Short Cardamom Poems
Short Cardamom Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cardamom by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cardamom by length and keyword.
journey to another ocean
cardamom cinnamon motion
hint of masala
sip to enthral ya
chai my a spice laden potion.
Grandpa Punjab was in quite a hurry
He'd run out of cardamom and curry --
Poor guy tried every place
Found only nutmeg and lace --
Told his wife that his memory was blurry
Poetic License:
every = 3 syllables
memory = 2 syllables
Pumpkin Pie at our table
Tasty treat divine
Stir sugar, eggs, cinnamon,
Cardamom, lemon
Yummy crust whoopee
Gobbled with
Glee!
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Cognac & Brandy recollections,
sublime warmth 'tween
smoky exhaled vapors,
wisps of Madagascar aromatics
& blazes of Autumn firesides
amidst a French Château fantasy,
dipped in honeysuckle reminisces
of cardamom spice and the pungent
zest of once upon twilit legends
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kitchen air
thick with love, ginger flair
rolled in Granny's hands, then baked just right.
cinnamon, clove, anise, cardamom blended tight
Granny shaped the dark rounds for Christmas night delight
dipped in powdered sugar soft as snow
children’s faces aglow
Ho! Ho! Ho!
You have dissolved me,
spinning sugar in long brewed cups of Indian tea...
breathing cardamom dust and mint
liquid me, sweet upon your palette,
no longer holding grounds of abstinence
no longer crystal, glittering under microscopes in glass
but one with the steam of ancient grasses and pods
This is the life. I'll melt for you any day.
R-ich cream, served in a shallow crystal bowl
A- delicious taste for the fervent soul
S-oft, spongy, soaked in sweetened milk quite cold
M-eant for special occasions and for all
A-lmonds strewn thin and spread like winter rain
L-ight cardamom that pleases on the tongue
A-ll stress and strains fade to ease body`s pain
I-ts every bite is like a soothing song.
MEDITATION HOUR
Love notes written on vellum
Music scores with smiles between lines
Written in symbols, circles or waves
When lids closed for an hour
I’m inside a strand of hair
A protein or atomic space
Neutrality speaks like
A pink lotus
teaches as my Muse
Its a cardamom pip
I disappear into its blackness
then the car door
Banged !!
At the hour
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In a big, weathered armchair
and a cocoon of faded quilts
beside a fireplace that glows
as it crackles and sparks.
With the weight of a book
propped against toasty knees
as steam rises like dawn,
releasing cardamom.
Where the evening breeze carries
the scent of lilac and the chant
of crooning crickets
through open windows,
and ideas bloom like roses,
floating like half-lit fireflies.
This is where happiness lives.
Stiff pleated fronds in concert rise
to wax under the April sun
and trill their canticles begun
in verses jade that they comprise.
Chartreuse of thorny branches splay
a tumult to belie the grace
that on display they interlace
like rose stems on a breezeless day.
Atop the thatched denuded bole
gush fountains cast in cardamom,
an opalescent diadem
that glistens on the mossy knoll.
In thus exuberant array
do cloistered peacocks mime ballet.
1/20/18