Mango Tree Poems | Examples

The Window By The Mango Tree

There was a window by the mango tree,  
facing west, where sunlight spilled like secrets.  

That’s where I waited,  
where I last saw you—  
not waving, just walking.

The curtains danced even when the wind was still.  
They remembered your scent  
better than I did.

I tried to forget the taste of afternoons  
without your laugh in the hallway.  
Tried to unhear the sound  
of your keys…  
not returning.

The mango tree grew quiet,  
like it, too, was grieving.  
Its fruits fell without reason—  
like how people leave  
without explanation.

Even now,  
I pass that window  
and forget to breathe.

This is how I remember it:  
Not with fireworks or music,  
but with silence,  
and the ghost of your footsteps  
fading into the floorboards  
of a house  
that no longer knows your name.

Ode To a Mango Tree

Mango tree,
Lovely and beautiful,
As a salsa lady,
You are exotic,
And tropical splendors,
Your leathery sultry petals,
With fine and rare warmth,
Dress the body,
Of your surreal canopy,
In the enchanted wind,
Like a salsa lady,
The curves of your fruits,
Are like brilliant,
orange moons,,
And they blush,
With love,
red as roses,
By deep kisses,
Of moon and sun,
Resplendently,
Upon your sweet,
Boughs,
That bow,
And sway,,
Sway and bow,
With a harvest,
Of kindness,
And its,
Parched,
And,
Damp,
Allure,
Mango tree,
Like a salsa lady,
Your delicious canopy,
Is rare beautiful delights,
It gifts her sighs,
With love,
warmth of days,
And their starry nights
Reynaldo Casison

Away Up a Mango Tree

Away up a mango tree, no signal below 
The bee on the fruit is like my fellow 
The sky is so dark but I simply don't care 
For writing my poem can make my day fair 

Away up a mango tree, writing my poem 
For my poetry's like my precious gem 
I simply just don't care what happens around 
For if I go down, no signal on the ground 

Away up a mango tree, some people wonder 
Like the bees around me that buzz and ponder 
The clouds on the dark sky are wanting to cry 
But for me what matters is there's signal here on high

On Top of a Mango Tree

Upon a hill, on top of a mango tree
There I wrote my poetry 
Under the scorching sun that pierces the leaves
Trying to dig the thoughts under my sleeves

Sky was blue and wind was high 
All around, the wild bees fly 
The birds sang a melody 
Like a sublime rhapsody 

June 20, 2023

Under the Mango Tree

By my red tiled house stands a mango tree
Beneath it I cherish my treasured memories
Where cows merrily roam and cattle graze
As morning sky scintillates in marigold rays
Face of innocent days I spent in tiny village
Amid rice fields gracing serene landscapes
Watching crops grow from seeds to harvests
Playing game of cricket and idling in silliness
From dawn till dusk, ambling with friends 
Venturing out coyly, exploring night’s secrets
Walking dusty roads holding kerosine lamps
Strolling like silhouettes on dark river banks
Floating young emotions on giggling streams
Stealing kiss of love, choreographing dreams 
As we told stories spinning moonlit wizardry
Listening to wilderness strumming wild music
By my red tiled house, under the mango tree
Where eternally lie my childhood memories

January 13, 2021
Placed 1st: Your choice (44) contest by Brian Strand
Placed 5th: Good old days contest by Mystic Rose Rose

A Mango Tree In Brooklyn

A Mango Tree In Brooklyn
 
A mango is not only a fruit it’s an island
An image of memories, it organic taste
This represents the first bite to the last:
Tracing back to its originality, 
Tropical warmth, which smooths the lips
The sweet, succulent taste is noticeable:

Somehow, the roots refuse to grow
In Brooklyn, amount the sandy earth
Where the suffering continues,

A mango tree will never rooted in Brooklyn.
The soil is useless and barren, 
Seized with an impotent anger
Where the death toll rises daily

Parrots In a Mango Tree

Parrots on a branch up in mango tree

Red rose Julie hangs behind green leaves

Eyes on the prize  beaks and tongues adore

Who’ll taste it first  before it ripes and fall

Mango Tree Shade

Traditional songs -
In the cool mango tree shade -
Long child memory

Little Boy's Mango Tree

My garden is full of colorful flowers
The fragrance they unfurl cleans our soul 
They do not need the rain showers
We happily feed the plant,since it's our ultimate goal.

Humming birds are the regular visitors
They intimate their presence by their beautiful tone
In the midst of the garden,we affixed a bird feeder 
It helps to feed the birds,even we are out of town

Once a little boy visited our garden 
He had a mango seed in his hand
He looked like a fairy,his appearance brightens
like the sunshine,he obliged me to bury the seed

 I said that we should plant a sapling
as this would not get enough strength to grow 
He said "faith can do anything"
and again compelled me to sow

I am not sure whether he is a gnome or pixie
But there was something in his words
Now my garden has a big mango tree
and it has become a party place for the birds

Mango Tree - the Mirrored Tanka Style

~Mango Tree~
(Mirrored Tanka)


Mango falls from tree
Ripe, delicious and so sweet
Mango tree so tall
It gives such a tasty fruit
Mango drops near top of head
Mango drops near top of head
It gives such a tasty fruit
Mango tree so tall
Ripe, delicious and so sweet
Mango falls from tree


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011



November.22.2015


Authors notes:

 This is a Mirrored Tanka style.

The Mango Tree

The Mango tree

She was waiting for me  where I chose to
build a house   and set up my family. 
She too grew up,  but on her own. Sheltered  
my house from the  sun and  extended her  
sweetness every time for free.  Now, a 
grandma, her limbs are weak. I am afraid 
she will collapse over my home in the 
next April’s gale. And therefore I think of 
sending her off to an old-age-home,  the 
timber merchant’s yard. She protests not.
As if sensing my mind, she is all blooms 
as never before, and I’m in two minds.

23 Aug 2015
Form: Personification
For Charlotte's 'Trees personified' contest.

Green Leaves of Mango Tree

Green tiny leaves of mango tree, 
 Dancing outside caressed by the wind,
 Gleaming and beaming bathed by the rain,
 Allowing my heart to be inspired and gain.

 I think about having to be in your world,
 Even if it takes only a minute from my world,
 To forget some sadness and ease that pain,
 In my heart who has been a fool again.

 Why is my heart still in love with him?
 Even though I know his world doesn't come to me,
 Only in my dreams I could be on my own,
 Pretending he loves me and we're flying to the moon.

 Green leaves of mango tree bathed by the rain,
 Tell me how can i ease this pain.

Mango Tree

I'm Sitting in a wicker rocking chair
beneath a mango tree
whose open arms provide for me
a canopy of shade

The Mango Tree

In distant field mango tree stands alone
           waiting for sky to open
       to bring forth new fresh fruits.

‘neath the Mango Tree

‘neath the mango tree  
a butterfly and a man,
they're both travelers

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