Strawberries Poems

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

Strawberries, Champagne And You

Strawberries, Champagne And You short poem

Picnic in a secluded meadow Strawberries and Champagne On our lips as them sweet Kisses follow we can’t help But to give into our passion On a blanket as soft as Summer clouds… What a perfect day for kindred Hearts

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Poems containing references to : Strawberries

Mind Travel

Mind Travel prose poem

Are you willing to travel further than the end of your seat? Then let us begin our journey into the unknown parts of your mind that words can repeat I give to you a pebble to make it real for

Sweetness

Sweetness long poem

Through the distance, this comes from Sweetness to shower on you her heart’s soaring affection growing warmer, glowing brighter and more tender to assure you, rich or poor, you are still her life across the miles she would like to

A Departing Dawn

A Departing Dawn prose poem

It is the crimson dawn. I know him since stars traveled away and never came back; his voice is silence, his walk glee of birds, his taste the sigh of earth, his fingers a chill. Every day I watch him

Guilt

Guilt short poem

Guilt is a mermaid picking strawberries at a grocery shop You think you see it there But you are the only one And you are allergic to strawberries. Guilt is an armour you tragically fall into As soon as you

Untill I Arrive

Untill I Arrive short poem

Stunning yourself, after setting ablaze, circumbulating the tied down god in center, you start a death dance for the wasted limbs. How far the self-immolation was justified for the young pond of hyacinths? And as I moved away from this

Juliet

Juliet long poem

She had big eyes Sweet soft reply like nectar Hands, feet & face Her hair would flow with a trace Loved to be loved in a world so very cold She humbly kept a diary To capture her imainery friend

Fruit Of The Vine

Fruit Of The Vine short poem

I’m not old. I’m fermented. I’m human liquor. I’m the human fruity When it’s been sitting around for a long time Decomposing Molecules changing structure Fine spirit Body and taste Of the upmost quality A premium blend Well aged My

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Passionate Love

Passionate Love short poem

Passionate Love You have passion in my flame of passionate love That will only calm your kisses and a lovely touch No hurdle in my way can come to stop me but now You have become like a rabbit 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

One Last Stain

One Last Stain sonnet poems

One last drop of sorrow just whispered to me When all this time I have been so hollow I smelled a poison,that you could never see And the clouds just blurred my way to follow Still I could not find

Goddess Of Beauty Poses Within Insider

Goddess Of Beauty Poses Within Insider short poem

I know a face,a beautiful face  Constantly explored by race  Resides within me with Grace  Beauty insider holds “HER” Space  I know “She” is insider,”She” is Chic  Neither by ornaments,nor by Gold  “She” in natural looks is an aesthetic  “Her”

Wanderer

Wanderer short poem

It was a taxidermal view thousands of fawns on the lake. Can you handle the die-off of the whole truth? I have nowhere to go. Genes are turning on, turning off. Bare hands holding the bruises. Hungry, but cannot eat

The Song Bird

The Song Bird short poem

The little songbird sits silent, Lost in the thoughts of sweet spring. The last dregs of his warmth are spent, As the final birds take wing. The old gnarled tree cried to the bird “Fly away dear feathered friend, The

Breaking Out Of My Shell

Breaking Out Of My Shell sonnet poems

There’s a place inside a heart, That no one knows someone’s keeping, Sitting at the corner enduring the hurt, That takes so long to stop sobbing. The fear to face the world, Unarmed in the battle trembling, An inanimate coward

Beyond Time

Beyond Time short poem

The love I feel for you Keeps shining within me Like a steady flame Burning bright Sustaining me and Keeping me warm On memories Of love shared…. Glowing and lighting up The dark and stormy Ways of my life… Holding

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

Within Your Glance

Within Your Glance ode

Dedicated to my niece Hiba Awar The Milky Way Shouted hurray!!! The games of life I see you play Let music dance Within your glance Dive beyond my face With a kind embrace Capture the air Move everywhere Near, far

Between Life And Rhymes

Between Life And Rhymes prose poem

Between the times, between the rhymes, the beat of life goes on, Though sometimes stumbling through the dark, before the night has gone, And yet again it can be dazzled by the rising of the dawn Like many crumbling edifices

Intense Poetry

Intense Poetry short poem

Breaking the path by random steps, you move, and thoughts make a ritual dance. In a wingless flight, a cosmic gloom envelops you. You try to stop the dark tremors, Yet you don’t feel safe in a crowd. Life has

