Plum Poems | Examples

The plum tree and the boy

In the center of the city,
There was a plum tree
Whose flowers were in bloom;
White and rose
They attracted the attention
Of whoever walked by;
In the morning a girl,
That was walking by the tree,
Took her camera and began to make photos;
Later on a mother with her child,
Was passing by
And her child was pointing at the tree;
The mother took the child in her arms
And he began taking
Some flowers from the plum tree;
Any passerby that passed by.
The plum tree turned their heads
And looked
At its white and rose flowers;
In the middle of the day,
A young couple stopped
And sat by the plum tree;
The boy took some little flowers
From the tree,
With care not to harm the tree.
And gave the flowers to the girl,
Who was sitting,
Admiring the beauty of the plum tree;
Time after time
Would be heard voices,
Of the people who seeing.
The plum tree would say to each other:
»Look this plum tree is in bloom now!»
«Look isn’t it beautiful!?»

plum blossom

delicate white bloom
airs on the fresh green branches ~
	steam wafts from the cup

marian plum

                                                                    //
                                                                            // 
                                                                         size 
                                                                doesn’t matter,
                                                           as long as its quantity
i                                                            is greater, savour its
                                                            fragrance and sweet
                                                               taste, eat the skin 
                                                                     and meat 
                                                                      without 
                                                                     waste

my pear and plum

my pear tree’s petals
          pearlescent in the sun . . .
              the  b l u s h i n g  plum

Some Might Say Plum Tuckered

Plum tuckered from the Polar Express,
off the rails and despairing of goody-
goody gumdrops and sweet words
that impresses many a poetic treat.

Preparation of Victorian sweets, via PC,
dreaded, droll, glorious and interminable.
I’m laughing at you, if you try, Sugar Plum.
You’ll turn colors as a longsuffering victim.

The SP Fairy, flew through the season
of peace and joy, only her tippy toes caring.
Not a fruitcake, herself, to be busy for days,
nor fuss and layer a dobosh torte for hours.

as the tide goes

The long fun bantering conversations
Eye to eye
Lazer beams
Side by side
In the crowd
Walking into the evening glow
Over the glasses of umerock and namachuu
The smooth and calm sway of the train
Our reflections in the window
Talking until there was only
That last train
That last stop
Where it was only us
When it was only us
Us two
Laying down on the grass
Near the river
Side by side
Content in each other’s presence
Thinking back,
I realize that I’ve seen this scene before
From a direct, top view perspective
A year?? Perhaps a few months ago
My psyche somehow
Subconsciously
Somehow always knew
Meant to be, was this moment?You don’t need to try so hard to be
Oh, so cool
Oh, so hardcore
Until
Once I snap back a witty remark
His baby face scrunches into the cutest laugh
He just can’t hold it in
His hand, warm
Wrapping mine
Different yet similar scars
I think we both know
That this isn’t
Casual
Oh no
Much more than that
Oh, not so typical
No need to try too hard
No need to force it
Flowing naturally
As the tide goes

My lil Plum

Majestic and marvelous
you are a sassy one

lovely and melts my lament
I am confident to have her…
listen, she’s full of precious diamonds…delicate like a lamb amongst the wolves…so innocent…

Precious 
loneliness gone
understanding
my majestic Queen…so independent and territorial…she’s a feline and she’s mine! Mine! Mine! (:

- dedicated to my black cat: Plumbella (Plum as a nickname)…

She is 1 year old
Rescued by the shelter…
Beautiful and bold
Black cat lives matter….

Plum Wings

Plum
wings,
plucky
is the strum
of love’s afterglow
With purple locks and negligee,
angel flew to hubby under sateen satin sheets
Lavender ruffling, at the midnight hour, had couple vibing in synchronicity

Plum Brandy Eduard Manet

Tired after her travail-
                                a happy hour'gal

Sugar Plum and Heffalump

To his Sugar Plum, Heffalump stood tall ~

    She thought Heffalump better than no lump at all

The Plum Tree

The mothers spread a plum stained blanket
under the tree,
and lay the babies down,
patting their backs.
They listen for the sch,
dedh, t-te sounds 
of plums dropping through leaves 
and hitting the ground around them.
Then they stand 
and gather up the ones-
Soft, some slightly split, bursting- 
The perfect ones and eat them,
plum juice staining their mouths
and fingers.
They laugh
and spit the pits away,
like the boys do.

She's a Plum Perfect Love-

She was plum perfect
Sweet as apple pie
A lavender rose
Hearthstone
Boiling warm glow
Dew drop Olive garden
Warm Glow tulips in the spring
Such a sugary woman
Soul so very sweet
Her very essence chocolatey
Chanterelle strawberries
Sea anemone oceans breath
That woman that girl cotton in a candy
So sweet chocolatey sweet
She's yum, plum perfect

2/4/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022

Every Bum In Our Slum

I know like a solvable sum
Every Samson’s riddle bum
Roaming our banal slum
Besides my tricky chum
With his insincere dum-dum–dum!
Not in his favor
His ear- assaulting chewing gum,
A thing to not savor
His disquieting rum…

If not slapping some drum,
Strangers asking where they came from,
Glowering at the seemingly dumb. 
Sometimes, touching tunes does hum 
But with a face decidedly glum
And not infrequently hitting his mum
For recklessly postponing his plum.

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Merbaboe

Neither princess plum nor slave slums.
Keen high hearted savana teardrops.
Betrayal vandal taker.

With Your Purple Plum Heart

Nocturnal visions of the highest order welcome you 
Priestess of ancient tribes... 
Cast your spell wrap the moon in dark tinsel swindles  
Open the gateway dark anime girl , 
and potentize your aerial fields of resonance 
Enter into the dragon's shrine, use your potion
to qualm the drake keeper; 
Seize your destiny as the stars seize the night 
use your wizardry to dye the sun hairs black   
allow the purple bruised night to feast on your mood  
eglantine kisses dark as blackstrap molasses 
falling on you like mellifluous rhythm of tantric drums

Ink your beauty on their bodies morosely caress their wounds 
heal and saturate them, with your purple plum heart.

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