Best Pomegranates Poems
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
where a heart is free and the sky is wide
where time is slow like a rivers flow
and the crow that flies is your only guide
In orchards wild and row upon row
the pomegranates grow in the countryside.
Such dreams of peace relieve the crush
And guide the sweep of the painter's brush.
Outside the city where the four winds blow
Prolific with seeds the pomegranates grow
And when in winter all covered in snow
the promise of spring and summer bestow
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
I wait with the wisdom inside that I know
That seasons may come, or seasons may go
And the winds of change may toss us and blow
But in our hearts is a place we may go
Outside the city where pomegranates grow
First Line Prompt
Julia Ward
N/ A’d
Categories:
pomegranates, hope, nature, seasons, symbolism,
Form:
Lyric
Where the Pomegranates Grow
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
Adonis I met strolling through an orchard row.
Paradise it was being with my enamored beau,
who adorned me with wildflowers from head to toe...
just outside the city where the pomegranates grow.
Youthful and carefree, we loved unabashedly,
for the gods had blessed us so abundantly.
Unbreakable was our bond and passionately,
we promised to love each other eternally...
just outside the city where the pomegranates grow.
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
we’d glitter like fireflies in a mystical love tableau.
Igniting cool nights with our warm golden glow,
we were twinkling stars in love forevermore...
just outside the city where the pomegranates grow.
04-23-2016
Categories:
pomegranates, love, passion, romance,
Form:
Lyric
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
I vainly seek from the dogged strains of time,
a moment to hide in, under limbs hanging low,
and by chance, or the devil’s cunning, find
courage, as welling seeds inward and bound,
but bleeding, weeping their intoxicating blood;
ever so rarely, under Heaven’s smile found,
possessed by low creatures, a-wallow in mud.
Then in such possession, enveloped so neatly
as roaring winds and biting sands gnash the air;
with confident eyes, focus intently and sweetly
on the blossoms, those blossoms, everywhere.
The whisper of death rustles limbs hanging low
outside the city where the pomegranates grow.
4/30/16
For Contest: First Line Prompt
Hosted by: Julia Ward
Categories:
pomegranates, confidence, courage, creation, destiny,
Form:
Lyric
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
hunching broad shoulders, when the north winds blows
Winter rust is over, and the leaves are turning green
Sunlight filters through the limbs, and warms me to the core
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
It was you and I, hand in hand, beneath the summer sky
We fell in love, though, much too young,.. we had so far to go
There's a river and a landing where the ferry used to go
The covered bridge along the ridge, is where we threw the stones
I would make a wish, that we would have a place to call our own
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
The grasses slanted heavy with the sunshine in their seeds
It was just a little signal from a sobered land we learned
that waiting takes forever, and is like a stone unturned
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
we have made a home, and struggled from the fruit of many tears
We have made love last forever from the tending of the earth
The orchard hovers over us, as a lesson through the years
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
We've learned to know that love is learned…
worth waiting for,….. but earned
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4/24/16
For Contest Sponsored By Julie Ward: "A First Line Prompt"
Categories:
pomegranates, destiny, love, nostalgia,
Form:
Lyric
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
Stars are agleam as the moon dips low
And lovers meet 'neath moonlight's glow
To share love's caress as their kisses flow
Beneath the pomegranate tree
They taste the flavor of love
As the seeds of their passion spread
And the fruit of the tree blushes red
When springtime skies are azure
the pomegranate tree will bloom once more
But when the night invites the moon
To play among the stars
Lovers will meet when the moon dips low
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
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Categories:
pomegranates, love, moon,
Form:
Lyric
Outside the city where lush
Lovely pomegranates grow
The spring has sprung and flowers show
Birds rear their young in tones hushed
The lady weeps in a silent
Strain, love has left a broken heart
In pain, where the pomegranates start
To bloom once again, so vibrant
Hush my love your chance to shine bright
Slipped in on a cloud silver lined
A knight so good and deeply kind
Caught your tears throughout the long night
He sprinkles them upon the air
Pomegranate bushes sprang up
Their juice forever fill your cup
Arise love, his maiden fair
Receive his love, freed from despair
Outside the city, in rural
Terrain. a perfect scene ~mural
Where pomegranates grow with flair
Inspired by Julia Ward contest A First Line Prompt
Written: May 01, 2016
First stanza of
"I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud"
Written by: William Wordsworth
Which is called Lyric Poetry
"I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze."
Categories:
pomegranates, beauty, daffodils,
Form:
Lyric
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
there's a place so quiet and pretty
every chance, I get, I go
It's not often enough, that I can stroll among these trees
with the flavor of this fruit in a cool dry mountain breeze
But when the city gets to crowded
that it begins to over flow
I go outside the city, where the pomegranates grow
Categories:
pomegranates, nature, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
Inside the doors where the bowls brim in a pink glow
Beside the river where your warmth melts in my shiver
There I would like to release my red birds in blue quiver
Birds playing perching pecking and penning lyrics
Birds leaning lavishly on the lovely luscious lychees
Jingly the waves arrive at the bank looking in purple envy
At the drunk birds satiating their lust in the chocolate glee
Open your dense door for I have to write a poem right now
Come on the dance floor or the river shore as you choose
Whisper in my waiting ears what poems you wish and how
The air is tipsy the moments gypsies please do not refuse
Come dear, time passes, my words are in a marvelous flow
In the starlight where my pomegranates expectantly glow
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April 8, 2016
For A First Line Prompt - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Categories:
pomegranates, april, beauty, blue, dance,
Form:
Lyric
A Passing of Pomegranates
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
he sits with his beads and chants - quiet drone
lost in the history of so long ago
bathed in the scent of trees red crusted dome.
