by Karen Jones |
Categories:
appreciation, cute love, emotions, love,
My mind drifts back
To red times we've had
Healing happy lime laughs
Revealing shining over anything sad
Magical how one word from you
Colors me whatever you choose
From lamenting lemon to maroon
All based on love so true
You are my favorite song
I sing you all day night long
U write me pink passionate poems
Invite me to dream along
We don't have much in hand
But rich in heart with romance
By time design holding hand
Spirit so cheery we freelance
No bars no cars only white stars
Can showcase our love bizarre
We cruise like cotton clouds so vast
Upon our lovely lime lily pad
by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories:
fruit, imagery, lost love, metaphor,
I kissed July's hot tangerine lips
swam in cool aquamarine eyes
basked in blond and honey rays
dreamed in mango pomegranate sunsets
of lime hillsides and marmalade roses
Years of sweet citrus passed in golden hours
One day I woke
to find translucent eyes
in burnt sienna
as trees wept leaves
in burgundy and olive
Soon the eyes
were frozen in powder
Ashen shadows blew
across barren groves
of spindled spruce
and howled
with December's lonely moon
But from my fire lit window
I hold fast to memories
of daffodils and oranges
mingled with the burn
of lemon tears
7/16/17
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
food, love,
Bowled over, kneading you, feeling sub-lime
from my head tomatoes. Hear my heart beet!
Eggcited, wonton you olive the thyme.
Donut you carrot all for me at yeast?
You’re one in a melon, sweet sugar pie,
forbidden fruit I find so appeeling.
Cherry on the cake, apple of my eye.
Has there bean love? Don’t berry the feeling.
It’s a big dill and takes two to mango.
I’d sacri-rice all because you compleat me.
You oat to love me. Peas, love miso!
Just food for thought. Chew that fat with your tea.
I have so mushroom in my heart for you.
A pizza your heart? Say yes, honey - DEW!
Dec. 28, 2017 for Viv Wigley's Food Fight Poetry Contest
by John Watt |
Categories:
poetry,
Is there a reason I love rhyme?
When critics now think it a crime:
"Rhymed poetry's not worth a dime,
It's as old-fashioned as ragtime,
Free verse poems are most sublime."
Yet I'm still rhyming all the time.
Is there a reason I love rhyme?
True rhymes are hills I love to climb!
I do enjoy free verse big-time,
but modern critics I'll not mime.
I don't endorse their paradigm,
and find it sour as a lime.
Is there a reason I love rhyme?
It's in my every cell's enzyme;
my sun, my rain, my every clime;
my mint, paprika, sage, and thyme;
my juggling act, my pantomime.
You ask, who's going to chime for rhyme?
I'm.
by Welsonn Goh |
Categories:
love, lust, universe,
Th’ night sky dyed a berryblue hue,
Beneath th olive river blackening,
Her breath rich with grape nectar,
Her hair a nebula of lime & pumpkin.
Orange peels by th curbside,
Yellow pulp by th curbside,
Old Greek sidewalk lemonade.
Rose apples sitting with th china pear,
Sweet lust littering her secret ivy thoroughfare;
Moonlight pink upon her blushing bosom,
Th Universe in trapped in her ocular dew,
Cosmic sailors lost in her white coconut ocean,
Pleas forgotten as she raptured through.
Lead her not to temptation,
For she has found it herself;
This is th Love Fruition.
by Leo Larry Amadore |
Categories:
devotion, friendship, i love you, people, places, sweet, travel,
Mi Mexico lindo:
Burnt orange and ochre --
color de cafe --
pineapple, lime, red pajaritos...
land of mananas, grace in mantillas...
balanced canastas, ojos expresivos.
Sunshine and heat, fiesta y corrida,
salt and tortilla, pride and tequila.
Frijol and machismo and chile con queso.
Adobe, caliche, sweet agua fria...
Mexico, te amo mucho, y su gente amable!
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
food,
Comfort Food: Chicken Pot Pie
Savory gravy bubbling
through slits in the top
of Mama’s flaky crust;
chunks of potatoes,
peas, and white chicken -
Comfort for
REAL!
Pizza Pie
A saucy Mama Mia
topped with mounds of cheese,
meat, and veggies of your choice.
Slices of heaven.
Who doesn’t love this?
Pizza is
bliss!
Fruit Pie
Blueberries or raspberries
heaped in to a shell.
Rhubarb; cinnamon apple,
lemon or key lime!
I’ll eat any time
such sweetened
tarts!
For the Plenitude of Pies Poetry Contest of Sheri Fresonke Harper
by Olufemi Oloye |
Categories:
betrayal, crazy, deep, emotions, friendship, funny love, mystery,
IT'S UNDERSTANDABLE WHY SOME OF US RUSH FRUITS LIKE APPLE, RIPE PAWPAW, MANGO, ORANGE AND MANY MORE.
WHAT I DON'T GET IS WHY FEW OF US STILL CAN'T DETATCH OURSELVES FROM FRUITS LIKE LIME AND LEMON
DESPITE HOW STRICTLY SOUR THEY TASTE.
SAME APPLIES TO THE CHOICE OF FRIENDS WE KEEP.
