Best Watermelon Poems
That was the summer...
Of watermelon fields, and hot, humid days
Of suntanned traces, and mosquito-bit faces
When the purpose of knees
Was to be skinned
Of running down a country road
Bare feet on hot asphalt
Criss-crossing across an open field
Helping ourselves
To thick pink crimson chunks
That melted cool on sun-parched tongues
Dribbling from chins
Leaving the best part
The black bullet seeds
To be spit out in rapid fire
Against the wind
Against the dusty ground
Against each other
And when the ammunition was spent
A pillowed head, among the vines
To dream on clouds that whispered by
In the blue afternoon sky
That watermelon summer
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For Skat's Contest: Summer
Categories:
watermelon, sea, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
Whopping big or small sized -
With inside red flesh of
Wonderful sweetness, this
Weighty fruit’s percent of
Water is ninety-two!
Wow! That’s great hydration.
Wish I had some right now.
May 10, 2021
For Kim Merryman's Pleiades W Poetry Contest
Categories:
watermelon, fruit,
Form:
Verse
My love like steel and silk
cuts through you
splutters your blood
watermelon juice down a throat
Wipes it with yellow silken ribbon
for you to suck afresh
that you may find your
Godly seed within
My love like dragonflies and bees
silently landing on stamen or pistils
alchemising nectar into patterned
dust upon transparent wings
Earth rewards my love with morning glory
steel severs sunflower stems
silkworms crawl into a wet rose centre
pollen stolen in sparkling dew
My steely silken love refreshed
from your flowered stickiness
Categories:
watermelon, 12th grade, emotions, extended
Form:
Free verse
On a summer’s day
A slice of watermelon
Under the hot sun.
Categories:
watermelon, food, life, nature
Form:
Haiku
Watermelon slices
that smell so ripe and sweet
Take me back in time again
when mother sliced the treat
Sitting in the kitchen
with the window opened wide
Spitting watermelon seeds
out to the other side
Categories:
watermelon, childhood, family, food, mother,
Form:
Rhyme
That half grown chrysanthemums/
Stirring up like accuser's.
Life is compared with what two things ?
Which do you think is the richer more revealing comparison ?
Poets use many symbols/
Geese flying south can be a symbol,
Of that of approaching winter/
Heart's symbolize love,
In this brief expanse we call life,
One may want to cry out in a revolt ?
Other's simply take in a breathe of fresh air/
Ponder that many other's that don't even care ?
We all must become united in this great cause !
Not to use this concept loosely/
Yet to humbly ponder a thought,
What do you all think tells a more detailed story ?
The poem or the picture ?
Love can grow out of a billowing cry/
Perhaps a cut nor a mere stye in the eye ?
The seventies had embarked on this journey/
Not to mention that of Timothy Leary ?
This took us to a vast opened door !
To break on through to the other side/
Lest I emplore,
Still we have every bit of reason in which to grasp/
That lattice decor to that shine on the asp,
A sweet juice filled with fine honey nectar/
The future resources,
Allow the creative poet/
To begin to explore the valley of much more !
In gaining the proper word/
Fresh out of the Autumn air !
Categories:
watermelon, school, sea, seasons, social,
Form:
Light Verse
Fresh Cut Grass Smells Like Watermelon
When I cut my grass
Early in the morning smells
As a cool melon
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
10/16/17
Categories:
watermelon, caregiving, environment, food,
Form:
Haiku
honeyed flavor drips
on watermelon’s core, pink
flesh sweetening mouths
…a zing like nectar's fragrance
to thrill when popped rind gushes
breaths taste moist syrup
earthy aphrodisiac
when melon lips grind,
… as he sinks his teeth in mine
nibbling juicy midnight love !
* aphrodisiac has 5 syllables
www.howmanysyllables.com
Sweet or Salty Contest of Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
watermelon, fruit, romance, sweet,
Form:
Tanka
There once was a man who was a felon
Who had just stolen a watermelon
But when he swallowed a seed
A little girl decreed
I think maybe your belly is swellin'
Categories:
watermelon, funny
Form:
Limerick
Green striped globe, trailing vine,
your glories I relate;
summer fruit, taste divine,
you grow in southern states.
