Rhubarb Poems | Examples

Vegetable Matter

If a conflicted carrot
based on its looks
could feel it's a parsnip
it would be a turnip for the books
and should confused chard
on corn do a number
lettuce hope the offspring
isn't a baby cucumber
some plants are quite confounded 
in my garden bed
sadly the rhubarb is convinced
it's celery badly sun-burned red

Noble Rhubarb

the noble rhubarb
breathtaking Himalayas
rare awesome flower

Adding My Rhubarb To the Bowl

There's something going on around here, something special. 
Something's being tossed in the bowl- (sort of speak). Something that to my likes, tastes and smells as good as any cheery pie, apple strudel, or creme filled pastry. I suppose it's in the air, or, in the soup, if I may say. I sense a great deal of trust, honor and friendship. I trust my gut and soul, for it is soothed and full of warmth. I get the feeling that it is not only I that feels this way. Let us continue to reap the rewards together for in which this community so much has to offer. But it is the "love" that embraces my heart every time I read a comment, poem, or story written by my fellow poets and poetesses. Yes indeed, there's something going on around here. Something that's addicting...and I'm addicted!  I promise- to be just another ingredient that adds a little taste to this already very flavorful mixture of sweetness and seasonings from around the globe. Do you think the rain will hurt the rhubarb? "Not if it's in cans" my dad used to say". So, I will continue to add my rhubarb- can or not. 

I hope it appeases you all...

Sincerely, 
PS member

My Feelings About Rhubarb Pie

have you tried tangy zingy rhubarb pie?
I like the taste, oh my, oh my!
I like the colors of pink and green
everything about it is terribly keen.

I like rhubarb pie cold, it is a dream!
It is fantastic too warmed up with vanilla ice cream
granulated sugar on top makes the crust sweet and real
I gulp this tart sweetness down, my tongue loves the feel

I salivate as I think about rhubarb pie’s taste
some think cobbler is okay, but to me rhubarb pie is the best
Keep the strawberries out, adding them is a waste
I like my rhubarb pie pure, the ultimate delicious taste.

Rhubarb My Hedgehog

I just saw a little beast outside!
I think he has scurried off to hide!
Is he a little chubby with a pretty face?
That’s Rhubarb my hedgehog, he has such grace.

You mean you are feeding this rodent creature?
I surely am, he is like watching a double feature.
He’s funny and sassy and he scurries with attitude.
I love everything about him. He is polite, never rude.

He washes his food first in that little bowl of water.
We all adore Rhubarb - my husband, son and daughter.
Please do not scare him, it has taken him a long time.
To get used to humans, and now I claim him as mine.

You really are an animal love the persnickety visitor said.
I think you are odd, I would enjoy seeing inside your head.

Rhubarb - Simply the Best

Having lived out in the country
when I grew up near a farm
in our large garden, we grew rhubarb
large stocks of it, big as my arm

My mother made loads of it
we called it stewed rhubarb
left it to cool before entering fridge
then have a bowl of it with custard

Since these childhood days
I've always loved it so much
but shops don't have it often
so expensive now so rarely touch

Sometimes now have it for breakfast
putting it on top of my Special K
pouring milk upon it so very lovely
it gets me started right for the day

It's a funny thing tasting rhubarb
I don't like it at all as a jam
but really love it so well stewed
just don't eat it by the kilogram!

(One of my favourite dishes is a bowl of stewed rhubarb especially at breakfast with Special K)

Pink and Green Rhubarb

pink and green rhubarb
found renegade and leafy
best pie ever baked

Rhubarb

My husband bought a little treat,
A favorite thing I love to eat.
We rarely see this anywhere
So take advantage when it’s there.

I never ate this in my youth
For what’s inside, to tell the truth,
Is something that did not compute –
It seemed more veggie than a fruit.

I’m talkin’ rhubarb, as in pie,
With strawberries to satisfy
My taste buds, waiting to explode;
Of course, this will be a la mode.

If you have never sampled this,
You’ve missing out on certain bliss
But if my tastes you do refute,
We’ll have a rhubarb (a dispute)!

Rhubarb

Kermes crushed to yield the dye;
A warming colour of pinkish hue
But a finer harvest can be made
To delight the eyes and taste buds too

Fine in trifles, crumbles and tarts
Shared after summer walks
Or in the depth of winters cold
We'll devour our crimson stalks

Rhubarb-Everyone Poops Contest

They wait in the streets with a bucket and spade
The gardeners waiting for a horse to oblige
First it is the milkman, with bottles a rattling
Then the coalman with his nutty slag in a bag
The horses of each carrier doesn’t look like he will
Lift his tail scrunch his face and do what they want

He is waiting til he reaches the door of No 10
Where she waits with a few carrots and strokes his mane
Come on lovely horsey fill my bucket today
The rhubarb needs a help if a pie I’m to bake
Your lovely poo is good for the soil
Come on lovely horsey  give your tail a good shake
Fill my pail I will mix it with compost, 
steam will rise as it seems to come to the boil.

Lovely horsey, there, a few carrots for you.
Thank you once again for doing a poo.


Penned 9 August 2015

Rhubarb

I put my shoes on back to front
to step into the past,
sent my watch by express mail
to make the time go fast.
Wrote 'atom' down as 'mtao'
just to generate unclear fusion,
told my friends I wasn't there
but an optical illusion.
Put my head on upside down
for a thicker head of hair and no beard,
when you can't think of topics for a piece of verse, then
what the hell- 
do weird.

Wild Rhubarb

You must know where to look for wild rhubarb.
Walking along the busy street, cars whizzing by, no real hope
for the suffocated earth beneath the road. The bitter beauty awaits
in darkened edges of sun-starved trails, seeking no one’s approval,
the wild man enjoys the bitterness, preferring edges of the surface
under the cultivated variety……admiring the dance of the
green darner…..flashing emerald wings in a self-created universe,
taking aim at the fly about to depart his piece of rhubarb pie,
just another picnic….in the park. 



06/22/11
7:19pm
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Rhubarb Pie

Oh for a taste of rhubarb pie!
Home picked, home baked--
Mouth watering, I don’t lie.

A tart and sweet delicious delight;
Tingles, mingles with the tongue.
Mom always cooked it just right!

Some might let theirs go to waste,
But I’ll eat their piece without delay,
I just love that capricious taste!



Note* I haven’t had a piece of Rhubarb pie
since my dear mom died in ‘94

Rhubarb

Tart
fruit,
hidden
close within
a vegetable-
Cicely will make it sweeter.

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