#olive poems on Hello Poetry

Sobriquet Sep 2016

Once when we were kids
Mum had fun throwing a dinner party.

I could tell because
there were stains on the tablecloth
but no one was crying,
and the food upgraded from sausage rolls to Sushi and Olives.

I want one-
-You can't, Mum  said they're for adults-
I want a Olives-
     said the back of my 4 year old sister as she went to try the
New Thing.

The Olive was carefully chosen and examined with 4 years of culinary expertise,
swirled around a gummy mouth and
promptly returned to its post.

It was yuck -
she informed me and her breathless twin from the safety of the veranda
after weaving her way through the adult legs strewn around the Good Lounge without even so much as a
'woe betide you child if you're in here again.'

So we sat and thought about parties and Good Lounges and woe betides
drinking juice,
and watched our Uncle fill his plate with sushi and olives,
singing tonelessly to ABBA
before spilling his beer on the floor .

#family #party #sisters #olive #notreallyapoem

Kathleen M Jul 2016

Garbage Guthrie

Guthrie is a man made of garbage
His dreams they rot and leak
He has banana peel hair
Hes got old martini olive eyes
But did you see him before the light died
Years ago
Way back to a time when charm and wit flowed freely from his mouth
His tongue a silver spoon
His dealing hand like a golden talon
Tryna ***** the light out
His feet the vehicle taking him to paradise
He says "you only live once, better live the burning life."

#life #eyes #time #burning #years #rot #golden #garbage #olive #talon

Nelize Jun 2016

The Olive Tree

when they see this steadfast tree
rising up with strength and spree
trees that see this then realize
but choose to hush and wave their lies
with moving arms and gossip leaves
they choose to blind themselves with ease
but I, this steadfast tree, can not defy
the Blessing descending from the Sky
to honor loneliness and pain
and reward the life I gain
through perseverance and visions
purpose driven through regions.

The Olive tree is a remarkable symbol within the Bible. I made a painting and was inspired to write about it as well. How our lives and the perseverance we have will reward us and honor God one day!

#life #tree #christian #purpose #loneliness #biblical #gossip #olive #visions #reward

Leal Knowone Apr 2016

Well Oiled Decay

Well oiled lamp shades
Whispering lust degrades
Frog legs & undesirables
Tree tops & mountain springs

I will get to enter you now
Finger tips brush olive skin
Wetting dry lips w/ moist tongues
Loom weaved young silk sin

Carried away to a foreign place
Warmth & comfort known for style
Never a urge to alter this space
This blissful plain of existence

Well oiled I slip
I should have seen this
Crumbling beneath me
Pushed away lost grip

I will travel trough you soon
Blissful moon breaking into
I will travel through you soon
Was this always I wanted to do?

Slimy fingers grasping at altered existence
Persistence warmth longing stars from eyes
knuckles cracking down to get what they need
No resistance, it is done, what was replaced by lies?

Warm sweet clammy skin
Was it really just a dream?
Did I flashblack from times mind
Screaming love, lust sins

#lust #skin #decay #well #olive #whispering #oiled #degrades #undesirables #wetting

Jellyfish Sep 2015

Mysterious (9w)

Why am I still thinking about this, mysterious boy?

#happy #boy #garden #lovely #neverforget #mysterious #olive #9w #flirtatious

Elisa Maria Argiro Aug 2015

Pasta

Coming into the kitchen,
slightly beyond hungry,
tremendous, happy
excitement fills me.

There is still something
left in the house to eat.
Pasta.

Opening the fridge, the little
green army of boxes
smiles back at me.
"We're still here! And so are
the sea salt, and the olive oil,
and the peanut butter!"

Never had peanut butter pasta?
You're missing something!

(A sense of humour keeps me from taking my work, and my life, too seriously:)
©Elisa Maria Argiro

#salt #oil #peanut #butter #olive #pasta

Àŧùl Jul 2015

My Staple Food

I've had my breakfast,
Still I'm so much hungry,
Only 'cause of her, I guess!

I've not talked to her,
She's the only hunger I've,
Both in my days & my nights.

I've liked her flavour,
Flavoured it is like olives,
Her voice is my final dessert.

A morning poem for my enamorata.

My HP Poem #892
©Atul Kaushal

#love #poem #food #olive #staple #flavour #dessert

Luis Mdáhuar Jun 2015

Hand

She resembles a make believe song
As if my sorrow for the staircases
Of the ocean
Blue because the nymph stretches
Around the ring of perfection
When the world was as dull as a sink
When the sky looked like a pillow
Trembling behind the doors of ***
As if the leggs weren't enough
To ask for a second meal
Then
The hand cuts the melancholy pear
Swift and shinning pear
Before the branch broke in half

#blow #brand #mist #olive #**** #chirp #mold

K Balachandran Mar 2015

One more wingless love

An olive branch, hurriedly raised,
sparsely leaved, sans any grace
sadly a belated thought she had,
a wingless bird's attempt to soar,
a withered symbol of an inept pair's
egomaniacal overdrive, a betrayal
in the name of a love lost it's soul
prickly floats down, as he watches
it swirls and turns on the turgid flow
a storm water drain keeps no memories.

Along with it a love, utterly vapid
too goes down, breathing it's last.

#break-up #olive #egomaniac #inept-lovers

Mohammad Skati Jan 2015

Any olive tree

All olive trees are pretty ,great,and Wonderful anywhere and everywhere ... We get green or black olives from that That blessed tree anytime ... That long-lived tree symbolizes peace And love ... Deep-rooted olive-tree describes itself By itself to us ... Any olive-tree holds tightly in the ground Just to be only ....

#tree #*** #is #an #great #olive