Best Persimmon Poems

Ode to a Persimmon

Ahhh!
Ripe, juicy, pulpy persimmon…
plump berry, mini orange sun. 
Syrupy sweet delicious delight
dangling golden in day’s bright light,
on blue-green leafy branch up high,
glossy under a summer sky.

Fleshy ambrosial enchantress,
nectar of Pomona, fruit goddess. 
Like a bee to honey I’m drawn;
your flavor incites me...

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Out hunting in the woods, late in the fall
I came upon a wild persimmon tree
Strewn all around were reddish-yellow balls
A treasure it had dropped, now mine for free

With empty game bag down upon one knee
Inspecting them to make sure they were ripe
I picked them up...

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(A Slant-rhyme Sonnet)
As autumn treads across our piebald patch,
she drops her frost to shelter, soft as wool, 
but brilliant blossoms curl in moonlight watch
and shrink beneath the snap of hoarfrost cool.

Then every critter lodged inside the farm
begins to hide a hoard of winter chow,
use nature’s...

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Simon says jump
Simon says come
Simon says run to me
Simon says kiss me
But Persimmon says no!
Come here with me
Pick me from this tree
Then taste me ‘cuz
I’m super crunchy
Super yummy!




July 2,2017   12.10 pm...

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The Persimmon Tree


This time of year my feet often turn toward
an old home down the way that now stands empty.
In the back yard there is a weathered persimmon tree
seemingly standing guard over the remnants of the garden.
The copper leaves gradually fall away, one by one,
revealing...

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Hey! adults and kids
                        a nourishing remedy!!
               ...

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Premiere of Persimmon Pureblood
Pennsylvania’s premiere debutante
prettier than a Parisian parasol
persnickety and powdery
poufy, perfumed, perfectly petite
Persimmon practiced her pirouette
pleats parading petals in a perfect circle...

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love long ago departed;
like persimmon buds; now, just
spring flowers ever parted
in afterglow of young lust.

Where pink flowers did carouse
soft, ripe red fruit heavy hangs 
on cold winters empty boughs;
and so induce hunger pangs,

for sweet flesh yet untasted....

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