Blackberry Poems

Yeah Right

She told a story aof the men she
had been involved with.
They put her at the front of the room and
talked to the various people.
Due to the sensitivity of the topic 
she played nice and refused to give
names.But anyway: minutes into
the conversation she took out a chart.
The roman numerals had name 
beside them.
I. First Love...Cute and

Harry Stole the Blackberry

Harry, a tiger salamander stole a woman’s blackberry
Quickly swam with it out to the bogged down Derby ferry
He was chased by a great crested newt named Terry
Terry wanted the device for his Great Aunt Mary

Mary heard of this and said to her brother Larry
Who wants an obsolete stupid antiquated blackberry?
Larry did not tell her, but

Blackberry Memories

We’d fill our buckets to the brim-- 
my brother, sis, and I--
and rush the juicy berries home
for Grandma’s cobbler pie,
our oatmeal, or for Mama’s jam . . . 
sweet scenes from days gone by. 

Those berries came to mean much more
than something good to eat.
They symbolize my innocence
before I was to meet
the complex workings of

Blackberry Pie

Blackberry flowers
Lilac petals
Granny's kitchen apron

Elevator Eyes

You know the look that you get
The sandy summing up of your worth
Can be peach positive or neon negative
Can feel good like green spring or hurt
Like a forest fire red burning potential 
Matters not if the look is unintentional 

Even karma kids do it as if a reflex
No need to shout or get upset at

Fruits of Love

My love tastes like strawberry wine
He is made from fruit of my mind
I prayed for his chocolate divine
Kisses so engaging one loses time

My love smells like frosted rain
Dripping intoxicating like pink champagne 
I could never leave you I am trained
To be loyal and true to your gain

My love feels like silky cashmere 
Warm and charmed

Bipolar Blackberry

Sometimes I'm sweet sometimes I’m sour
I am of seed and purple flower power
I can be crazy while same time sane
Tis God who gave me eccentric brain

I don’t do horror too sensitive
Because tomorrow I’d rather live
Watching good things having good dreams
Instead of the flashbacks haunting me

Flashbacks of trauma from the past
Of pain and drama of a

Blackberry Wine

A bottle of Blackberry wine
Taken from a shared glass,
Items of clothing strewn
About the summer grass.
Two semi naked figures
One a girl, one a boy 
Relaxing in the sunshine
After a period of joy.

They didn't need the wine
To loosen their inhibitions,
Things just happen naturally
In such pleasant situations.
No, they didn't need the wine
But afterwards it was so nice,
And maybe a good

Blackberry Picking Alone

I stopped along the trail, 
enticed by the blackberries there.
Wishing I had brought a pail
to pick an abundance to share.

But no pail was to be had.
so I stood there enjoying a taste,
Making my heart quite glad
that today I was in no haste.

Remembering years gone by,
when blackberry picking we'd go.
Baking them into a pie
good enough to

Blackberry Dreams Divine

 
I adore blackberries I must admit
         fresh, ripe, big, juicy, heavy summer berries
   delicious to eat growing wild
              in a country dappled meadow
     then, picking a bucket

Blackberry Bush

I am a blackberry fruit 
Dark and shiny and plump
Growing wildly on the roadside 
Sprawled on an old tree stump 

I'm fragrant and enticing 
Admit it, I know you fancy me 
You just can't resist my charms 
I'm a tasty bite and free 

Think jams, puddings and pies 
Sweet treats galore I proffer 
Come over

Blackberry Pie

Would you like a piece of blackberry pie?
Oh, yes, he said, oh, my, oh, my!
Blackberries are antioxidants you know.
I had no idea and told him so.
 
Blackberries on ice cream or even in cake.
Blackberry jam after a kiss.
Blackberry pie, it is great for goodness sake!
I salivate thinking of this.
 
They are a terrific source of

Blackberry Way

Oh, tempter, displaying your unripe ruby fruit,
Easy pickings for the lazy, raffish masses
While staying your ripe royal lushness out of reach
Behind thorn barriers to tear the hides of men
Greedy to press their lips against your swollen skin,
Then gentle bite, receive your bitter-sweet reward.

Blackberry Ink

Blackberry ink explodes in my mouth 
That bitter flavour I’ve grown to tolerate 
Keep eating, continue devouring 
Again and again…why do I do this to myself? 

Juice so dark, so rich, so deep  
Favoured in writing messages of adoration  
Never received, but the intent was present  
Never bitten, but the fruit was

Blackberry Pleasures

Blackberries to me are one of natures fine treasures
Fruit jewels that give many culinary pleasures.
The berries are versatile with nutritional health benefits
And wildlife safe haven under densely grown thickets.

Nature gives plenty for us all to share
But be aware and pick them with care.
Covered in thorns over each entwined stem
Defence of its own blackberry briar realm.

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