Peppercorn Poems | Examples

Trees

The weeping willows
Their widow's veil of leaves
Trailing sadly in the stream

Pungent spicy peppercorn trees 
Their green feathery hair
Festooned with pink beads 

Crooked old oaks 
Their gnarled fingers 
Pointing in twisted directions 

Rigid tall poplars 
Giant thin arrows 
Forever trying to touch the sky 

The blossoming apple tree 
Petals slowly falling 
Pink snow drifting to the ground 

The purple flowered wisteria 
Ever reaching out for somewhere else 
Unable to be content in one spot 

The graceful ghost gum
The crisp clean lemon aroma 
Of a glowing spectre on a moonlit night 

Prim pine trees 
Dressed in green ballroom gowns 
Still waiting for the dance to start 

Liquid amber in autumn 
Sending down colourful stars 
A rainbow mat on the ground 

The dull silver grey wattle 
Glowing yellow with the brightness 
Of a thousand tiny suns

Every tree on this planet 
Has a beauty of its own 
We should learn to care more

Peppercorns

If each peppercorn was a life,
each is saddled in surrender
of shunless damnation.
They dwell in anguish--
death row prisoners.
They huddle together
awaiting torsion
as the grinder rends
the season from their body.
All that remains is dust
milled over an entrée.

Nothing Seems Out of Place

Today,
nothing seems out of place.
The river is at ease between
its banks, those four swans
are meant to be there,
suddenly emerging 
from the shadows beneath
the bridge and into a bright 
arena of sunlight.

And along the path,
an old, bone worn retriever 
is taking its honored place
in the morning, waddling
slowly on a slack, patient lead,
unhurried in the hands
of someone who loves her.

Assembled too in their given
places, a row of peppercorn trees,
a children's playground
and the big, rusty barrel 
of a naval gun pointing out
over the bay as it has done
for a hundred years
primed with peace,

and my shadow finding
its usual place to rest, 
the ground accommodating 
that familiar shape as it does
to a friend. There are times
when nothing seems
out of place and it would be
easy to believe.

i hope one day i get the opportunity to flee on horseback

i ordered at the bar in archbishop's rig

two pork sausages
baked beans
strawberry bear fruit snack
orange juice
meat free burger
r white's raspberry lemonade
bangers and mash
pepsi 
corn wheels 
hotdog 
peppercorn sauce
one wobbly sausage sandwich

on returning to my table
i overheard the barman 
'a fool he was, a fool he'll always be'.

Her Wishes

solitude
. . . quiet 
black peppercorn
on a ribbon 
of tagliatelle 
I, on my path
sinuous striding
impelled by you
impaled by you

No Other Place

A gentle wind combs the long tresses 
of peppercorn trees and brings
a sense of ease, the soft stroking
of a morning to slowly awaken
drowsy souls from sleep.

I enter the space and take in
the quiet, feel a comfort in being
here, sink into a silky, way off drift 
as that which lulled the mind
when, as a child, my grandmother's 
fingers massaged my head
and at that moment
there was no other place
I wanted to be.

What We Do On Thanksgivings Day

Ocean’s seagulls are magical the older woman thought.
Her cat was thinking a seagull sandwich is what he ought.
Each on a beach chair, they sat in silence side by side.
Each with their own thoughts by the sweet oceanside.

Wonder what Bentley is thinking the old woman thought.
Bentley put his nose up in the air and sniffed, je was quite the snot.
They are grilling hot dogs or peppercorn, nothing I like tonight.
These two sat in silence for pretty much most of the night.

There was a soft breeze that brushed them both gently.
They liked the feeling of it; Mrs. Mom and Old Bentley.
Mrs. Mom got out a tiny treat with an ounce of cat nip.
Bentley went crazy and started patting down his owner's hip.

Stop making me into a nest! Mrs. Mom ordered, quite mad.
Bentley jumped down, was hissing and arching, he could be a cad.
I think this could be a regular deal for Thanksgivings Day Mom said.
And this is how they spent it, every holiday, until both were dead.

