Berries Poems

Berries poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of berries poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on berries are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Storming Out During Blackberry Season

Storming Out During Blackberry Season long poem

somewhere out on the island after a bitter flight one of those roads where they let the timber stand stuck to the blind undulations in the landscape peaks and troughs more or less permanent just an empty place for wildlife

Poems containing references to : Berries

Lunch Time

Lunch Time short poem

How fun is it? sitting together and to eat watching south Indians eating curd rice north Indians bringing potato with extra spice so many different cultures so bright fulfilling their born appetite some eat vegetarian while some are non vegetarian

Green Vigil

Green Vigil short poem

In the heavenly abode of dense tropics , lies mighty Ashoka, medicinal Neem and ancient Banyan recounting tales of bygone era , mingling with smiling primrose , naughty berries , listening to roaring lion , chatting cuckoo, all living together

Dilemma

Dilemma short poem

There was the hunger and suicide. In favor of my brutal truth or virtue of my failure, I do not want any comments on my trauma. Morality has a dubious equation with power, provoking my anger. The days were full

Death on grass

Death on grass short poem

Sometime, somewhere I will break into many moons – an oblique answer to a terrestrial question of a pale river. The heat is on, because of the fatal mistakes. Violence has pregnancy. Walls stand alone without a roof hauling the

A Certain Age

A Certain Age short poem

If I forget spring, bruise my face with grass to meld with soil in prescience of later ritual. If I forget summer, drip on my tongue the blood of fresh berries, and the insolent taste of mint. If I forget

A Certain Age

A Certain Age short poem

If I forget spring, bruise my face with grass to meld with soil in prescience of later ritual. If I forget summer, drip on my tongue the blood of fresh berries, and the insolent taste of mint. If I forget

Autumn

Autumn prose poem

This autumn is copper, just like my voice which had escaped and hided in a dome on the banks of a sacred river. I am the one who dried it up on the braids of an African girl tanned by

Holding On

Holding On short poem

Bounty of landfall. I am collecting your berries. The castle has connived with the moat to end an era. The first step ends the journey. An avatar has accepted the bribe. Gather the tents and return the sky. My morale

Mania

Mania short poem

Keep the paper blank, do not write anything new. Words were abducted earlier also Let the truth speak from the folds of dying clocks. Fauns were searching the human abodes for fake currency of truth. There was no method in

Pledging Support

Pledging Support short poem

You throw the berries in the river to stun the fish. A mannequin wants to go nude. The tormentor holes up in a bunker. You undertake a fast to clean the dirty plumes of a swan who will not take

Love Formulas

Love Formulas prose poem

(1). At that morning, I wrote on the blackboard with white chalk: when negative collides with positive, it becomes cloudy; When two negatives meet, it clears up; When two positives meet, it lightens until they fight on top of a

September

September prose poem

* September is a city of copper; It is the shape of ashes in the tale of the fire-bird. September is a waiting-hall between the bareness of ends and the beginnings of fig berries. So, my beloved substitutes her hair,

A Chat With Nature

A Chat With Nature short poem

I placed my feet upon the sands of time I took the walk through the rainbows beneath the sunshine I layed siege in the garden of roses with a strong vine I painted a future with the sweet berries from

Silenced

Silenced long poem

In the cobbled sunlight Cast by the filtered leaves She gazed fondly at him, Love apparent in her gaze He played with bushes, the grass Her watchful eye took in, ready For a loving pat, a reminding tap, To guide,

Parallel Realities

Parallel Realities long poem

Gripped in the smell of sweat, cat food, and ruin, handing out sandwiches under an overpass each hand-off like a shark strike, the homeless shuffle a variegated line discharging a sullen murmur, attention flitting everywhere, avoiding contact dull eyes, wide

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Nothing Is Impossible

Nothing Is Impossible short poem

Warming the heart Of someone so cold By kissing deadly lips Letting the truth unfold Lifting the soul Of someone who’s down By loving their personality And always being around Changing the ways Of someone unchangeable By letting them stay

No… My Lord…

No... My Lord... short poem

Yes My Lord I am a culprit I made a petty stealing But no one would ever believe I was a “loved” Professor My family loved me very much I was welcomed wherever I went But how on Earth I

Womens Day

Womens Day short poem

Life starts through her A blessing she confer A pain hard to infer a sweet ending to refer She stands strong When things go wrong With a smile and a song Filled with hope and faith along She’s is hard

My Father

My Father long poem

My Father I see her in front of me, but not for long, she Leaves without a Word or goodbye, Disappears into her own brutal Darkness, NEVER seeming to plan to return, a deluded life I lived now shattered IN

