Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

Best Fruit Poems

Below are the all-time best Fruit poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of fruit poems written by PoetrySoup members

View ALL Fruit Poems

Search for Fruit poems, articles about Fruit poems, poetry blogs, or anything else Fruit poem related using the PoetrySoup search engine at the top of the page.

Definition & Discussion of Fruit Poems
Read Fruit Poems

See also: Best Famous Poems

123
| Details | Fruit Poem | |

Suck It

My mouth is watering at your sight
I can't wait for a taste, pure delight
One bite of you and my mouth quivers
Sending tingles up and down, I shiver 

Sweet and flavorful, juices drip from my chin
Leaving me happy, satisfied, and with a grin
It's been too long since I tasted that fruit
Ripe, round, and a little fuzzy, you're cute

Heaven on Earth, the perfect wet taste, slurp
Sucking her succulent juices dry, another slurp
In the height of summer up in the tree I reach
For my refreshing sweet fruit, I love you my peach

Premium Member Poem | Details | Fruit Poem | |

The Cherry Kiss

.
                                           Closer closer now
                                  Just a touch to the lips dear
                                          Cherry flavor kiss

                                          A little touch love
                                   Delightful fruit 'on tongue
                                           Cherry favorite

For the contest:
A Fruit Kiss

| Details | Fruit Poem | |

Forbidden Fruit

Forbidden fruit is sweetest, or that’s what they all say
So I thought I’d give it a try and went for some today
I didn’t know just what to choose something firm and hard or what
So I thought I’d take a sample of everything they’d got.

There was some really hard ones, some were ripe and very sweet
But I chose one in the middle and it looked good enough to eat
I caressed it very gently and waited for it to please
I nearly didn’t go through with it, I was really gonna tease.

My taste buds are not set for sweet they prefer something more savoury
But no I stuck to my guns but I want no awards for bravery
I took one that looked just right, its rich colour tempted me to bite
But have you ever bitten a persimmon, that isn’t really ripe?

It sucks the moisture out of your mouth and covers you teeth in wool
Believe me you just try it; I am not giving you any bull.
Now for those that thought the fruit, would be some other man
Maybe that’s on my ‘to do’ list, before I kick the can……….LOL

Shame on you all, for all your naughty thoughts
Especially for those of you, that can’t keep it in their shorts
To all those that do struggle, to keep the forbidden fruit at bay
Just remember the persimmon and you will never rue the day.
© ~GG~ 4/12/2012


| Details | Fruit Poem | |

Forbidden Fruit: a collab: pc-cd

The dancing flames lit up her hair
In shades of dark and light
She looked at me with longing eyes
That sparkled in the night.
                                    
I know, she said, what you desire
The fruit that longing seeks
She looked me straight into the eyes
I watched her burning cheeks.
 
I will give all and be your slave
As long as you are mine
We shall make love ‘til dawn is here
And drink the sweetest wine.
 
She threw herself into my arms
And kissed my waiting lips
I held her tight; could not resist
Her undulating hips.
 
Our passion’s fire burnt all night long
Each movement – tenderness
I wished this bliss we could prolong
Profound togetherness. 
 
When morn’s first rays peered through the pane
Lace curtains etched our skin
A tapestry of silk domain
She was my Anne Boleyn.		
 
But fantasies evaporate
When light is shed on them
Forbidden love seemed to berate
How tarnished was our gem.
 
One night we shared, but ne’er again
Could we pursue our lust
Her husband, he was my best friend
We’d violated trust.
 
-------------------------------------------------------------
Co-write: Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire ~ Oct 2014


Premium Member Poem | Details | Fruit Poem | |

How to Haiku

I tried to find a consolation
                to my frustration

saying to myself that it's not a question of whether it's right or wrong, maybe it's just different. But this constant-reiteration is like a surgical interruption of the nerve tracts of my shrinking brain; once again I make a prefrontal leucotomy to myself  just to avoid the cognizance of my reprehensible ignorance or my negligence

It's neither traditional or contemporary 
nor proper or improper
it's just the prosaic practicality
of a pro-preposterous absurdity

But who am I trying to fool using pretentious and alliterated words? 
How difficult is it to accept that I can't write a haiku?

I know it's unfair to quote out of context but when the master Issa said 
"[...] try to forget all of the rules," he was wrong
I tried it before and I could only get unrhymed footles

The king of fruit, nah!
No metaphors until I could understand what "absolute or deep metaphor" means
To be or not to be a watermelon
No personification allowed
Watermelons rhymes with fellons, nah! 
Those Watermelons...nah! No Caps 
Oops! The kigo! The season word! 
Easy: watermelons are the most popular summertime fruit!
The Kireji, my "cutting word" is typical of an IQ above 140: a knife!
My yuxtaposition: another geniality! 
The watermelons are...are you ready?
The watermelons are yuxtaposed in a "pile" 
side by side one upon the other, showing their differences
5,7,5: 17 syllables! 3 unrhymed lines without a title! I did it! With my own hands!
What a joy!

those watermelons cost ten cents more than a knife the fruit prices rise
I captured the precise moment in which "I" realized that the watermelons cost 10 cents more than a knife! Aha! An instance of apprehending the true nature of fruit prices to raise awareness and a recognition of its essence, which, in this case, is the watermelon scent. Also, as the way the economy is going, everybody can relate to it: a universal haiku! Original focus/experience/clear images/perfect! If somebody has the audacity to haikuticize ME, I can still play the card up in my sleeve:Creativity! Creativity in arts: my undeniable power of unrestricted use to determine...whatever! to transcend traditional ideas, rules, concepts, and whatever! to create new forms: an 8-lines-Nonet, an unrhymed footle, a 17 syllables-Sonnet (Rubenserian), or whatever! A Whaikutever! I think I've created a new form... I(Me)am so talented!