EVEN WHEN FEW OF THEM MAKE US CRY IN THE CLOSET
WE STILL CANT LET GO OF THEM.
MYSTERY OF LIFE.
(FM CONCEPTUAL)
by John Loving Iii |
Categories:
introspection,
sharing can be wonderful
and sharing can be kind
whether it's sharing something
or whether it's sharing time
we could share a soda
with some lemon and some lime
and we could share our secrets
you tell yours and i'll tell mine
we could share our toys
and we each will have a turn
we could share our stories
and about each other learn
we can share our sorrow
and we can share our joys
we can share our sentiments
with a gentle encouraging voice
we can share oppinions
and we each can have our own
we could share a life time
share a bedroom and a phone
sharing can be special
when it's with the one you love
but sharing is a virtue
when it with someone you don't know
by Marycile Beer |
Categories:
funny, imagination, life,
I am in deep despair
I fear my name he will smear
I don’t know who he is
But I hope he uses a little sense.
I understand My Cowboys
Heard about OUR LOVE STORY
And this one guy
Says he’ll tell ALL
I don’t know what he can tell
Billy wasn’t a gossip
And neither am I
So whatever you do hear
Will surely be lies
I didn’t know how to title this poem
Head Hung is used and also Boo Hoo
And I didn’t know what to do
So I though I should at least warn you.
Please, Please I beg of you
Take it all with a grain of salt
And if you should choose
A little bit of lime is good too.
So I hear
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
happiness,
Diet Coke, icy cold, has fame.
Spiked with cherry or lime, it’s tame,
I buy the brand Shasta
because my drink hasta
use Splenda, not bad aspartame.
Written 10/23/12 by Andrea Dietrich
(I know there is nothing healthful about
a Coke, but I just love carbonation!)
For Francine Roberts'
Pick a Beverage, any Beverage Poetry Contest
by Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther |
Categories:
city, dream, night, summer,
The city in the summer nights,
Beats a steady drum rhythm. Slow
Living does RHYME with time.
Strange be a drastic decision
Proceeding without permission.
Bad luck? Nothing but superstition.
Lying leads to reprimanding in. The
Lime light to pretending.
Love letters lead to a romance rekindled
And some slow dance of remembrance
As a symphony orchestra played late
Into the AFTER THOUGHTS of midnight' s
Afternoon.
Worthy of a perfect dream to much to
Conceive, which gives birth to unbelief
And the RETURN TO REALITY.
The city in the summer nights.
Beats a steady drum rhythm. Slow.
by Rosemarie Rowley |
Categories:
appreciation, blessing,
GOODNESS AS A VIBRATION
I love only what is good, and this aesthetic
Delights the blind man, for he can feel
Shimmer like a moth at his elbow, my pathetic
Sighs of creation in making what’s real,
And he can distinguish the dark shrouds
Of faces where wicked deeds were splendour,
He can detect the feast of envy, and loud
Avenues of fame, their soul’s provender.
A child glistens with beauty like a rain-
Drop, dancing with the feet of time,
Innocence is bliss only when his pain
Of not seeing is absent, for he hurts like lime
Thrown in the faces of perceived sinners -
Who say horses backed on principle are not winners.
by Sean Rackley |
Categories:
food, metaphor,
I love the way it looks,
Glistening and steaming on the stove
The way it smells,
Giving color to aroma
To taste it?
Oh! Gift from above!
Chocolate, cherry, apple, lime
Love 'em all—if only time
If I see a slice,
I'll want to smell it
When I get the scent,
I'll most assuredly want a bite
And if I taste,
I'll spoil my supper
It would be best for me to keep my nose in a book
And never ever enter the kitchen for a look
by Warner Baxter |
Categories:
food,
Why oh why do I love pie?
The ABC's of it, and
The XYZ's of it
The PIE of it
A apple pie
B Boston cream pie
C custard pie
D Dutch apple pie
E equation pie 3.14
F fruit pie
G Grandma's Gooseberry pie
H humble pie
I ice cream pie
J jell o pudding pie
K kidney pie
L lemon meringue pie
M mincemeat pie
N nutty pecan pie
O Oreo cookie crust pie
P pud'nin pie
Q quick set frozen cream pie
R rhubarb pie
S sweet tater pie
T tuxedo pie
U upside down pineapple pie
V velvet truffle pie
W whip cream pie
X PIE IN THE FACE
Y yummy yam pie
Z zesty lemon/lime pie
now you know why oh why I love pie
The ABC's of it
The LMNOP's of it
and the XYZ's of it
by Sophie Duqueny |
Categories:
art, confidence, fruit, growth, identity, strength, woman,
I am made of mango, peaches and lime.
Mango for the motherland I come so sweetly from
Peach for my compassion and endless supply of love
Lime because I am sour with a twist-
I’ll kiss my knuckles before throwing my fist.
by Earle Brown |
Categories:
love
She lies breathless on the kitchen table,
as I prepare to perform my passion.
first, I marinated her breasts
in a fusion of lime juice and coconut oil,
then massage them gently with tamarind cream.
Her soft flesh felt like silly putty in my hands.
