Fruit Alliteration Poems | Examples
These Fruit Alliteration poems are examples of Alliteration poems about Fruit. These are the best examples of Alliteration Fruit poems written by international poets.
Freddy’s frantic frenzied flashlight feels frazzled.
Forward feelings fearful, frightening Franny’s
frolicking freckled French fried fruit fricassee.
POINT ZERO
Birth slipped into fast flowing
rivers of patterned fissures
her arching brows brazen
searching sagaciously
microscoping every moment
tangoing across thorny
thickets
Hope gazed at her prayer
puzzle poised with pensive
pencils plaintively planting
plantains for pink parakeet
caressing spines singing
softly stirring custard
pudding
Love thought she was best
berry fruit from which fragrant
juice poured jetting jewels
a silver sabre silently stared
further from truth she stood
a sacked saga sagged
Death smiled enigmatically
held Birth, Hope and Love
in oblong esteem observing
Time’s oval ovaries to strike
sublime a node through
which she sodium sucked
Point Zero zipped in sidelong
zaps dishing each zappy
zodiac zones showering
all four with Infinity’s
zygotes zooming
Point Zero was Hero !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2021
March 20 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Judges 8-9
Key Verse – Judges 8:7 And Gideon said, Therefore when the LORD hath delivered Zebah and Zalmunna into mine hand…
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO DELIVERS US TOWARD TRIUMPH
Praise be to God for delivering us toward triumph so:
Vital in fighting along His granted freedom
Valuable though fainting with our guilty flesh
Victorious in fulfilling His great favour
Visible while feasting in His gracious feeding
Valiant in fleeing to His good faithfulness
Judges 8:23 Praise be to the Lord Who
rules over us by His:
Secured salvation
Scriptural standards
Steadfast sanctification
Satisfying sufficiency
Sure settlement
Judges 9:56-57 Praise be to the Saviour for
rendering what is best for us:
Beyond our expectation for faith-building
Before our excitement for fruit-bearing
Beneath our exhaustion for face-beautifying
Between our expiration for fervency-bestowing
Bringing our exaltation for future flight-blossoming. Amen!
March 20, 2024
Plenty perfect pumpkin plants.
Piles promote pickers;
People preparing pumpkin pies.
Porch provides pumpkin presentations
...plump, petite, pretty.
Pumpkin products prove palatable.
I
Two trees, two fruit
Thistles, thorns: not food
Good fruit - good tree
Bad fruit reveals tree-truth
II
Matthew 7 reveals heaven
As in Second Eden
Read "Revelation" - last book
Garden Truths, discern fruits
To aid the celebration’s overindulgence
of snow and damp, sugar and fat,
serve a cornucopia of felicitous fiber
and its vitamin rush—
whirligig of walnuts and crisp cranberries,
Honeycrisp apples and wild red strawberries,
spring mix sprinkled with balsamic and fig.
Give a fig* about your friendships and figure.
Strap on boots, tread through snow and ice.
Make nice with muscles and joints,
your neighbors.
Share the bounty of your colorful heritage.
Stay in shipshape form as you celebrate.
9/16/2021
*Care about
Attractive apple
angry agile ape~
ate an attractive apple,
abducts another
Brimmed basket
black beauty brings big
bright blue berries, brimmed basket~
bestows beloved
Calm colleen
cosy cotton coat,
cuddles crazy classy curves~
carried calm colleen
18-7-2020
Second Place in the contest.
Note:Let the Pens Flow - Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jenish Somadas.
Looking at flowers, then leaves, I began to wonder about the roots and seeds. Yes, I thought, that's what I learned in Biology, Botany, Biodiversity ... But a brilliant, brainy, breath-takingly beautiful budgerigar whispered to me:
"You are "thought" [taught to think in boxes, as PT says] to objectify Nature from birth, almost. For us critters, the entire plant or tree is one of us, a community where we help, house, and hallow each other. It is all ONE life form, don''t you see. What are leaves but flowers yet to be? What are flowers but leaves modified for reproduction? Are your reproductive organs separate in type and origin than the rest of your body? Don't humans start life as one-and-two cells? Don't you see the seed - small and insignificant, perhaps - carries generations of trees, fruit, food, and shelter in it?"
Fruitful faeries flying freshly frightenly faraway
Flashing flea-bitten furry fireflies fantasy fey,
Faux flash-dancing flowery figs flowing flippantly free,
Ferocious fierce foursome fruit-flies flying fantasy’s flea.
Fast-fingered flicker formidably frugally fit flexible.
Frosting frilly flounder’s fluorescent fetish fully fixable.
