Plums Poems - Poems about Plums

plums are not my common fare I really love them they are tangy and zesty I like their firmness and their rich sweet taste delicious plums...

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Visions of sugar plums dancing in a child’s head Refused to join the slumbering neonate or get near the bed But you have to do it! It’s in the song, the clock sang out. The sugar plums stuck out their tongues and ran out. Where are the sugar plums? People asked all over the world. They did not visit any...

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plums scrumptious deep purple leathery bite prunes ...

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Are you the butterfly while in my dreams I flit after Soshi? —Basho, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch It's not at all anxious to bloom, the plum tree at my gate. —Kobayashi Issa, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The red plum's fallen petals seem to ignite horse dung. —Yosa Buson, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Intruder!? This white plum tree was once outside our...

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These are my modern English translations of haiku about plum blossoms, plums and plum trees. Picking autumn plums my wrinkled hands once again grow fragrant —Yosa Buson, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Clinging to the plum tree: one blossom's worth of warmth… —Hattori Ransetsu, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch On adjacent branches the plum tree blossoms bloom petal by petal—Love! —Yosa Buson, loose translation/interpretation...

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Plums! What delightful treats Purple ones very good Please let's eat, big red ripe Plump, straight from the shapely Pleasing green stocky tree People like them simply Prepared as royal's fare Date: 04/09/2021 Sponsor: Kim Merryman Contest: Pleiades P...

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This was the year for an abundance of plums, the fruitlets spared by the absence of frost. The tree was leaning, the branches drooping with a curtain of fruit downward plunging. Such was the challenge of so many plums – how much could we cope with? What would be lost? Each gust of wind...

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As the old broom glides across the floor Sweeping up remnants of lunch's crumbs Someone rings the bell at the den door I leave dog hair, spilled food and come My love greets me with a pan of plums ...

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A child up past your bedtime sat and stared, a penny now for what you're thinking, in the garden snow was scarce, you saw the sculpture slowly shrinking. You didn't pay attention when in those mid-winter thaws the sculpture upped and disappeared, for there was Santa Claus! the Tooth Fairy! the Easter Bunny! all are...

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A child up past his bedtime sat and stared, a penny now for what he's thinking, in the garden snow was scarce, he saw the sculpture slowly shrinking. He hadn't paid attention when in those mid-winter thaws the sculpture upped and disappeared, 'cos there was Santa Claus! the Tooth Fairy! the Easter Bunny! all are real to him right now, sparking his imagination, causing...

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To preserve this day, I pick red plums wild Within my soul, I dream a while A vision ancient, to me smiles Of plums growing wild in thickets dark There for taking by man or lark Beside running waters where beaver barks I hear the drum for miles Smoke signals lifting high in sky On summer's breeze they drift and sigh Indian village steals...

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where are all the blossums? they've all vanished and green leaves will soon hide sweet plums...

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