Watermelon Poems - Poems about Watermelon

Once upon a time in a faraway land There was an old man, who had forgotten how to speak His eyes would stare into the sky, void of any emotion, His scars turned wrinkles narrated an untold story His hands, never steady, always counting Sometimes in the middle of the day, he would scream But no sound would escape his mouth,...

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Where shall I go? They ask of us what I cannot sacrifice, So help. You, scared of the void of dice, Do not fear what you know has result, Let their greed grind to a halt, Their evangelism is disguised with the veneer of a mission, As they push us back in this revolting schism, Help us. Retrieve our right to humanity, Relieve the wound...

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STEEL AND SILK My love like steel and silk cuts through you splutters your blood watermelon juice down a throat Wipes it with yellow silken...

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Sliced and fresh Watermelon Put in the fridge....

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big juicy melon mouth watering delicacy summer's best kept secret...

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Gallagher, likewise in the front row. Green melon astringent holds bodily form. Flesh seems harmless lying on the butcher’s table. Rank and file juiced up for the battle. “Wizard- of-Odd” holds high, like Thor, his “Sledge-O-Matic.” ...

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With its green skin Round shape, tender juicy flesh Called watermelon....

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Sharing watermelon is a delightful thing to do. Loving the sweet cold pinks and the sticky goo. Two can share, or even three or four. When we cut a melon, we seem to have more and more. ...

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Little slices of the most lush and red watermelon, Swollen with juiciness and a natural multivitamin. Deliciously filled with glistening liquid in green rind....

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"Treeing", "treeing,"cheerful sound of a bicycle bell; stuck well inside my ear like a hard binding gel; Peeping from the window, I knew him very well; The boy lived at next door took me out of my cell. Creeping from window, I rode down the green meadow; The maiden dew drops shone as, young stars brightly glow; Painted tyre, like watermelon,circled...

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I've missed the last train home With the bread they're looking for. As I was on the watermelon ride....

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She came along casually riding a watermelon bike. I was merely walking down the street on an intended hike. She yelled “Hey, Pete, or Samuel or Ike!” You see I am a triplet, and this is what it is like. I am Suzette, she said, introducing herself in a sweet way. I wondered how she knew our names in just...

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I took a nap one late afternoon After parking my rusty bike far from our lawn My nap took few minutes and soon Bikes’ wheels turned into red watermelons I got up eagerly and went cycling again Showing my new bike to other children Some chased to jump and ride with me So we headed to the mountain-sides gaily I noticed the uniqueness...

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Watermelon You, me, two bikes. A trip across town, to the farmer's market. A hot day, an iced melon. Only one... cut in half. Shared together, with laughter, from here ever after. Twice the smiles, no matter the miles, Watermelon, not just our summer treat, but a friendship, remembered... Amen....

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My bike holds me a spot Watermelon posters on each spike In the month of August whilst’s scorching hot Friends join me and we set up our man-made tent We’ll be giving free watermelon slices all day! Carnival rides, seed spitting contests, money well spent Proceedings will go to the church of 'We Shall Pray' My food...

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