Fanciful freckled fathomably frosted filly fibs flitting,
Fashionable forcefully fanatical farmhand fuzzily fretting.
Fun-loving, flippant foolhardy fivefold finger’s foghorn.
Fooled fellow’s fervent fleecy foppish fire fuzzily forlorn.
Fantastical fanged frolicking fishy fuzzy fickle frills.
Fixes froggy’s fanciful fanned fox figs from freezing Frankfort.
O, Valencia's prized possession,
perfected in your prime,
to pluck you without resistance
from a beaming, bowing branch...
Gravity's gentle transaction
would roll like attraction into my open palm.
To feel your textured tenderness within an easy grip,
senses saturated with sun kissed sleekness...
How juicy you must be underneath your polished peel.
Tenderness is just one press away
from these longing lips.
Digging in, cuticles' thirst would be quenched
like a manicure's pleasure.
The citrus mist would burst beneath your flesh
with the sound of captive release, freedom's sigh.
Fragrant as orange blossoms under active inhales,
sweet as honey perfumery,
tantalizing taste buds would smoothly
squeeze your ethereal pulp upon them,
dripping with delectable desire fulfilled.
Seamless in freshness, unblemished,
each bite would be a lover's delight,
binding beauty, external with internal
in this connoisseur's lifelong find.
2-18-2020
I paused upon a morning breeze
Gently flowing through the trees;
These leaves became like little hands
Clapping joyously and free!
May my response to “wind” too be
A glad applauding like a tree.
I noticed in the stormy days
The battered trees, would rise again.
They held against the wind’s malaise
And fought to lift their arms in praise.
May my response to storms too be
As firm and steadfast as a tree.
When catastrophic storms have razed
And trees uprooted, broken, hazed
Knew their life was at its end:
They died with branches still up raised.
May my response to death too be,
As strong and loyal as a tree.
When a tree from earth is weaned;
Its fruit and lumber gleaned
It leaves behind a legacy
Of a life for other’s seen.
Oh may my life for mankind be,
As full and fruitful as a tree.
Permit me to present a dark bird named Gypsy;
Pardon her silliness if she seems somewhat tipsy.
Pretending to be sinister, she’s one boorish brute.
Pecking in my kitchen, she is searching for fruit.
Pink apples! she scowls, these simply will not suit.
Pigeons prefer peaches, peeled, if you please.
Plainly speaking, my dog, Dr. Duke, quite agrees
Pacific pink apples, a tasty treat, just fine;
Persian peaches, however, make a most excellent wine.
written April 21, 2019
contest by Edward Ibeh, I chose the title A Glorious Alchemy
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry/contests/pick_a_title_vol3_alliteration__11919
Never let me go, my Creator-Saviour…
…now that I’m Your named child, grace-in-need;
Nestle my heart within Your love’s nostril
Nail me in Your nearness as to You I draw nigh.
Never let me go, Omnipotent Lord…
…neither allow me succumb to bad new's noise;
Nurture my soul with spiritual nobility
Nourish me midst negligence-naughtiness.
Never let me go, my Guardian Friend…
…no, not in my necessities;
Navigate my neck’s diligence-numbness at night
Notify me midst nuances of doubt-nays’ net.
Never let me go, my Divine Leader…
…nowhere when nastiness negates my nod
Nudge my faith from novice nettles
Negotiate for me against sinfulness-nadir nabs.
Never let me go, my Almighty God…
…nor loosen me toward numberless pride-notches from Your nest;
Note my nakedness as without You I’m nothing*
Nurse me by Your divine nature, nonetheless necessary.
*John 15:5 I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.
March 26, 2019
2nd place, "Pick A Title, Vol.3 Alliteration" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 4/24/2019.
Blueberries rushing down five at a time
from loaded branches tom-tom the bottom
of a coffee can until growing numbers
mute the beat. Super pickers fill
two cans an hour in bumper season.
Pies and muffins march from ovens
and cereal looks richer than a lapis crown.
In blueberry time we reach to the highest hoards.
On these gems of the Sun we feast like lords.
WE WENT HAYWIRE
The fruit of horrendous hurry
Hung appeasingly aloof
On a green tree with white lumpy leave
Situated amidst a green garden
We harvested it imperiously
The day we went hay wire woefully
The day we hurried for inadvertent independence
Six months old premature pregnancy
Hurried to breathe brazenly
Hurried to wean wretchedly
Viewed Mrs. Colonisation as a messed milk
Now we hurry to her for magic milk
Now we hazardously hurry
Hurry for a derailed democracy
Hurry for an unwieldy unity
Hurry for a callous change
Hurry for a grievous government
A little more prudent patience
Would have that manifest magic
Which current leaders preposterously promise
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