Walks the same paths his ancestors trod
wanders beneath the trees they once planted
wonders what happened to nations – and Gods
longs for her hand and the wishes joy granted.
Stops for a moment to challenge the sky
curses its depth – its foreverdeep cold
longs to discover the tears yet to cry
outside the city where the pomegranates grow.
4/5/2016
submitted to – A First Line Prompt – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Julia Ward
Categories:
pomegranates, death, life,
Form:
Lyric
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
is a dusty hovel where love conquers all.
Nothing but love, no food, together they know
they will die before the pomegranates fall.
Dying for food to give strength so they can live,
Dying for laughter to share with the poor,
Laughter is free just no energy to give,
Crying together before the pomegranates show.
They dream of the richness of the fruits within,
The inedible skin that’s full of health healing goodness,
Lips touching as bodies yield to the sin,
Dreaming together, of the pomegranates fruitfulness.
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
The valley of darkness looms, waiting for the dead
people of Goycha, whose fight is no more
why did they die before the pomegranates shed!
Penned 1 May 2016
Categories:
pomegranates, love,
Form:
Lyric
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
There's a boy I do know
He is long and tall and has a guitar in all
Oh how I love him with that tune he plays
He has eyes like the blue sky
Dreams of stardom and fame
He came from Maine, just to be
Outside where the pomegranates grow
Said I could be the one
Oh that could make him stay
Stay in one place but those lights
Those lights shine bright
Pomegranates slowly lose there scent
He has eyes like the blue sky
Dreams of stardom and fame
He came from Maine, just to be
Outside where the pomegranates grow
So he left, sometimes he comes back
He can't look me in the eye, and I cry still
Cry for that tune, for that memory
Can't ever see pomegranates
Without seeing him in my mind.
He has eyes like the blue sky
Dreams of stardom and fame
He came from Maine, just to be
Outside where the pomegranates grow
Categories:
pomegranates, boyfriend, break up, crush,
Form:
Lyric
I love pomegranates
scientist found a full one
age three thousands years
In Tutankhamun's tomb, scientist found a pomegranate dated/from about 3200 years.
Categories:
pomegranates, adventure,
Form:
Senryu
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
Where that ocean that gently sweeps my brow,
Collides with the rurality of the cows giving milk,
In a fusion spring loaded with happiness and silk.
My true love comes to me,
My sweet blossom of agony,
Offering affection and love,
Rendering light from above.
Leaves that brush up against my dark complexion,
Swirl with buzz for life’s energising bright reflection,
So active in their encouragement to ponder anew,
On distances and hesitations that become only a few.
My true love comes to me,
My sweet blossom of agony,
Offering affection and love,
Rendering light from above.
Rows and rows suggest the answer to all frowns,
Is to inquire with nature and ecology’s ready gowns,
Wear them with pride because dignity will at last fall,
When reason and truth wade the dark, turmoiled hall.
My true love comes to me,
My sweet blossom of agony,
Offering affection and love,
Rendering light from above.
Categories:
pomegranates, earth, emotions, environment, feelings,
Form:
Lyric
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
I begin to wonder under a ruddy tree
The field of grass is caressed by the suns ultimate glow
All is so beautiful I wish it would stay, to never flee
This view of celestial proportion
Will replenish my spirit and make me strong
Even though I’m enriched I wish for a devotion
A soul who will stand by, whom I will belong
My hope starts to fade
As I look upon the horizon
I know there is a future for one I’ve prayed
A friend that cannot be replaced, he is the only one.
For now I sit under the pomegranate tree
My soul can wait
In the start of a new dawn
When I have found my true fate
My love I will share and fawn
But until then I will gladly sit and dream
I have things to do and shouldn’t conspire
I will wait and not be of despair, but remain in a gleam
Over my desire.
Categories:
pomegranates, deep, future,
Form:
Lyric
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
Just beyond the trees, topped with snow.
A boy wanders; where will he go?
The answer to that, nobody can know.
The Stars shine down, bright and well.
But his mind drifts to thoughts of eternal torture, in Hell
The fire that burns forever is where he will dwell.
Or is that already on Earth? His thoughts would not quell.
Upon his death, the end of time
He would be locked in stasis, an eternal mime.
So he formulated his thoughts in lines of rhyme
The words would remain when he took to the slime.
You see, the world fought him hard, they didn't want his gifts.
Through the darkness, he had to sift.
And enter his subconscious' unholy rift.
Floating in the void, he would drift.
The crowds mobbed him as if he was a Monster.
Angry faces stared back, cruel and sour.
The firelight illuminated the men who sought to devourer
And burn and destroy his words forever.
So that no one would see the light inside.
The glorious ebb and flow of a beautiful tide.
That took his mind on a transcending ride.
Through the journey of space and time, an atheist's divine guide.
So the boy walked on, past the trees topped with snow.
Past the river that continued to flow.
And hurt himself until his heart ran slow.
Until it was the end of the boy that nobody would ever know.
No tomb or marking, just a body that rotted in the soil below.
Finally there was nothing left, except dust that the wind would blow.
And the unnerving silence sweeping over the field,
Just outside the city, where the pomegranates grow.
Categories:
pomegranates, death, depression, farewell, loss,
Form:
Free verse