Pomegranates Poems - Poems about Pomegranates

Pomegranates aren’t messy

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

I love pomegranates

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. 

Waiting In Hunger For the Pomegranates To Fall

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

Where the Pomegranates Grow

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

Where Pomegranates Grow

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

Pomegranates Grow

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

Where the Pomegranates Grow

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,

Where Pomegranates Grow

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

Where the Pomegranates Grow

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

Outside the City Where the Pomegranates Grow,

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

Promise of the Pomegranates

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

Where the Pomegranates Grow

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

Among the Pomegranates

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

Red Jewels In the Pomegranates

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

Outside the City Where the Pomegranates Grow

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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