Poems about bananas


№ 1165514


She was like a banana.
The best part of her was on the inside.
The amount of insulin I'd need trying to devour her whole.
God knows how much I love the thought of that.
The effect she'd have on me.
Each time I'd see her I'd unravel her piece by piece until all of her shown like never before.
The only problem was I was allergic to bananas.
Although her smell was intoxicating.
One taste of her and my throat would instantly swell.
Though I wouldn't prefer anything artificial.
I wanted the real thing.
When I revealed all of this to her she just laughed.
She laughed her ass off as a matter of fact.
Rocking back and forth.
Her little brown shoes clicking together.
Her yellow skin now a bit red.
Her freckles now in full view.
When I asked why she laughed she said its quite alright.
Most people I've met speak so highly of themselves.
Your the first person to admit you correctly know how to open a banana.


Author: Kewayne Wadley
Date: 26/02/2020

№ 1002442

Bright Lights & Yellow Bananas

Do you remember that Wednesday afternoon three years ago
When we made a fruit tree by stringing together store bought bananas on Christmas lights
And tossed up our sunny masterpiece on sycamore branches
Sick of more dead winter
Sick of unsproutable seedlings
Sick of Patience, the Godliest of virtues?

Tap! Tap! Tap!
I'm sitting a few feet away from the leaky faucet.
Perhaps the faucet is clued in on the old adage that persistence pays off
So it presses on, presses on, presses on...
Marching to the beat of it's own drum
But this drumming sounds too much like hollow dripping,
Like how I imagine the IV's medicinal potion entering into your veins to sound.

Tap! Tap! Tap!
Your mother's fidgeting fingers are dancing nervously on a People's Magazine
She's thumbing through pages but her face is fixated on the clock
Mentally counting down the minutes until your surgery is done
Mentally noting the ironies of a Waiting Room trying too hard to pass off as a careless bubble of distraction.
After all the room reeks of hospital cleaner laced with some derivative of a citrus scent,
And the television is left talking to itself like some incoherent patient diagnosed with insanity
And it reminds of her of an article she perused so long ago
Which read something along the lines of “if you hang out with crazy long enough, you'll become crazy yourself”
And for a brief moment, she was comforted

Tap! Tap! Tap!
The doctor politely knocks before entering,
Everyone raises up to surround him,
But I stay physically stay affixed to my seat
And mentally float back to that faraway memory
Where we sprung into action
Combating the cold
With the only acceptable weapons of choice:
Bright lights and Yellow bananas.

amp,  bananas,  bright,  lights,  yellow.

Author: Sand
Date: 01/10/2019

№ 969903


Bananas (n).

The things with a curve,
A little thick and firm and squishy;
Durable outer cover for protection


Author: Cecelia Francis
Date: 02/09/2019

№ 950631

Why are Bananas

Bent? o. O


Author: Hers
Date: 15/08/2019

№ 938064

I love Bananas

With the attention span of a Banana
Its a wonder I survived this long
Or so my teachers at school said.

bananas,  love.

Author: nivek
Date: 04/08/2019

№ 928919

I like Bananas, that's all

In another life some say we were monkeys
I do not believe that
Because monkeys thrive, are still with us


Author: nivek
Date: 27/07/2019

№ 879874

Strawberry with Bananas and Gummy Bears

I remember,
My usual nonchalant demeanor going completely bananas in my cubicle of a room
After enlisting to deliver you ice cream.
No, not just any ice cream,
Strawberry with bananas and gummy bears.
I thought it as an awkward combination
But when I got in the car,
The sparrows were flying in two adjacent v-shaped formations.
Slightly puzzled, I pondered if maybe one day I'll meet a sparrow, or anything with enough courage to brave the skies,
Soaring, knowing in time, their wings will tire, and locating a perch is then of importance.
Because life's goal, humans and creatures alike,
Is to find a whisper of a nightingale's song,
Or, possibly, the eccentric taste of a spoonful of their favorite ice cream.

bananas,  bears,  gummy,  strawberry.

Author: Noah A Baker
Date: 12/06/2019

№ 701593


You were supposed to be my best friend
But I can't find you under your skin
[where are you hiding? ]
I've looked to where the sidewalk ends
I'm afraid to walk around the bend

You used to be the one who loved
Now you've disappeared
[invisible to be invincible]
While I'm stuck here fighting
Trying to win you back, but losing

You should have been the one to trust
That I could make it through
[past the thorns and over the bodies]
The past I should have buried
No decisions should have varied

You would have been stronger for me
But now you push me down
[silence can be deadly]
And I'm done fooling around
My feelings have unwound

You could be my one true friend
Though I guess you want it to end
[But I miss your awkward laughter]
Our bonding over obnoxious behavior
I miss you as my anchor


Author: BAM
Date: 02/01/2019