My Moonlight

My Moonlight short poem

I didn’t use to gaze at the moon, Never I did till few weeks back, It was a clear sky, when she shined, So bright than rest of the stars, Flaws seem to be a part but, Looked so magnificent

Scavenger

Scavenger short poem

Born with nothing in this place Tattered clothes and dirty lace Searching food to suffice my hunger When can this life get so over? Stomach crumbling and dying Insufficiency keeps me on crying Looking for a one big help! This

To Be And Have Been

To Be And Have Been short poem

The beauty of growth is a mystery in itself, natural and yet a product of faith faith not in the coming but in history, just as the nineth looks to the eighth. For what came before permits the eventuality of

Tears For Her Boy

Tears For Her Boy short poem

A mother sits by a graveside, Tears rolling from her eyes She doesn’t know the reasons, The what fors or the whys. Men who wear their business suits, Who only care for oil and cash, Sent her son to faraway

Alone

Alone short poem

Never say that you’re unlucky When you have a shoulder to place your head on, Never say that you have nothing When you have one’s hand to swipe your tears, Never say that you’re alone When you see that wet

Soaring High

Soaring High short poem

Ethics takes a nap, in a blink, without qualms. * A jilted lover, like a broken moon, takes a jump from the hill. * In this twilight who am I, in this crowd of sinners? ———————————————– Ethics takes a nap,

Seek What’s Missing In Me

Seek Whats Missing In Me short poem

Positive thinking brought positive results I bounced back from my mind’s insults I’m free from the torture my mind endured How bad I truly was seems absurd Free to enjoy the future once more Can use my mind for what

Truly, Madly, Deeply

Truly, Madly, Deeply short poem

You can see me walking alone, You can see me eating alone, You can see me working alone, But you can’t see my feelings. You can hear me sing, You can see me smiling, You can feel my hands holding

Fairy Godmother

Fairy Godmother prose poem

Can you hear her voice calling out your name? Whispering in your dream to come and play the game Come to me my angel it’s time to take a ride Place your head inside the loop and we will surely

Another Passing Day

Another Passing Day short poem

When my heart breaks I weep as I’ll weep for days, With weeks that’ll go by without any sleep I’ll stay wide awake, Where I’ll wait here in the same old tiring place, With nothing besides this woman on my

Wait For The Call

Wait For The Call short poem

Don’t let you heart become a paper boat sailing Towards childhood, Towards the harbour of its never returning fragrances. Don’t float towards its crescent moons if you could, Or the enchanting crooning of its past tenses. Don’t become an interpreter

The Darkest Hour

The Darkest Hour short poem

It is the darkest hour of the night, and I am waiting for dawn. To see the pink of the sky, and the misty morn. The night looks beautiful, in it’s dark. It brings glory and repute to the morning

Devils Delight

Devils Delight long poem

As he grew up behind the hill In a small village beside the mill Dreaming the dreams he had to dream He frolicked upon the meadows so green A childhood so sweet he lived upon Flowers and fragrance and the

Dear Parents

Dear Parents short poem

When I broke off from the warmth of the belly I had nothing decent. When I entered another season I had nothing decent. But I had you. You bore me, nursed me and liberated me from pain. The pain I

My Passion

My Passion short poem

Wise folks say choose your passion in life and follow your dream Well I can proudly say, even though it took longer than expected, I did so it seems What could one be more passionate for than helping the youth,

Hung Over

Hung Over short poem

Well you swear up and down this morning I told you I love you and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you last night… Well I must have been drunk off my ass and desperate to get

Winter’s Poem

Winter’s Poem prose poem

I sit by my window every morning, Wanting, willing to write a poem. The pen in my hand yearns to touch the blank paper, Like a lover yearns to touch the beloved. The paper breathes patiently, The warm sun brushes

Conceivable

Conceivable short poem

Must one speak with gratitude? For my eyes fail to see. Must the heart keep tempo? I can hear the wind cease. I taste the morning dew But feel no solace. I feel the window close But touch my destiny.

Resilience

Resilience short poem

When you have nothing left. It is imminent that you create your own peace of mind with every direction. Take some time out and evaluate. Reevaluate. Make peace with the things which we control, and the things we cannot. In

New Four Quartets (year 2015)

New Four Quartets  (year 2015) long poem

Are angelic neurons fleshing inside a trans-Inquisition tavern? Another kind of speaking, pontificating globe? Can we feel the burning and sexing of the four seasons with the four elements, recycling earth, water, air, fire, to produce the quintessence of your