Pomegranate Poems

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

The Seeds Of Love

The Seeds Of Love short poem

The pomegranate burst apart in a shower of purple-red spray and blunt red teeth disproving the chic appeal of white upholstery we cleaned the crime scene long hours on our knees soaking cloths with tart white vinegar and dabbing away

Poems containing references to : Pomegranate

You Are Malala

You Are Malala ode

Seek knowledge from the cradle to the grave -Prophet Mohammed Last night I dreamed the snow-capped hills of Swat… I saw the green spread valleys And the lucid swat river I stood for a while in front of the gate

85 Improvisations On One Smile

85 Improvisations On One Smile prose poem

(1) A smile is a butterfly just taking a break on a soldier’s helmet. (2) A smile is an ember emerging out from snow. (3) A smile is a children’s clothesline hung between two ears. (4) A smile is an

On Poetry

On Poetry prose poem

(1) Poetry is holding eternity by its front curl, each time it passes through a transitory flicker. It is seeing all winters in just a refraction of a water drop. It is your face blushing whenever a firefly flames its

First And Last Woman

First And Last Woman prose poem

She is the first and last woman; Her hair is one thousand color waterfalls, nature briefed in her two almond eyes, her eyebrows two gardens riding on astonishment whispers, her cheeks two apples rolling down from Paradise always fleeing away

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Love Sonnet 201

Love Sonnet 201 sonnet poems

The lines she wrote still linger in my mind, So full of care, caress and sweet regard, That when I sleep, in dreams, I still would find, Those very rhymes from such a lovely bard; The words though parted by

Gray And Blue

Gray And Blue short poem

Since she walked away I haven’t known what to do, With all of my colors that have turned gray I’ve been left to only feel this color of blue, As there’s not a shade in this world that could ever

Surrender My Life To God

Surrender My Life To God short poem

Every day when I wake up And I see the SUN, Walking down the street, I see kids having fun. I admire GOD’S perfect creations Like the BEAUTIFUL flowers that grow, Trees that grow very high,. And even the EVER

Seine Of Benevolence

Seine Of Benevolence short poem

Like a beautiful woman standing tall, wrapped with a shawl amidst the mist; there exists a seine between what is & what can’t be! And though it’s made up of mere words; it keeps one safe from rash assertion! Like

Midnight Still

Midnight Still short poem

Under the whisper of lunar night, draws this captive heart to your light. Of you, one day to have and to hold, May my love be blessed, as bold As I walk amid meadows frosted glaze, grasses faint breath moistens

Valentine

Valentine short poem

Your body in mud pack, in line of fire suddenly finds a lover. I was watching with concern. Cup of soul, lined with abrasive desires was empty. Do not go raging in the sea, to collect the salt. The pink

Mom’s The Word

Moms The Word long poem

Mom’s the word…A BIRTHDAY TRIBUTE She was the eighth child out of the ten born to the high-profile session judge couple; She spent her childhood amidst her siblings in a traditional orthodox environment with an aristocrat touch in her lifestyle.

Time To Say Goodbye

Time To Say Goodbye short poem

I cried a dozen times When it was time to say goodbye I felt like smoke But you were my fire I knew you couldn’t come back But I still wished so I knew you couldn’t hear me But I

Sad Eyes

Sad Eyes short poem

His skin is the color of dark chocolate, his complexion is flawless, his eyes are caramel; they are big and beautiful, but they have a hint of sadness in it. He looks lost. His eyes seem to wonder a lot,

Beauty

Beauty short poem

Lost in the world of fragrance I open my eyes and here i found myself in the garden Oh that’s the beauty of flowers in the garden. Lost in the world of happiness I open my eyes and here i

About Her

About Her short poem

Tell me about her. – Her gaze was empty. She was here, yet she wasn’t. Everyone around her in tune with reality, While she was somewhere in the distance. No one could ever reach her. She shut them all out.

But I Know You, My Father You Love Me Infinite.

But I Know You, My Father You Love Me Infinite. short poem

I am a creation of yours, taken after you with the same traits and a unique hue, do not have demand, do not have desire but only a need, your little time and attention, indeed. Acknowledged with the labour you

Creative Shame

Creative Shame short poem

Neglecting the presence of choiceless pain, I became singular and I said I would not allow life to slip through my fingers. Looking inside, beneath the rags of awakening, makes you rebel against the decadent forgiveness. Belief in dying was

Tightrope Walker

Tightrope Walker prose poem

A tight-rope Walker incredibly skilled, Highest ropes he’d walked the world over, Even Niagara Falls, fearlessly he’d crossed over. In New York he once announced, Walk on rope I will across two high scrapers. On the street, a crowd huge

You Are…

You Are... short poem

In the turbid brooding skies, And restive trees beneath, In the innards of my eyes, And in those shadows fleet, you are. In the scented mountain breeze, And the trembling blades of grass, Where the mist clad mountains coalesce, And

