Short Mulberries Poems

Short Mulberries Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mulberries by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mulberries by length and keyword.


Creek Walk

Cool breeze blow my hair
Mulberries scent  in the air
Rambling without care

By Robb A. Kopp
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Form: Senryu


Premium Member Deep Red and Ripe

a mulberry tree
under dark blue/purple skies
birdsong on the wind

red orb descending
midst the hello and goodbye
the wandering hours

evening breeze caress
sun lurks in shadows of night
mulberries so ripe
Form: Haiku

Premium Member The Purple Shadows

The skies are deepest plum,
And the sun's like a cherry,
The dark mysteries beckon,
And birds are in mulberries!
Peach roses soft and creamy,
In rich shadows gone dreamy.


Written on: 6/20/2021
For: ALL YOURS (Jun 22) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Mammals Who Munch

Mauricio, the merry moose
in Lanny Locke’s garden let loose.
He munched on mulberries,
chips, chestnuts and cherries.
The produce he poached was profuse!

His cousin, Carol the cute caribou
consumed cucumber, cabbage and cashews;
and Kory the cute koala
wandered down from Walla Walla 
bringing broccoli, beans and barbecue!
© Jim Healey  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Mothers Menu Mmm

Many memories of my mother
making moist mellow macaroons 
marshmallows and Madeira cake,
minuscule madeleines, marvellous,
mum measures, marinates, melts,
more majestic meals.
My matriarch makes,
marmalade,
marzipan,
muffins,
mincemeat,
meringue.
mousse.
My meritorious mom mixes, merges, mingles,
melon,
mango,
mulberries,
Mandarins.
My maternal materfamilias, masterminds 
Mealtime masterpieces.
© Roy Pett  Create an image from this poem.


Where Ornamentals Grow

In deepest wood
  A home once stood
Roses bloom by chimney fall
       An old stone wall
Lines remnant trail
Gives heed to open well
                     Where lilacs trace
                           An empty space
                       And fills the air
              With scent to wear
                 An apple tree
       And mulberries
           An old home site
                 In morning light

  9Mar14
Form: Rhyme

Summer's End

Gone are the summer wildflowers those many, subtle scented breaths that once allured nectar seekers and me to their wild colonies. But now those lifeless peduncles that once bore inflorescent blooms decay amidst a grand graveyard of myriad, deciduous dead. Gone are the summertime players: the honeybees and bumblebees, butterflies and dragon flies mulberries and elderberries; brief were the roles each had played in their own, spectacular way.
Form: Verse

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