Pomegranates Poems - Poems about Pomegranates

pomegranates aren’t messy. there quite a few who don’t have a clue of how to handle the delicate fruit so it doesn’t spew They take one look And determine its some type of crook don’t even take a moment To observe its unique tidiness They take a spoon And don’t wait to gut it To make it...

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I love pomegranates scientist found a full one age three thousands years In Tutankhamun's tomb, scientist found a pomegranate dated/from about 3200 years. ...

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Outside the city where the pomegranates grow is a dusty hovel where love conquers all. Nothing but love, no food, together they know they will die before the pomegranates fall. Dying for food to give strength so they can live, Dying for laughter to share with the poor, Laughter is free just no energy to give, Crying together before the pomegranates show. They...

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Outside the city where lush Lovely pomegranates grow The spring has sprung and flowers show Birds rear their young in tones hushed The lady weeps in a silent Strain, love has left a broken heart In pain, where the pomegranates start To bloom once again, so vibrant Hush my love your chance to shine bright Slipped in on a cloud silver lined A knight so...

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Outside the city where the pomegranates grow I vainly seek from the dogged strains of time, a moment to hide in, under limbs hanging low, and by chance, or the devil’s cunning, find courage, as welling seeds inward and bound, but bleeding, weeping their intoxicating blood; ever so rarely, under Heaven’s smile found, possessed by low creatures, a-wallow in mud. Then in...

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Outside the city where the pomegranates grow, There's a boy I do know He is long and tall and has a guitar in all Oh how I love him with that tune he plays He has eyes like the blue sky Dreams of stardom and fame He came from Maine, just to be Outside where the pomegranates grow Said I could be the...

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Outside the city where the pomegranates grow, hunching broad shoulders, when the north winds blows Winter rust is over, and the leaves are turning green Sunlight filters through the limbs, and warms me to the core Outside the city where the pomegranates grow It was you and I, hand in hand, beneath the summer sky We fell in love, though,...

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Outside the city where the pomegranates grow Stars are agleam as the moon dips low And lovers meet 'neath moonlight's glow To share love's caress as their kisses flow Beneath the pomegranate tree They taste the flavor of love As the...

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Where the Pomegranates Grow Outside the city where the pomegranates grow, Adonis I met strolling through an orchard row. Paradise it was being with my enamored beau, who adorned me with wildflowers from head to toe... just outside the city where the pomegranates grow. Youthful and carefree, we loved unabashedly, for the gods had blessed us so abundantly. Unbreakable was our bond and...

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Outside the city where the pomegranates grow, I begin to wonder under a ruddy tree The field of grass is caressed by the suns ultimate glow All is so beautiful I wish it would stay, to never flee This view of celestial proportion Will replenish my spirit and make me strong Even though I’m enriched I wish for a devotion A...

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Outside the city where the pomegranates grow, where a heart is free and the sky is wide where time is slow like a rivers flow and the crow that flies is your only guide In orchards wild and row upon row the pomegranates grow in the countryside. Such dreams of peace relieve the crush And guide the sweep of the painter's brush. Outside...

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Outside the city where the pomegranates grow there's a place so quiet and pretty every chance, I get, I go It's not often enough, that I can stroll among these trees with the flavor of this fruit in a cool dry mountain breeze But when the city gets to crowded that it begins to over flow I go outside the city, where...

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Outside the city where the pomegranates grow, Where that ocean that gently sweeps my brow, Collides with the rurality of the cows giving milk, In a fusion spring loaded with happiness and silk. My true love comes to me, My sweet blossom of agony, Offering affection and love, Rendering light from above. Leaves that brush up...

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Outside the city where the pomegranates grow Inside the doors where the bowls brim in a pink glow Beside the river where your warmth melts in my shiver There I would like to release my red birds in blue quiver Birds playing perching pecking and penning lyrics Birds leaning lavishly on the lovely luscious lychees Jingly the waves arrive at the...

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Outside the city where the pomegranates grow Just beyond the trees, topped with snow. A boy wanders; where will he go? The answer to that, nobody can know. The Stars shine down, bright and well. But his mind drifts to thoughts of eternal torture, in Hell The fire that burns forever is where he will dwell. Or is that already on Earth?...

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