Summer

Summer prose poem

With sticks and stones, to pass our time, we roamed the countryside. Like our mouths, the earth was dry. The sun poured down on our joy ride. Summer holidays always bruised my ankles and my knees. Once it gave me

My Darling Child

My Darling Child short poem

Were you not born Had you not looked at me I would be a “No” person Your little fingers Your smooth hand Your rolling eyes Your funny smile Take me to Heaven And lo…my dear Darling little child You are

Mrs. Brain

Mrs. Brain short poem

When I say “yes”, he’ll say “no”, When I say “stop”, he’ll say “go”. Since we got hitched, the battle began, And will last as long as our lifespan. The sufferer is the home in which we dwell, As it

The Socialite

The Socialite short poem

She gets out of bed gazes into vacant space. It’s time to wake up and put the mask on her face. Time to mingle with her so called friends. Who are as fake and cold as her. Pursuing their own

Made Of Black

Made Of Black prose poem

We are called a “shadow”, they say we should never have existed at first.So they treat us like mere entities that exist only in their dreams, We are called ,’ugly’ because we are black ,because we are different , Our

My Space

My Space short poem

From a subdued, quiet daughter, To an unruly boisterous teenager, Accepting the transformation with a straight face, Whilst, trying hard to find my space. The hectic turbulent college days, The intermingled greed for love and appraise, Wanting to be a

The Next Wall

The Next Wall short poem

the whispering voices laid down the arms on the skull of the leader, father of pain, then asked the guns to fire a last volley towards home targeting the prudence of fingernails who crossed the gap seventy thousand years ago,

The Hard-earned Happiness

The Hard earned Happiness short poem

The harmonious companionship is of no easy access Especially after many betrayals I’ve experienced as a witness From the uneasy feeling my tough disguises derive By whom the romantic elements are stolen from my life? Nobody can discard all world

Orb Of Night

Orb Of Night prose poem

The Orb of night shines its light of love only on you- I cannot love another- Fate has decided that this is the truth- My heart is determined to love you only- My soul is connected to you alone- To

I’d Love To Make Love To You

I’d Love To Make Love To You long poem

We’ve been seeing a lot of each other these past few seasons and my attraction for you goes beyond believing I think it’s time to take the top off the cookie jar if you know what I mean and I

Let’s Fly With Your Inner Wings

Lets Fly With Your Inner Wings long poem

Open the curtains of your eternal eyes, Ties your waist and ready for the journey of highs, It’s your time to stand up and rise, It’s your time to do or die, To become the self edify, To explore the

All That Has Been

All That Has Been short poem

Wake up look around, what do you see A door to a world that you have a key See the wonders of nature, wildlife and the land Through the tide, oceans and the serene sand Marvel at the birds, animals

Sentenced to Four Years for Aggravated Assault

Sentenced to Four Years for Aggravated Assault long poem

Plain steps Grey concrete smooth polished to look Like marble But they are not; nothing in this courtroom is real I came here a Free Man Under licence and bonded high, but free all the same I chose to face

To Me You Belong

To Me You Belong short poem

My love you can wear me like your dress I want to be in your arms whole night to sleep This is how we can express our real success This one leap will take us deep just to reap Our

Lure Of Music

Lure Of Music short poem

Music and love Has a different lull. Music is nice When there is no vice. There is music everywhere You just need to get up and gear Don’t let the music stop Just stand and hop. It must be understood

Feelings

Feelings short poem

Like a wisp of smoke A dream returns to me. The memory, though fading, Brings a feeling of warmth. Two little girls, Playing in the sun. One with red hair, The other with sparkling eyes. I’ve traveled the world, It’s

One Time Above A Little Shop

One Time Above A Little Shop short poem

One time above a little shop, An old greengrocer climbed on top, Despite himself he could not stop, The world had changed forever. The fruit of that old grocers loins, Became obsessed with notes and coins, She knew the club

Anchored Briefly

Anchored Briefly short poem

While melting-down he was going to cheat the death. So be it, bribing the inevitable. In search of me, you and self, life was coming to an end. Standing on sharp edge he wanted to go back to beginning of

Fate

Fate short poem

A young girl stood tall But was ready to fall A young boy stood strong But had been for too long Little did they know A plan was made long ago They were to be an earthquake They were to

The Pre-natal Connections

The Pre natal Connections short poem

Occupied prior to my existence, did not know my state of trance, inside the mother’s womb, the seedling was like a pulp, in just nine months it grew in shape, to be delivered to the world outside, floating inside the