Guavas Poems - Poems about Guavas

...I stood at the top of our dirt driveway looking back at our two-story house. It's kind of a long house where, from our second-floor windows, you can see cars driving on the lane road in our v......Read the rest...

...Every morning and evening, I happen to watch parrots, A pandemonium always adorns my guava tree; Each parrot seems unique, having its very quaint merits, Like angelic souls, they seem in physique......Read the rest...

...Friends have an open invitation—dusky sky—soft rock music— It’s all part of the experience of barbecuing--quote by poet Rustic charred mesquite fired up Aromatic smoke Sweet......Read the rest...

...nature thrives on bestrewn oddness. earth is tame in its fresh safeness. the same for the rest of the world. yellow, black, and white are all furled. The geese there on guavas fee......Read the rest...

...Many a fruit I have tasted, And wasted, Many a fruit I have flirted with, And soon broken up with. Many a fruit I have refused a dance, And never given a second glance. Many a fruit has scent t......Read the rest...

...Cashews and guavas luscious contagious odors perfume the kitchen......Read the rest...

...Mango season, for us, is a celebration, Our eyes are on enthusiastic elation; In sunlight, they shine in golden green, We children gather to witness the scene; Though we have our mangroves, Nei......Read the rest...

...“If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe." Carl Sagan (1934-1996) Apple Pies A welcome task past wayward primes where plucked delights yon mangoes, gu......Read the rest...

..."How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood" Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842 Our journeys in Life are memorable by sweet memories that we dearly hold of childhood days that are ad......Read the rest...

...Once had been to distant relatives place. Captured a glimpse of scenery -a roomy astounding garden located in their backyard. It was a biggish "wow" for us. The whole day we played forgetting our ......Read the rest...

...That day was forever. It was finally time, For us to move out. We found old card-boards From our neighborhood Chose the best , Carefully laid our stuff . Our old home stood , At the center ......Read the rest...

...The Florida of My Youth – Work By Franklin Price 10/11/2019 Was not born with silver spoon, that dangled from my lips Had enough to eat and drink, but not for extra sips Could not get a real ......Read the rest...

...Joyful times when I lived limpid and loose in children's language that spoke ... In the minimalist language I heard from the sheep, the vegetable language that i well tran......Read the rest...

...munching with my mate buxom burgundy berries autumn pigeon date ( I have a red guava tree which the wood pigeons love, eating 30 berries in one go - just swallow after swallow. Usually......Read the rest...

...I miss home, Home where am cordially welcome, I miss the best treats, Treats like that of a king, Ooh Mama,am coming home soon. The roasted giraffe meat, The boiled duck eggs to eat, I yearn......Read the rest...