Pomegranate Poems | Examples

pomegranate

a pomegranate
with ruby marbles inside~
sweet n' sour delight

Let me peel pomegranate for you forever

I want to love you, untill my heart stops pumping, until my hands tremble but still find the strength to peel a pomegranate just for you. I want to love you until the last of my teeth stands defiant against time, until my eyes grow dim yet still search for you in every fading light. I want to love you until my voice, though frail, never tires of whispering I love you into your ears, even when yours no longer hear. 

I want to love you until our evening walks turn into slow, lingering steps, where every shared silence speaks louder than words. I want to love you until my last meal is tasted with you beside me, And when the time comes, when they lay mee down and the flames rise, let them carry my love with them, not as ashes, but as an unending whisper in the wind forever yours.

The world is suchlike a pomegranate

The world is somehow a pomegranate
Every individual of us in it is the seeds 
Having stayed similar to juicy tastes 
Holding together long yawning for grace 

Dreaming to germinate in the spring breeze
And to grow up and stand tall in the soil 
Blooming virtually and quietly in the Sun-rays 
And to appeal the amethyst  for your please
 
Oh, lord! You'd be proud  of thee for all
For so many myths, you leave there to face 
And so many choices given alike in blind dates

Pomegranate Autumn Juice

what an autumn juice!
beautiful dark sweet neat pink!
so natural way!

Pomegranate

Arid, bony-shanked carapace.
Shiny, weathered patina
tells of desolation,
Belies any promise of richness;
Yet when inverted,
Becoming regal.
A tatty, crown implies 
The ancient purport.


Tough, yet easily-torn in avarice.
Revealing, inner passion
Shrieks fecundity and blood, 
Gleams with shiny liveliness;
Yet when sundered,
Serried jewels.
A secret, inner-order shows
The abundant warrant.


Red, a study of translucence.
Deep-hued, each perfect gem 
Fades to stalk-umbilicus,
Foretells the unborn orchard;
Yet when amassed,
Bitter-sweet.
A fruitful sumptuousness gives life
The noble pomme grenate.

Pavlova Levitates

Cut open pomegranate Christmas lights aril
Syrup drips erupt bitter volcano alluvium ooze
Blackberry gall sullies crust creamy caramel
Chroma pervades pavlova cracks in lilac hues


North Pole prepared sugar sack, sans limit
Blizzard whip season removes several months
Egg fragile igloo glitters in shell smash grit
Featherboa snow stiletto cabaret flamboyance


Santa avalanches resume a ruby ice unity
Investing in fuel for rocket launching research
Sleigh's sky laughs at axle trapped gravity
Astronauts unconcious core to raunch dessert
 




             13th March 
       Thirsty for Departure

Pomegranate

love pomegranate 
floral and fauna embrace
phileo eros

Pomegranate Garden

Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
Rays of the sun there in yellow red glow,
Grass wilting brown which is fanced by the stone,
Whispers to crickets: »Our time here runs slow.« 

Outside the city where the pomegranates throne,
Whistles are born in the shadows they've grown,
Water is scarce and by hot sun consumed,
Pomegranate's taste still to all men is known.

Outside the city where the pomegranates bloomed,
You were and I by our sweet love perfumed,
Problems in city were locked far away,
We were by moment so joyous consumed.

Outside the city where the pomegranates say,
»Moment has passed dear, and she went astray.«
I'm in theirs shadows in warmest July,
Wondering what caused our love to decay.

Outside the city where the pomegranates die,
I'm standing up throwing my youth awry,
Story is shifting to city aglow,
Pomegranate garden I wish you good-by.

Pomegranate Nectar

outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
is where we buried the years six feet below.
all of the magic clung to the tragic
and we knew it was not time yet to go.

but of all the love, 
i would not erase a single thing.
all of the memories,
i want to remember everything.

we saw Aphrodite serenade a dove,
and Eve, dripping scarlet nectar from her mouth.
and everything seemed so succulent 
even through the drouth.

when we looked into the heaven's eyes,
i saw my own rebirth.
understanding the purity,
fearing its responsibility,
we followed the footsteps
of the first woman on earth.

The Pomegranate

Not one, three bowls of lovely pomegranates
Look, the passion incarnate
Love or hate as you like, please don't desecrate
Gateway to glorious ecstasy
Of serene sensuality holding supreme creativity
And the all seeing mighty eyes!
Invitation to the abundant festival of inhalations 
‘Come, honeycombs are ready
Bees throughout eternity, come and benumb
Come here and swamp the boat’
Under the lavish moon there in the dark lagoon
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   25 February,2016
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Pomegranate Heart

She counts the seeds
Of my pomegranate heart
The same, always the same
No matter how many times she counts.
Her fingers are stained 
And though she may wash and scrub
There I will be
In her skin, lodged in places
Where she cannot wash me out

The Goodness of a Pomegranate

Memories of years gone by
the fruit shop was our first call
that lovely redsome fruit
shaped like a cannonball

A pomegranate is its name
cut in half with a knife
showing those juicy red seeds
made your tongue come to life

This fruit bearing shrub
originates from Iran
has many health benefits
and is good for all of man

poetgord@2013

A Pomegranate

Juicy red rubies
Glint in fleshy covering
Soon to be devoured.

My pin pricks each seed 
Scarlet liquid spurts once pressed
Oozing with goodness.
 
The sweetest flavour
Such succulent refreshment 
Dancing on my tongue.

Pomegranate

I crack a pomegranate every night
Yesterday's juice a sad delight.
Bloody red and faintly sweet
Every kernel a glistening treat.

My teeth stained red from yesterday
Bitter kernels cling to bitter tongue.
Spit the bitterness so far away
Pomegranate dreams for the very young.

Glistening skin is ripened red
Yesterday becomes a crooked crutch.
White skin, red flesh puts pain to bed
Contrast in yesterday's delicate touch.

Break the skin, reveal the treat
Bury the seeds so very deep.
Pomegranate juice so red and sweet,
Regrets are there for me to keep.

I crack a pomegranate every night
Yesterday's juice a sad delight.
And so today forever will pay
For the secret sins of yesterday.

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