Citrusy Poems | Examples

Tribute to my favourite summer beer

Bartender, bring me a Pink Fuzz
in a tall frosted glass

It's going down velvety smooth
so cold refreshing and citrusy
love its grapefruit aftertaste
that lingers on the tongue

It makes my head feel light
it's magical and so delightful
brewed to perfection
achieving mild intoxication

Pink Fuzz a celebration in a glass
cheers ~ summer is finally here !!



AP: 3rd place 2025

Magnificent, Magnolious Saucer Magnolias

Twenty years ago this month I was in Enid A. Haupt Garden, a manicured
garden surrounded by two rows of saucer magnolia trees. The magnolious
large, cup shaped flowers showcasing breathtaking display of white or
pinkish-purple petals with outer petals of darker shade of pink or purple.

The petals, thick, soft and velvety scattered on the ground and benches.
I was swept away by the pleasant fragrance and captivated by the scent, a
combination of sweet, floral and slightly citrusy. A fragrance so noticeable
for the scent wafted through the garden, creating a pleasing aroma, like a
sweet lemony candy. Unforgettable! When will I see and smell them again?

Handwritten

To weave a word, a fabric of thought, 
Each stroke on dreary image caught :
Pale tinge of citrusy note, half drawn 
Written in bleak ,yellowing song--
Old letters soar now in ashen white, 
Where muted language of angst
    takes flight.

A Romios Midsummer Dream

A Romios Midsummer’s Dream


In any weather, whether it be sun-kissed
or intensely stormy.
Is to find residence and warmth in the 
incandescent,arms of her loving honey!

His olive-skinned arms encircled her, 
like stippled, gold, giant butterfly wings.
His citrusy, warm breath, Mon Dieu,
makes her body both shudder and sing! 

In his forever, velvet, house she chooses 
to abide.
Listening to his Hellenic heart beat, as
strong as the Aegean Sea's tides.

Nothing in this merciless world does she 
desire with her soul, more than this.
Her butterfly winged, home and a forevermore 
Greek lastling, delicious kiss!


7/4/2024

Yellow

She turned to the sunlight  And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:  “Winter is dead.”
—A. A. Milne

Y our old-fashioned lemony pie
E specially with meringue
L uxurious curd of citrusy yellow
L ight hue that exudes energy
O stentatious and tempting dessert
W insome jaunty, yellowy, crusty delight

Serenity in a Cup

The whistling kettle calls to me.
Telling me it's time for tea
I grab my Tinkerbell mug off the shelf
As I try to decide what to have for myself
What flavor of brew should I steep into my cup?

Lemony and citrusy?
Minty and refreshing?
Earthy and nutty?
Fruity and floral?

Settling with vanilla spice,
A steamy waterfall
A hint of honey
To sweeten the pot
The sweet aroma rose up
Smelling sugary and sweet.

Cupping the potion
Raising it to my lips
Taking small sips
I felt the warmth
Course through my veins.

Washing away the stress
Replacing it with bliss
Like my mind is at a spa
Bathing in a hot spring.

For a moment, time froze.
The world stands still.
Embracing the peace
Brought by a cup of tea.

Smart Stuff

I got a smart phone
And bought some Smart food
Smart razor, smart comb
Got my wife a smart boob
Whenever it’s squeezed
Coz we’re in the mood
Ten minutes later
The coffee’s fresh brewed

I have smart TVs
Plus two smart RVs
Smart this, and smart that
Dumb dog, but smart cat
When it mews and purrs
And is in my way
I see cat food ads
Nearly every day

I bought a smart car
And a smarter truck
That brings me new things
Though it calls me Chuck
I found a smart shelf
At the local dump
That displays smart stuff
And a bobble-head Trump

But to cap it off
In my world of smart
I purchased a spanking
New snazzy Smart-Fart
That can change odors
From unpleasant eww
To either a lemon
Or citrusy stew

It can switch noises
To downplay my crime
As long as I’m able
To change it on time
A Smart-Fart is handy
For cutting through line
And can’t be detected
By a trained canine

If you’ve grown tired
Of the old rotten
A Smart-Fart will make
Smelly days forgotten
So if you want one
Put it in your cart
The next time you’re at
An online Fart Mart

Under the Bulbous Light

fingering white pages, one by
one, painted with ebonic ink.
  borrowed,
    i’m blushing
      like a bride.
the rush
  of pages,
    windmill
      churning…
so careful, this klutz, sipping tea.
   lady grey,
     graceful,
       citrusy.
book rests under the bulbous light.
  minutes,
    so close,
      without a spy.
singular tea bag holder, rose chintz,
chipped away at my piggy bank.
       tea-stained spoiler
tainted twenty pages or so.
  librarian
    eying
      the drip.

