Strawberries Poems

Have you ever tasted strawberries? Yes, it tastes so delicious. Today you will get poems related to this fruit. Strawberry poems are helpful for children to learn, rhyme, educate them, and much more. We will discuss the “strawberries in the garden grow poem” to teach children about strawberries.  And after learning about the  strawberries that in the garden grow poem children can easily say that they know everything about the strawberries 

In this article, you will get 5 poems related to strawberries. You can enjoy this strawberries poem std 5 rhyming words and rhymes with your friends. Kids, have you ever seen the rhyming words? Let's see it together and learn about it.

Strawberries Poem (1968)

- By Edwin Morgan

There were never strawberries

like the ones we had

that sultry afternoon

sitting on the step

of the open french window

facing each other

your knees held in mine

the blue plates in our laps

the strawberries glistening

in the hot sunlight

we dipped them in sugar

looking at each other

not hurrying the feast

for one to come

the empty plates

laid on the stone together

with the two forks crossed

and I bent towards you

sweet in that air

in my arms

abandoned like a child

from your eager mouth

the taste of strawberries

in my memory

lean back again

let me love you

let the sun beat

on our forgetfulness

one hour of all

the heat intense

and summer lightning

on the Kilpatrick hills

let the storm wash the plate

A Happy Strawberry

Strawberry Pie

Yeah, the strawberries probably weren’t fresh enough for this.

And yeah, the crust was a little tougher than I meant it to be because I just. kept. kneading it.

Can you blame me? I needed it to be uniform. smooth.

And yeah, maybe I used too much flour in the dough. Maybe it was a little too dry and crackly for your taste and maybe mine too.

But you ate it, right?

You ate it even though it was sour and dry and tough.

You ate it even though you would have done it differently.

You ate it even though I know you don’t even like strawberries.

Or pie.

Wild Strawberry 

Strawberry Jam

Strawberry jam; it's so sweet and crisp

Pour it into the batter; give it a whisk

Now take the pan and pour it in

And let the baking begin!

You wait a while; 15 minutes or so

And take it out; remember how it was batter 15 minutes ago?

Well, now it's sweet and hot in the pan,

Thanks to the addition of some strawberry jam!

Haze Strawberry 

Berry

I once bought a box of fresh strawberries

from the market

I've hated strawberries all my life,

but not because of how they tasted,

how they smelled,

or how they looked.

To be honest, I've never really eaten

a strawberry before;

but I just knew I'd hate it.

People think that it was just because

I was a picky eater;

that I wasn't up for trying new things.

I hated strawberries because

people thought all girls were supposed

to like them -- their taste, their scent.

All sweet and innocent and pure and nice.

I hated how they expected me to be

confined in a pink, dainty box,

expected me to like or smell like

fresh fruits and honey,

all sugary and giggly.

So I bought a box of fresh strawberries,

put one in my mouth,

and the rest in the bin.

I still hate strawberries,

but for more reasons now.

Strawberries

Wild Strawberries

- by Robert Graves

Strawberries that in gardens grow

Are plump and juicy fine,

But sweeter far as wise men know

Spring from the woodland vine.

No need for a bowl or silver spoon,

Sugar or spice or cream,

Has the wild berry plucked in June

Besides the trickling stream.

One such is to melt at the tongue's root,

Confounding taste with scent,

Beats a full peck of garden fruit:

This points to my argument.

May sudden justice overtake

And snap the froward pen,

That old and palsied poets shake

Against the minds of men.

Blasphemers trusting to hold caught

In far-flung webs of ink,

The utmost ends of human thought

Till nothing's left to think.

But may the gift of heavenly peace

And glory for all time

Keep the boy Tom who tends to geese

First made the nursery rhyme

Theme of The Poems

Strawberries are something that we all eat, so the poet here has focused on making the poems easily comprehensible and understandable for the kids reading it. Not only has the stress is on understanding and relatableness of the fruit and its different items and components but it is also just as educational and informative. Kids learn about how Wild strawberries are, how the strawberry jam is made, How strawberry pie is like and so much more. The theme of the poem is educational, informative and real life relatability. 

Summary

Here we discussed a few poems on strawberries where the writer says that the strawberries that grow on the lawn and on farms are very plump i.e. fat and juicy. He finds the flavour of these strawberries to be nice, which means they are alright in taste, but not so great. But the poet says that all the smart men i.e. men who are familiar, who have a lot of knowledge, know that the strawberries that grow viciously in the woodland (forest) are sweeter. The poet further states that there is no necessity for a bowl or any silver spoon i.e. any valuable or fancy spoon to have these strawberries.