Premium Member Poem | Details | Fruit Poem | |

Paradise Lost

Before the days when man first sinned
Angels traveled upon the wind
Everything magic shone in the night
Fairies fluttered, wings shining bright

Eve was perfect with long flowing hair
Sensuous body, delightfuly bare
Adam's body strong, he was a sight
They played by day and made love at night

Everything perfect, living in the trees
Yet trouble called upon a gentle breeze
The serpent said taste, this fruit so grand
Eve so entranced, she ate from his hand

She saved fruit for Adam, he took a bite
The garden went dark, no more magic light

A sonnet in The Wind Contest.
Written September 9th, 2013
Sponsored by: Poetess Darkly

Premium Member Poem | Details | Fruit Poem | |

Out of the Sun

              Stayed 
             in the sun 
              to long
               today
 The skin became the bark of a tree
 the soul turning to brittle scars
 for uncaring worlds to see.
             my face
            is a pile of 
           old owl bones
sewn into banks of midnight creeks...
even the plump, over ripened ones 
no longer look at me...
but if their car was desert flat,
their oil grim reaper black
they'd paint a wormy, water colored  smile...
slide it through my barbed wired heart
so long as I could spin the jack...
so I spin it until their potholes turn to satin-
               Stayed 
              in the sun
               to long
                today
the mind has smoothed over 
like pebbles in Saturn rings..
a forgotten spice in the conversation of life
an hour later the word snuggles up to me
               laughingly.

Tomorrow or forever( which ever comes first),
I'll stay wrapped inside
till my skin turns back to ivory
to an easter egg yesterday 
to a time of bouncing ball and spinning jack,
when the mind was a great silky nest...
the face a flowered meadow place 
where watercolors swirled all day, 
the heartworms kept at bay.

I'll stay hidden within the briar, 
till the jewels of memories sooth 
every scar - every stripe,
the molten knots of cruelty,
till the sweetened fruit reclaims the tree.
until then only my curtains breathe...
       ...stayed in the sun 
              to long
                today





Premium Member Poem | Details | Fruit Poem | |

LUSCIOUS


luscious fruit of the tropics sphere-shaped, tapered, oval-faced beneath the sun dripping yellow; tangy as the taste of a kiss braised by mouths that crave for its moist sweet marrow... peeled from its curved bodice; sucked juice trickles from the canvas of skin lingering from the very stem that dangles and anchors the nape for a voluptuous season of wild forest heat: sliced, striped , tasted by love's scent—the pulp bits ooze—like varnished ochre that unravels the golden blooms beside it ,filling hungry vessels of tongues: the melting ankle of husk peels slowly as wedges ripen to expose the bulbous tunnels of a seed in a burst of aurora... a mango like this lives inside our own season, succulent as earth's cream relishing every drool of caressed, passionate noon in flushed amber sensation. Colourful Verse: Charlotte Puddifoot 4/ 14/2014

Premium Member Poem | Details | Fruit Poem | |

The Forbidden Fruit

Eve presents the fruit, the forbidden fruit A special unknown fruit from that one tree A fruit that God said one should never eat Then the snake came to shower the fruit free Nothing bad, he says, will come from eating God didn’t want the power to be known The snake explained that they would be as God Satan showed his ploy so well, he has sown We took the fruit and ate it and life changed We now have knowledge, of good and evil Pain and hatred also came along too All that is bad sure did come to reveal God cursed the snake, that of the devil’s tool But we must carry our sin for all time The curse from the first bite that we did eat And it wasn’t worth the pain we aligned God was quite disappointed with humans Hating to give us our just punishment But we were now found walking with figs on Ashamed of not doing God’s commandment To this day we are filled with sin each day Starting right from the first couple’s mistake Now we must wallow inside their bad choice Suffering the punishment we did make
Russell Sivey

| Details | Fruit Poem | |

SELF-GRATIFICATION IS THE FRIUT OF ONE'S LOVE

Self-gratification is the fruit of one's love,
making the artist's delighted face glow...
when every vision has been achieved,
and each intention joyfully revealed.


He will envision the shape and colors,
then transfer those images to canvas;
and with the gentles strokes of his brush...
real faces will appear and suddenly blush.


Thinker and dreamer, let passion and imagination flow,
don't be distracted by worries or external sounds below;
work diligently with your brush, transcending your own credibility...
but later, it would be too hilarious to scream out your insanity.


Self-gratification is the fruit of one's love...
that enduring, timeless legacy hard to ignore;
when others show admiration, you'll be so pleased
and motivated to add more laurels to your prestige.     


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

123