Thick, heavy rind confines
the richness we await
sweetened by hot sunshine,
red joy upon my plate.
To choose well I refine
the skills which help equate
what hides in green shrine--
pick best one in the crate.
yellow belly--one sign,
a hollow thump will rate,
sweet watermelon, mine,
"Best one I ever ate!"
Copyright, July 9, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
watermelon, food, summer,
Form:
Quatrain
Watermelon Memories
When summer time comes around
Down memory lane is where I’m bound
Time to get some watermelon
Not the kind the stores are sellin’
But the kind that Grandpa grew
Pink and juicy through and through
We’d go down to Uncle Thurman’s farm
Where I fell under Thurman’s charm
That was down in Caroline
With big green melons on the vine
I’d sit down in his pickup’s bed
“Hold on tight, my uncle said”
I bumped and bounced down to his patch
“Don’t tell your mom or hell I’ll catch”
Down from the pickup I would jump
We’d give the melons all a thump
And when we found the perfect one
Back to the pickup truck I’d run
“Don’t let it roll around” he said
So I’d hug the melon in the bed
Back to Grandma’s house we’d go
The melon and I rocking to and fro
When we got back they’d all be waiting
With big old grins, anticipating
Daddy sliced it down the middle
Offering each of us a little
But as my uncle’s favorite niece
I’d hold out for the biggest piece
No need for salt, I just dug in
The juices dripping down my chin
I ate the flesh down to the rind
A not so dainty way to dine
The process was the same in old Kentuck
With my cousins Joe and Chuck
And it didn’t stop by any means
Even well into my teens
Seed spitting contests were the norm
Though I never mastered speed or form
I still recall the fun we had
With grandpa, grandma, mom and dad
They’ve passed away and yet I see
Them in each summer memory
Of watermelons on the vine
When I was their’s and they were mine
Categories:
watermelon, childhood, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
When I Was A Small Fry,
My Father Would Often Try,
To Tell Us Stories All About Life,
One In Particular,
Sticks Out In My Mind,
The Story Of Watermelons And Their Rind,
We Were Told To Never Swallow The Seeds,
That The Watermelons Sweetness,
Is All We Should Eat,
He Informed Us,
That Eating Watermelon Seeds,
Grew Babies,
Well Now,
My Child Mind,
Being The Wondering Kind,
Wondered If A Seed My Stomach Should Find,
Instead Of Watermelon,
The Orange Pumpkin Kind,
Would I Have A Jack-O-Lantern Baby?,
Just In Time For Halloween?,
This Certainly Seemed Logical To Me,
Now All Of This Rhetoric Sure Did Stink,
Our Watermelon And Pumpkin Days,
We Had To Rethink,
To Avoid Conception We Never Swallowed Their Seeds,
Instead We Planted Them And Let Them Be,
In Rich Soil Beneath Sweet Apple Trees,
Our Garden Grew With Plenty To Eat,
Prompted By Stories Of Deceit,
My Father Was Held Accountable,
For Telling Stories That Tasted So Sweet.
~Vickie Thayer~
Categories:
watermelon, father, father daughter, food,
Form:
Rhyme
sweet watermelon,
banana with pure honey
oh! Bishwanath Spring
Categories:
watermelon, spring, sweet,
Form:
Senryu
W-watery
a-appertizing
t-treat
e-enjoyable
r-red
m-memorable
e-eatable
l-likeable
o-on a hot day
n-neutrision
Categories:
watermelon, fruit, green, red, sweet,
Form:
Acrostic
W is for
Oh so delicious Watermelon
That melts in your mouth
A is for Awesome
Because you know
You are Awesome
T is for
The Terrific world
We live in
E is for Energetic
So keep on being Energetic
On a daily basis
R is for
The Radiance
That shines from you
On a daily basis
M is for
All the Marvelous talents
That you have
E is for
The Encouragement you show to others
On a daily basis
L is for
The Love
That we have
For one another
O is for
Being Optimistic
Every single day
N is for
Enjoying the simple beauty
Of Nature that surrounds us
Categories:
watermelon, fruit,
Form:
Acrostic