Best Raisin Poems

Rum was feeling playful so he went to find a mouse
He looked in every nook and cranny right throughout the house
But all the mice were...

Read more of this work...

Their human ma and pa were spark out in reclining chairs
But Rum and Raisin watched the TV with enraptured stares
The western had just ended with...

Read more of this work...

She longed to be a baker
         Though neither thumb was white
Couldn’t rise to the occasion
  ...

Read more of this work...

Raisin liked to make her bed upon a shelf up high
She said she likes the feeling that she’s almost in the sky
One day she fell...

Read more of this work...

Rum felt a chill which he couldn’t explain
Had mum left the freezer door open again?
He went to the kitchen and muttered, “Aha!”
The freezer door was...

Read more of this work...

You may not know this,
But sometimes, I sneak 
away from my cynicism,
and see through my vehement
in self loathing, to uncover
the tender optimism of 
my former...

Read more of this work...

Flying Saucers, Flake, Bar Six
Country Style, Gobstoppers, Twix.

Toffee Crisp and Dairy Crunch
Grand Seville and Milky Lunch.

Arrow Bars and Sherbert Dabs
Caramac and Lucky Bags.

Bluebird Toffee slabs...

Read more of this work...

I was a daydreamer and stargazer, who eagerly awaited calm nights of glitter,
Like blue skies warily turning pink, plum and red, as orange sun sinks,...

Read more of this work...

when skies bleed 
your sonnets~
every drop of 
           garnet rain 
    ...

Read more of this work...

The moon is bright, and the chores are done
Tonight's the night to have some fun!

The harvest in, calls for a night's hell-raisin'
Take me out in...

Read more of this work...

I am the wind 
beneath the 
sparrows wings 
as it heavenly sings.
I am the single rose 
sitting in a barren land.
I am the the lions...

Read more of this work...

Rancid lemon rope squeeze
around a rotten tomato neck tie,
crooked odor bow hanging out of place 
Acid reflux raisin tax bleed;
dripping spoiled, milquetoast lies
out a sour-twisted,...

Read more of this work...

The old cookie lady lived in an old house, on an old street in a very old part of the city.
She wasn’t tall, she wasn’t...

Read more of this work...

How are the Lilies of the Field
Above without Heat of the Night
A Raisin in the Sun shall brew
To Sir, with Love...A Patch of Blue...

Read more of this work...

I stand on top of the big board chair looking at you muttering something privately to yourself over there.

 I couldn’t figure out what you...

Read more of this work...