The Word

The Word short poem

God created the world, And gave it a word, “Love” was the word, For man,beast and bird. Nature did its duty, Bringing scent,colour,beauty, Rain,sunshine and tree, Water and air,all free. Mountain peaks,oceans deep, Make hearts happily leap, Art,poetry,music,song, Take the

Dear Jesus

Dear Jesus long poem

I have grown I have fell I have awoken in what seems to be my vision of hell I ask myself why Why can’t I just reach the truth that We as humanity have been urging to obtain for centuries

Intolerance

Intolerance short poem

To the days that found acceptance readily, With hair all curled and ribboned up, And face all To the up, By smacks of baby powder, Now cherubic cheeks all but missing, A big black polka dot. To the days now

Wind

Wind short poem

“I am The Wind!” My whispering Breeze echoes, ” I am here” Whooshing, whistling, lustily gusting Mysteriously surrounding the atmosphere I am a definite presence felt, but not seen Whipping and making restless nature’s green Often my capricious air soothes,

Dwelling Love

Dwelling Love long poem

Remember when the days were good And we were together, Two fools, such tender, We used to walk, With similar gaits. And I used to talk, Stealthily looking at your face. Those vibes from your touch; Hues of love and

What’s The Point.

Whats The Point. prose poem

Why do we exist? What’s the point really? Are we here to have fun? Are we here to accomplish something? Are we here to hurt? We are dropped off on one end of a conveyor belt then chug along as

What He Is?

What He Is? short poem

For me he was not the first, But all I want from the beginning, That he be my first, My feelings are pure for him, But may I not remain pure for him, He is what I need and I

Atop A Highland Hill

Atop A Highland Hill elegy

Atop a windswept highland hill above Locheil land Clansmen gathered roun and shook the prince’s haun They raised the standard high cheered till they were hoarse Followed the flying heron across the highland gorse. A,wa tae London toon wi hopes

Dark Passages

Dark Passages long poem

Switch blade cross bones Skulls branded in a dark forbidden mast Asylums howl of the mentally insane Grafted in my brain once again Demonic emblems viscous fighting soldiers Once again off again romance with tarot cards Alone petrified evil cavity

Mourning Assembly

Mourning Assembly sonnet poems

Standing at the head of the spacious hall, Miss Smith addressed the whole assembled school; Fixing the crowd with a firm, fluid eye, Silent tears rolled as she began to cry: “Our young Mark Newell, from Year Eleven, Has now,

She

She short poem

She was killed even before she was born, She was raped and they said her clothes aren’t so long, She ached for months as long as nine, There’s a scar on her face but she says it’s all fine, At

For The First Time

For The First Time short poem

Walking down the lane, on a lifeless night, I saw a light coming from behind, Was it the moon? I asked myself NO It was you, the angel who helped me when I was doomed. The sky was calm and

Emancipated Mania

Emancipated Mania short poem

In a manic trance May seem insane at first glance But in truth I broke the bonds I am no longer society’s pawn My purpose here is clear Emancipation from the fear Sever these shackles that bind The ones transgression

The Valueless Treasure

The Valueless Treasure short poem

I am running behind the golden treasure, Not realizing what is actual pleasure. I am a person with greed in my soul, Not seeing the monster inside this gold. I am not the man who cares for the other, Not

A Gleaming Scar

A Gleaming Scar short poem

What? The moon’s beautiful? Yes, ’tis so beautiful and how fakely indeed, oh, so foolish are the minstrel , to weave wreathes for thee. Thou misshapen tenebrous orb; What are thou so conceited about? Thy brilliance is not thine own,

Season’s Change

Season’s Change short poem

When the debate between temple versus state was heating up, death was passing through a green field. A nervous embrace of solatium was unstable. A heap of flip-flops could not hold steady, little poems fluttering in the heart. Was it

My Sweetheart Children

My Sweetheart Children short poem

My sweet children I can’t give you what you wish but I can give you what actually you need for your better tomorrow I can give you immense love and affection that will provide strong wings for your dreams to

With Licorice

With Licorice short poem

Throw yourself on a time bomb howling, breaking the words, twisting the letters, reciting a prayer after the rise of a monomania in the face of mankind. I am becoming poorer everyday by grace of filth all around. Cannot hear

I am my man’s forever

I am my mans forever short poem

He is the darling of my life, The sweetest, yet sometimes the sourest I still have the vibe of love in me The one which I had first The day I met you… I saw a brother in you My

Vibrations

Vibrations short poem

The battlelines were drawn. While drinking the sun I set myself ablaze A hooded dilemma of his kindness starts boiling in chaotic dissonance. A backlash stops a self-search. Who am I and why do I belong in the spinning of