fruits.
Categories:
mango tree, nature,
Form:
Kimo