Plum Poems - Poems about Plum

...Jack and Jill were brother and sister, whose environs were hilly and green; And they groomed horses and worked in gardens, oft 'til a moonlight scene. They did daily chores on a farm, in ......Read the rest...

... Written: May 2nd, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Quixotic quest quiddity As dusk sapidity emerges,  Casting a shadow  Weeping waves smash  in foamy scatters;......Read the rest...

...Lilacs, pink roses, plum tulips, and red daisies. It's essential to sniff them, before they are gone; For the fun lives are enjoying orange sunshine! Ever since birth, ......Read the rest...

...Am I really this old, so many ghosts beckoning? —Michael R. Burch Sleepyheads! I recite my haiku to the inattentive lilies. —Michael R. Burch Stillness: the sound of petals drifting dow......Read the rest...

...I was a celebrated, professional psychic, offering glimpses of rosy future; And helping people work through problems, like pink moon, come sooner. I had learnt to talk with the spirits, a......Read the rest...

...Quote: "In zen we don't find the answers. We lose the questions." ..zen philosophy Beneath the plum tree by the Zen pond's side, Its vivid hues reflected in the water's glide, Autumn leaves, a......Read the rest...

...These are original haiku by Michael R. Burch and his translations of haiku by the Japanese masters Matsuo Basho, Yosa Buson, Masaoka Shiki, and others. Am I really this old, so many ghosts beck......Read the rest...

... when air-brushed stars croon.. my soul sways, tied to the moon lost in twinkling tune seeking for rose light from plum reveries tonight~ questioning twilight.. am I not fine art ......Read the rest...

...Eduard Manet au cafe a typica scene of his day Plum Brandy* for a 'happy-hour' gal a 'break' in her nearsst 'locale' ......Read the rest...

...I was a marvelous ophthalmologist, impacting how others saw this world, As tomorrow one day sees yesterday, on lanes where hued leaves swirled. I corrected hazy, crazy vision problems, wi......Read the rest...

...ZEPHYR As the Greek God of the west wind I am Zephyrus, my home is Thrace Bringing life for the seasonal rebirth With a neutral colour of blueish plum I can blow hard but softer than some Yet......Read the rest...

...I was a bed and mattress tester, a dream job like that of a yellow moon. I tested the comfort of beds, pillows, etc., for night is ever coming soon. I studied sleep patterns too, like viv......Read the rest...

... This pomegranate heart dreams to travel upon a periwinkle path which leads to the province, where her royal majestic persona resembles papillon emperors, floating under mauveine skie......Read the rest...

... A giant road is emerging. My sandy path is ready to be swallowed. Gambol, amble, ramble, saunter, stride… My way knows a variety of my gaits. This is a stamped path in my gene as an elep......Read the rest...

...In blackness, I hear forked tongues whisper wicked witchery, hope within arthritic ink slowly f a d e s as darkness descends upon snow-speckled heart, and a murder of......Read the rest...