Short Blackberry Poems
Short Blackberry Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Blackberry by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Blackberry by length and keyword.
in the sunshine
a blackberry blossoms
winter's summer pudding
blackberries
above the nettles-
just out of reach
Sticks in containers,
Patiently wait on my lawn
For me to plant them.
blackberry winter
small white blooms not for picking
prickly spring cold snap
August 3, 2022
Pickle brine
Not so fine,
Blackberry wine
When I dine.
written March 7, 2022
for absolute, pure fun!
Crepes and salted caramel
A Yorkshire parkin
with peanut butter parfait
blackberry sorbet
prunes in Armagnac
Treats back to
Back!
nearby in sunshine
a blackberry blossoms
winter's summer pudding
NOTE-HI-KU is any English language variation on the Japanese haiku
Eating cavier(fifty dollar shrubs)
Walking on lush green lawns(spinach, squash, and english peas)
Sleeping in clover(blackberry orchards)
The blackberry bush
Staining my fingertips, a
Sweetness worth the mess
The sun's going down
Grab as many one can hold
Painted crimson hands
Barberry strawberry cranberry raspberry
Blackberry boysenberry cloudberry mulberry
Bayberry puchiuberry loganberry gooseberry
Berry berry nice!
scarlet sweet cherries
and blueberries summer's best
orange days of zest
june blackberry pies
teal skies bursts of raspberries
strawberries pink moon
Her jogging suit fits her oh, so fine!
Takes another sip of blackberry wine.
Headphones are in.
Music makes her grin.
Semi gets her when she jogs over the line.
Oh my love , blackberry,
I desire to sip sweet words
From your mouth of cherry ...
Study Tongue with Tongue
Discover all impression
from your papillae all taste ...
Begun as a small worm
Before a silk cocoon
Becomes more colorful
Beating its wings to spring
By and between sucks its
Blossoms to Bellflower
Blackberry, Bluebonnet…
9/8/2023
O blackberry-flowers
Everbearing varieties far superior to eat
In perfect sleep
I lay my eyes in full and I devote
My soul for you one day you will melt in my lips.
PS: Happy New Year!
Well, if this contest is like your past
You'd better run to the liquor store fast
You may be standing in line
To get your blackberry wine
And find out they've just sold the last
06/20/11 For Francine's Wine contest
Back in time!
Back in time!
With blackberry wine…
and don’t tell grandpa…
Just a sip,
a sip of the warm embrace...
Just you and me
Before time did race
and you dear, sweet Grandma...
fell out of place.
5/11/2019
I see grandmother's bonnet moving above the bramble.
My mother tells me not to keep eating berries.
My little pail fills so slowly.
mouth drips purple juice
clothes torn, skin bleeding, itching
spill berries again
taking the long way
Grandma with her stick and me
ankle deep cold creek
homing pigeons rise
circling evening skies
fledgling blue-bars in training
blackberry stained lips
sipping hot sassafras tea
fireflies welcome home
the country stile
hedges an old meadow
I sit awhile
out of the blue
the honey bee
sings with delight
nearby in sunshine
a blackberry blossoms
winter's summer pudding
in the silence
my thoughts plod the path
of yesteryear
Merry Mary Blackberry fairy
will you marry me
Cows that play the live-long day
have come to sample thee.
Excerpted from Wisewomen and Boggy-boos: A Dictionary of Lesbian Fairy Lore (Austin: Banned Books, 1992).
Blackberries are juicy and sweet
And very delicious to eat.
For me though, I think,
Are those I can drink-
Blackberry liqueur is my treat!
July 29, 2022
Contest: Your Thoughts on Blackberries
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Writing the Poem
by Ayesha Karim
I am alive.
I am breathing.
I thank God that I have the sweetest Life.
Blackberries surround me.
I talk on my new Blackberry mobile phone.
I call. I text friends and family.
I seek clarity.
I discover clairvoyance that began as Insight.
Drinking the blues away
tears of mascara
taste with different option
smells like red wine juice
tears of mascara
taste with different options
worldwide white wine grapes
tears of mascara
taste with different options
smoky blackberry
Alfred's Contest: Bacchus The God Who Loved His Grapes
Oh, tempter, displaying your unripe ruby fruit,
Easy pickings for the lazy, raffish masses
While staying your ripe royal lushness out of reach
Behind thorn barriers to tear the hides of men
Greedy to press their lips against your swollen skin,
Then gentle bite, receive your bitter-sweet reward.
It is a sin to steel a sin.
Overlooking blackberry clouds
while the voices of a nameless
storm echo bright in the whirlwind,
the Temptress needles her
way into your stomach.
She dares you to resist.
She begs you to struggle.
At cliff's edge, you tumble, trading
one sin for another, and fall.