Pomegranate Poems - Poems about Pomegranate

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.

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 

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

Pomegranate Kaleidoscope

PUNICA GRANATUM


So you had a bad day?

Think Pomegranate; the inside universe ...
that inspired grenades, etymology, history, Jewish numerical blunders ... Roman blunders into Carthage again.

Jewish Numerical Blunders as in estimating each Pomegranate has 613 seeds, matching the laws or rules of the Pharisees. The Pharisees were religious, followers of Moses, they said: but Jesus was

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

Pomegranate

love pomegranate 
floral and fauna embrace
phileo eros

The Pomegranate Gown

This Poem was submitted for the poetry contest "Jamie's interesting contest 1" sponsored by Jamie Pan, for theme #6. Reflections in a window.

Once while my mind was drifting through a cafe fenestration,
Whence my cappuccino cup carouseled round a mindless spun spoon,
A presence within a reflection's penumbral lines broke my lack of concentration:
A woman stood between

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

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,

The Pomegranate Grove

Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
Sat a heartbroken maiden full of sorrow.
So sorrowful was she that the veil she wore
Was full-wet and soggy as never before.
I knew not the lass, nor from where she had come,
But the sound of her sobs set my heart  athrum

So into the grove where the pomegranates grow,
I hurried

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

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

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