Apple Tree Poems - Poems about Apple Tree

I’m sorry but I must admit That I have read this book There’s no point of rereading it As if I overlooked Unobvious important signs That I did much appreciate I changed my surreptitious mind To set the fresh update I’ve come to see your apple tree It’s such a lovely day! You smiling face looks down on me Don’t worry now, please stay Come to...

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In a small field by a tower, Grew a sapling next to flowers. Its own petals bloomed this day, A promise of fruits without delay. A cherry tree young and sweet, All the other trees it'd greet, And together sway in the breeze, Bathing in the rustling of leaves. A lemon tree young and cynical, Its branch growth was liminal, It had begun without a...

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Under the tree, I sit once again A long decade it has been Before, a girl, lost and alone A woman into which she has grown Memories flood me as I look back Knowledge abundant, previously lack So many changes, good and bad So obvious when I think of what I had No future in which to believe No aspirations I wanted...

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It was pruned in Autumn now we can see new growth, New buds replacing old ones Its too early for it to flower yet. For the time being it will grow and form new spurs to bear apples. Leaves will appear in brilliant green hiding from sight the robins nest. There will be baby robins once more with their blue breasts...

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an old apple tree where a house stands abandoned . . . limbs with empty nests hanging from the tree - a child’s swing from long ago swaying in fall’s breeze scattered on the ground round the trunk of the old tree . . . red, ripened apples...

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bees buzzing below fresh ripe apples falling deer come to graze leave enough for pie...

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Just another apple tree in Ukraine, My roots sink deep in frozen soil. And then with spring, I bourgeon flower fractals. I fatten my ripened apples that plummet to the Earth. Just another apple tree in Ukraine, I live for life. It is all that I know, For the bounty and beauty, I can offer. With the joy and love, The giving of...

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They’re cutting down my apple tree. Well, I say it was mine, even Though it was in a neighbor’s field. She never minded that we climbed In it, and we often did, Being such tomboys as we were! The branches were just low enough For a ten-year old to jump up And grasp, to shinny up the trunk. We didn’t have a swing set...

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Fallen fruit for two. No, just an apple for you. split apple for two?...

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The little stall stands behind the black dilapidated wall whose bricks have been showing years of stained motion welled up inside the folly of man. The destiny of the wall speaks to the nature of them all, electric current in their tongue and bag juice swelling up their gums. And if you look closely you...

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My old apple tree in the garden stands so tall Looks so pretty if you see it over my wall Leaves change constantly from brown to green The colours are so inspiring it has to be seen Every year around about the month of May The leaves are replaced with an apple a day Apple pie then for...

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you hated your mothers treatment unkind uncared unfair not positive nor decent with age you left her spare yet it was to be the blueprint when raising kids of your own and now they've done what you did and left you there alone...

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In the lonesome woods near Sunapee I spied the perfect apple tree. With ancient trunk, yet in its prime, A thing of beauty, its form sublime. As I approached and looked around, I saw most apples on the ground. Alas, I had arrived too late. The deer had sealed each apple’s fate. And yet I saw as if by chance One lone fruit high...

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When Lydia and I resolved to climb that apple tree together it was over - not all at once, I still had a child’s love for shiny distractions but when her long bare legs arched over my eyes to gain the highest branch it was over, it was over next Spring, next girl next door, or next school term, next crush. The following year...

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The Delightful And Orchard Blush Apple Tree Whose apple tree is that? I think I know Its owner is quite angry though He was cross like a dark potato I watch him pace. I cry hello He gives his apple tree a shake And screams I've made a bad mistake The only other sound's the break Of distant waves and birds awake The apple...

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