She was on heat in a minute or so.
One half hour works,
now she is stir up and moist
Her thighs were beautifully browned.
I varnished them with a feather dipped in honey.
I taste her,
She melts inside my mouth.
I dampened the flame.
The wine is on ice,
the table is spread.
I can’t wait for her to come!
Twas the first time
I’ve cooked for my love.
by Nakym Sheffield |
Categories:
cute love, for her, love,
My
Japanese Butterfly
Sole proprietor of my eye
Sole proprietor of my sky
Canary, strawberry
Colors extraordinary
She lives in an orangery
In a hole under an orange tree
Her kisses are of lemon-lime
Citrus, overwhelmingly delicious
Captivating submissive I’ve made
A solicitous conscious decision
To explore, desire, love-n-adore
Till I die
My Japanese Butterfly
Sincerely,
Your Puffy-eyed Chinese Dragonfly
by Julie Heckman |
Categories:
work,
Up from deep sheaths of time
Working hands uphold the light
Picking through the fruits of lime
Finish in the cool dark night
Now with no alarming fight.
Sunrise works me in the cold
In fields of green trees bawling
I Flutter though these planted folds
Feeling daylight calling
To death dear fruits are falling.
In the morning mist I work
Almost till I break my back
Shale of earth and much mirth
To enrich the soil my only act
Now we all will know no lack.
Moon beguiles and evening falls
Yawning with the days demand
Supper and my love does call
Fortune now in my hands
Favoring my wills command.
8/18/2015
by Jimmi Canada |
Categories:
first love, horse, lust, moon, pain, perspective, sorrow, wisdom,
Into your eye’s,
in your gap between the tides-
desire to buy,
to purchase awry,
what was never before mine,
a cat on the ride,
a fence surrounding my size,
the sound of the pine’s
peddling my mind into grind-
the end of the day find,
which was never before mine,
because my mind
would not intertwine on time-
cache 22 rhyme’s,
comin’ back from both sides',
angle your beast,
hope ya never have to try,
ridin’ it wide-
changing your shy-
aid with the lime-
water with ice...
by Iris E. Sankey- Lewis |
Categories:
encouraging,
Derive pleasure from chiseled moves
Reckon the Creator grants fuel
Focus on otherworldly jewel
Live as wise Griot, calm as doves.
Wake up to life's amenities
Portion of good is as good as dew
Always hum a tune to stay amused
Do not entertain poverty.
Make love work for humanity
Respect the meaning of devotion
Observe beyond physical vision
Don't stray away from loyalty.
Unlike lime, honey heals brokenness
Find positive ways to think and be
Master the art of neatness with glee
Commence each day knowing you're blessed.
*
by Angeline Haikutwinkle |
Categories:
heart, love, passion,
My love
a taste of sweet choco
with slightly bitter coffee
then we bathe together in citrus lime
cleansing our souls from lust
until the last drop that remains
is our unconditional love
sprinkled with a spice of passion
to keep us going strong
for whatever comes
we will embrace deeply in faith
nudging soft pink thoughts
into each other's dreams
I sweetly greet you
My love
by Andrew Fairchild |
Categories:
depression, loneliness, longing, loss, love, sad, solitude,
I am a broken man without a home*,
My teeth don't feel right... and I sometimes shake.
There is a difference, now that you are gone.
Of all these, only pain keeps me awake:
Sunsets, cold breezes, heat, and pain, and time...
Of all of these, just pain keeps me awake!
I have a scurvy mood, and there's no lime...
And I am dumb and blind and full of ache.
...And yet, I dream, and Live and Love to Sing!
I go outside, am struck! I can't stay numb!
I pray like Joy's my only steadfast thing!
I bleed, and hurt, stumble... my Voice goes dumb...
But none of these can equal your sweet Smile!
And so, I'll stop, and SEE it, for a while!
*NOTE: For Honesty's sake: I am not homeless, AF
by Angeline Haikutwinkle |
Categories:
heart, love, passion,
I would.... imagine you
laying your head in my arms
feel my fingers going through your hair
trace my feelings on your wisdom lines
painting love on your eyebrows
your forehead, cheeks, then your lips
leaning mine to join with yours
lingering on with a smile on your kind eyes
embers glowing with passionate force
I would.... imagine you
bathing together in lime water
smelling good in citrus ecstasy
we shower each other with growing respect
unconditionally washing away your past sins
trickling down to redemption
excitement holding on to hopeful dreams
entering blissful intertwining fingers
we sigh together reaching towards a vision
held close to our hearts and souls
by David Smalling |
Categories:
love,
I desired water
To replace the thirst of sand
And found a lake
A drink forever
Where man shall not thirst again
Nor bee, nor flower
Her wine a rare treat
Of lips, breasts, and tongue distilled
Fountain of desire
When books fell apart
The wind howled the barren heart
Shuddering breasts stay
More then memory
Of entwined hands, and long lane
Of shadows laughing
A new born child cries
Loudly to belong. Time webs
Truth in silky hands.
Love measure me out
In spoonful of pain, I know
Endless worth to tell
My love endless waits
By lime tree and fragrant gate
Kissing moon goodbye.