Admiral of All At Sea Built From Wood On the Hanging Tree

So this is where the trail ends
in a long forgoten paper town 

Flipping dirty mattress in the ghetto turning tricks for matchsticks all for money lending

Because we born unto it like scarlet vixens in classic literature told to believe in

So bleed for me then place me on
the next bus home 

Until i ascend come easter to master the hanging tree

Crusading forth to meet my prom date 1 day i hope to marry

A journey into discovering that which i thought i'd lost i had in fact not

Wrote aboard the deck of a fishing boat
set to sea in a hurricane no mortal human shall return from

An epilogue to dodging hailstorm
whilst eating peppercorn to warm
the cockles of the coldest of darkened heart

Maybe I Need a Sweet Change

maybe i need a sweet change
driving down an avenue
looking at all new things
digging cherry flavored scenes
chicken kabob feeling
taco salad nature
wish for peppercorn ranch waterfall
i will even take a drizzle

maybe i need a sweet change
driving on an island
looking at candy houses
wanting their twin sisters
clam chowder serenity
grilled scallops soothing my mind
wish for sweet buttered cornbread
how i long the sound of a simple sizzle

Piper Nigrum

one sneeze too many
seasoned grilled bacon slices
a flowering vine



Piper nigrum (Piper nigrum) is a flowering vine in the family Piperaceae, cultivated for its fruit, which is usually dried and used as a spice and seasoning, known as a peppercorn.
Peppercorns and the ground pepper derived from them may be described simply as pepper, or more precisely as black pepper (cooked and dried unripe fruit), green pepper (dried unripe fruit), and white pepper (ripe fruit seeds).

Making Guacamole

Round and smooth
orange red
playing sunset
in azure pail
holding hands
with moonlight 
slices
gifts of pearls 
from the earth
dancing peppers
hot and horned 
kicking out
garlic smell
sunlit squeezed
lemon lime
sparkles from
sea salt beds
lacey fragrance
green cilantro
apple cider
gold coriander
oil, cumin  
peppercorn
avocado
pit and all
rainbow spread
on folded rounds
juicy jewels
on crunchy crown.

First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All Yours-2/25/21
First Place Winner at Kimberton Whole Foods, Kimberton, PA-Poetry Contest

White Witches In the Wind

Up the dark and barricaded staircase
With a monitor well focused between their legs
They came to digest an Ego
Caress ten long fingers aflame at the tips
Imbibe bright juice
Heal a chequered heart
Mount the focussed quartz
Don the weathered leather
Flip geopathic stress
As African heroes from the past
Stare through windows draped in white satin

They smooth peppercorn hair
In ecstacies of bliss as delicate oil
Flare their nostrils, ignite their liver
While township youth play dice upstairs
Modelling their future on one man alone
As ten jazz tunes are whistled from corners

The piano remains covered in velvet
With a white knight trying some stunts
And a wizard talks tales of Mecca
Fathering some orphans watching TV
Then prays on centre stage......
They twist locks and slit bars/

Violet suns streams in
All is touched with gold as he glances
At their toes, skirmishes their
Breasts in figures of 8
On a path to the Beyond
White witches in the Wind

( View Recital of poem by Poet on YouTube @ghairodanielspresence )

Was Reborn

just had a sandwich
with sausage and peppercorn
mustard and was reborn

potato salad
german and wrote a ballad
often sang and sang

great wiener schnitzel
ate it up until was full
then did have dessert

pleasant rice pudding
perfect piece of apple pie
loved it my oh my

The King of Spices

oh wondrous pepper!
born in Kerala, South India &
said to be “the king of spices”--- 
that which goes with practically any food,
that which does all that it can to bring excitement to the tongue---
spawned from the piper nigrum whose
berries once picked, then dried,
become implements of savory goodness,
brought on by the explosive oils inside whose
wild nature bears for us
everything from
anti-oxidants to
antiseptics &
what a debt we owe to you,
for you have made many otherwise horrible tasting foods 
tolerable,
you have been that last ingredient to change up things &
add a dash of interest into 
an otherwise routine 
cuisine---
we sit at your feet,
great peppercorn, ground to perfection &
ready to 
eat.

Almonds

I don’t know why I like almonds so much
Going nuts
Crunch crunch
I don’t know why the caged bird sings
Or why he can’t just hold it in
Walnut, peach pit, peanut, primal
Peppercorn prairies,
Pine nuts, poppy seeds, almonds galore
Taste them taste them
Crunch some more
I don’t know the thing about almonds so much 
Maybe cuz they crunch like
	Seashells beneath my feet
Maybe cuz the salt sticks like 
	Sweat and the ocean
	From a day on the beach.
I don’t know why I like almonds so much
	Crunch crunch
Enough is enough
Of this purple daydream
Pecans of thunder
Send me to sleep
Crunch much?

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