Short Nutmeg Poems
Short Nutmeg Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Nutmeg by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Nutmeg by length and keyword.
pumpkin
baked in a pie
I smell cloves, and nutmeg
cinnamon, ginger and allspice
tasty!
last kiss collapses
on hymeneal amber
like grated nutmeg
What beautiful blue eyes you got
Wish I could take it out the sack
Put it to boil like an egg
smash it like a nutmeg
Then you could forever take a nap
Nutmeg
Deep and spicy
Warm vanilla or musk
Autumn invites rich fragrances
Indulge.
Apples from the backyard tree
Sliced thin and sugared
Cinnamon, nutmeg, butter
Pile in tender crust
Bake 'till golden brown
A la mode
Mom!
Soft and sweet tapioca pudding
With bubbling, steamy milk
Sprinkled with sugar, nuts and raisins
Flavored with nutmeg spice
Creamy, toasty mixture
Cozy treat
Smash!
Squirrel named Nutmeg, full of cheer,
Drank eggnog (his downfall, I fear).
Staggering with tail asway,
He leapt onto Santa's sleigh~
"On Prancer!" he shouted—oh dear!
Barn-ward we heard the reindeer's sneeze.
Smells of nutmeg and clove in the breeze.
With Santa stuck in the John,
From dusk till about dawn,
Looks like we gave Big Red too much cheese.
The Leaves Are Rustling And Blowing Away
Orange, brown , Yellow
Are The Colors The Leaves Change To
As They are Falling To The Ground
Pumpkin, Nutmeg , Cinnamon
Is The Smells in The Air!
Form:
I sit quietly on your spice shelf,
You notice the others, never myself,
a humble tin of ground nutmeg.
Please hear me. I don't wish to beg.
I wait here, nightly, wide awake -
please put me in your pie or cake.
Sometime apple pies
Run and Hide
You don't want to be eaten
Peeled apples roll around
Once a seedling
In planted in the ground
Flour, cinnamon, nutmeg other ingredients...
Mixed and placed in the oven
9/16/19
let
your mind
be free
with
the
scent of
gingerbread,
pumpernickel,
nutmeg,
banana bread,
spring rain,
vanilla extract
and
sweetgrass
to be exact
is the
scent of the moon
at last
I
am sure
then
let your
mind be free
"Good apple pies are a considerable part of our domestic happiness." ~ Jane Austin
Granny Smiths, apple cobbler
Fit for a gobbler
Cinnamon and nutmeg too
Joy for me and you
Walnuts, wine, why not?
Steaming hot -
eat!
mistletoe
joyful, festive
embracing, kissing, sighing
holly, nutmeg, eggnog, snow
dancing, swirling, laughing
radiant, ecstatic,
bride
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
I can smell
The scented leaves
It reminds me of
A sweet potato pie
Baking in the oven
The rich smell of vanilla
Cinnamon and nutmeg
Floating through the air
Giving you the feeling
Of warmth and love
NOVEMBER 17, 2019
KIM RODRIGUES-SCENTED LEAVES
Home of the jack'o lantern
can be filled with spices---
cinnamon, nutmeg, and more,
to fill our stomachs
on a cool fall night.
Warm pumpkin
pie!
A velvety creamy bechamel tantalizes the senses
with its complementary cinnamon and nutmeg.
Seasoned meat of choice presented in intricate layers
among lasagna-like noodles of eggplant and zucchini
guarantee an ultimate gourmet party for the palate.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
No better gift have I from heaven
than a grandchild, now turn'd seven.
of east and west a wondrous blend
she took the best that these could lend:
from Eden's banks her nutmeg hue
her amber eyes from northern dew
and add to this yet greater pleasure,
a dash of Irish for good measure.
Pumpkin Pie
Warm fresh, aromatic…
nutmeg, cinnamon, clove(s)…ssss….
Butter crust,
hand mixed,
hand rolled,
by a 100 year old pin.
Loved on,
by the cook.
Flakes of heaven,
peeled away from
the perfection found
only at Grandma’s house.
Grandpa smiles,
and we all laugh.
Tradition!
When the warm nutmeg spirit of generosity
moves you year round,
a Mrs. Claus heart fills your smile.
It's a Christmas kind of love on
any given day,
it has you singing, "Joy to the World,"
with your Yuletide soul soaring
pool side in the middle of July.
It's a Christmas kind of love
throughout your life. ~
nutmeg subheading
pheasant takes shield from the sun
first trip there this year
crow stares from a branch
listen to steady rain scarce
second cup of joe
Written: June 2nd, 2023
3rd Place Contest Winner
Show Don't Tell, Tell Don't Show Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dilly Dally
Aunt Kate's Wine Cake---
A dash of nutmeg in the batter,
takes the cake and makes it better.
But the splash of wine that she adds later,
and another cube of butter
makes us all a little fatter !
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For Andrea's Contest "Holiday Food Connections 2"
11/18/15
Beyond the measure and mead
of circadian rhythm and habitual rhyme
beyond the frequencies and amplitudes
of perambulating waves and recalcitrant lines
Beyond the clamor and din of nutmeg and time
cleavers and butchers and earthmen who climb
Atop the weathered brow of
life's grand conflagration
an old man disembarked at the final destination
Muscat I smell a rat hidden in plain sight lodged between their law you have no haven