When the Twig Snaps

Brittle and broken, the eucalyptus snaps loudest.
Pulverized by constant wear
of boots on dusty trails.
Debris of lifeless memories
detached from vital source,
scattered broken on apathetic earth,
pummeled by the passerby.
A lifetime of transforming sunlight obliterated
in the spiraling downward dance of fall,
to publicly mourn its own demise
at the foot of the future,
blooming green and leafy in the sun.

Life starts and bursts so young and eager.
And so the workhouse of servitude begins its tasks.
Fully ripened and heavy in the heat of maturity
then snapping, sailing in the autumnal chill.
Yet in death, oh my, the scent returns,
a citrusy, mint, rosemary-like eulogy.

Eucalyptus snaps the loudest in refrain
to a singular journey at its end.

Scented Rhapsody

Pines citrusy scent
arousing rural ardor
Child's rhapsody

In Quietness Divine

in quietness divine
   the xanthous zephyr balm
      a citrusy ascent
         to sip on Summer’s tea
            a lovely day is spent

               in quietness divine
         a fine fettle of dreams
      the fantasy, a soak
   an Autumn bath of leaves
the stately sigh of oak

in quietness divine
   by brandy quell of warmth
      the crunch of hooves in snow
         a pen and paper touch
            and subtle shade aglow

                    in quietness divine
               calm wings with songs enchant
            all Spring is kin of dawn
      behold a lake with swans
pink petals on rose lawn

1/25/2021
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Candy-Coated

Candy-coated 


The darkest day 
The most bitter night
Warm, salty tears crawl down
The back of sweet bamboo
Candy-coated , granular gold
For which I break my back
And rain with perspiration 
For to grow and harvest crop
Picking leaves, picking weeds
Field hands  grow tired and numb
I have but  tasted toasty, roasted coffee 
Nor smooth, citrusy, herbal or bitter tea
Brewed and elegantly placed for a party
How silly of adults to play house
In the dinning room  
The able nose, breathes a brief remedy 
I bleed for the fibers on my back 
Absorbing my steam 
Harvesting white hairs 
For the puff of tobacco smoke 
Filling the lungs with cancerous strokes 
Master’s wife,Mrs. Mosquito 
Buzzes in my ear
Bites
And consumes my blood
It’s plump and red with juice 
Relief come with scratching 
Blows by the masters traced 
As far as the eyes can see



Marckincia Jean
Imagism 
10/01/19

A Midsummer Butterfly Song, All She Wants

In any weather, be it sun-kissed
or intensely stormy,
Is to find residence and warmth in the incandescent,
encircled arms of her loving honey!

His olive-skinned arms encircle her
like stippled gold giant butterfly wings.
His citrusy, warm breath,Mon Dieu,
makes her body shudder and sing! 

In this forever velvet, house she chooses 
to abide.
Listening to his Hellenic heart beat
strong as the Aegean Sea's tides.

Nothing in this merciless world she does want 
more than this.
Her butterfly winged, home and a forevermore kiss. 

5/16/2019
11:10am PST

An Always Morning

In the center of my garden,a marble fountain stands.
Today, the fountain-birds harmonizing  
and conversing in joy, 
Of their plans to fulfill for God's day.
Insects, too,are busy doing their holy work,
some building tunnels way under the earth.
If lucky, I might see a hare hop my way.

Meanwhile, I will procure a fresh orange from the beloved tree in my yard. 
Oh, what a way to start a citrusy day.
With a brioche, a carafe of French coffee,
on my terrace I will sit.
Inspired, smiling and so immensely grateful, to be an such an insignificant part of all this.

Panagiota Romios
4/22/2019
7:00pm PST

Typical

  Totally typical of you to doubt me so, no doubt
Yet, there were times when you helped me out
Pain and suffering doesn’t last a lifetime, my dear
I believe You will see me through, despite my fear
Corruption and chaos mix with strife horrendously
Appreciate what good life has to offer to you exceedingly
Lemons and limes are my favorite citrusy fruit juice nearly

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