Mulberries Poems - Poems about Mulberries

...Is it the early morn in a yellow field of corn, Or could it be flowers with strange powers, Or a stroll on a donkey chomping a carrot, Or a baby pig in a pram, who would make A tasty ham, Is it......Read the rest...

...Blackberries, blackberries, what’s the big deal? They’ve too many seeds, and they give me no thrill. They’re actually tart and they’re only sweet when placed into a pie. Are they even good then? ......Read the rest...

...a mulberry tree under dark blue/purple skies birdsong on the wind red orb descending midst the hello and goodbye the wandering hours evening breeze caress sun lurks in shadows of night mu......Read the rest...

...The skies are deepest plum, And the sun's like a cherry, The dark mysteries beckon, And birds are in mulberries! Peach roses soft and creamy, In rich shadows gone dreamy. Written on: 6/20/2......Read the rest...

...Suspicious glances cast by anxious neighbors ignore the leers the sweet mulberries dance on my taste buds......Read the rest...

...The air, warm, unmoved, clings to our bodies Like an old, familiar blanket. From the west, the light, A warm amber brew, pours down And is strained through the leaves of the nearby gums It fills......Read the rest...

...A cricket chirps, a sparrow sings Grasshoppers glide on chattering wings. A summer’s day in august thus begins. Each crack upon the sidewalk Breaks another mother’s back. Each n......Read the rest...

...It was late in the perpetual summer, and I had been dozing, On a blue and balmy afternoon, as I lulled on my porch swing. When from my pleasurable dreams, I was eventually aroused, By sweet bree......Read the rest...

...The sweet bird songs heard at the break of dawn Mixed with the sound of sprinklers on the lawn Neighbors readied boats for bobs in the bay Morning papers landed in each driveway Boxy air units we......Read the rest...

...In the pale sunshine of a springtime morn, As fresh as the dawn before it was born, Such creamy clouds, grace a deep blue sky, After the midnight of rain has passed by. Plum purple blooms, leave ......Read the rest...

...DARKNESS GROWS IN THE GARDEN OF PLEASANTRIES Meandering through the garden of pleasantries, did you sense, the breathless pant of trees, or hear, the violin seduction, of Cupid’s se......Read the rest...

...Many memories of my mother making moist mellow macaroons marshmallows and Madeira cake, minuscule madeleines, marvellous, mum measures, marinates, melts, more majestic meals. My matriarch make......Read the rest...

...A little piece of Heaven Just like in my dreams Just as I remembered In shades of blue and green Blue sky, honeysuckle summer Green green grass of home Hurley Mississippi Down Mulberry Road ......Read the rest...

...Grandma’s Old Oak tree No backyard trees do I remember, Tho cottonwood and mulberries lined street and walk, So for this purpose one I’ll adopt one from Grandma’s backyard for this poem’s talk.......Read the rest...

...A timed lesson in diameter of dialogue is akin to eating a vast amount of bean. But buttering a heron should never really be performed in a new moon. So hesitate not by the tropical bowl whose ideolo......Read the rest...