Apples Poems - Poems about Apples

The Apple of His Eyes reflected in the pond, the fruit held precious in the lady’s hand. polished by mistake; the loot gathered with a serpentine backhand. the limbs of oz took hold, as the man held out his unwise hand. the cleaved, in juicy bite pizazz, forsook their love, served up bland. reflected in the mirror, the duo’s tears shattered their perfect life, untouched. day...

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an orchard raid climber violently shakes tree ~ apples fall plenty ...

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red, ripe and juicy sweetly stewed, wrapped in pastry ... apple...

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apples are healthy ~ unless of course they’ve been sprayed ~ with insecticide ...

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Mirror, mirror on the wall, how do you choose the fairest of them all? why do you get to pick apart every single person that never gave you the right? Snow White ate less and less apples until she became so thin a gust of wind could’ve blown her away and she needed a strange man to save her What if he tried...

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One red apple Fell from the tree Fell from the tree Fell from the tree One red apple Fell from the tree Eat, eat, eat Two red apples Fell from the tree Fell from the tree Fell from the tree Two red apples Fell from the tree Sweet, sweet, sweet Three red apples Fell from the tree Fell from the tree Fell from the tree Three red apples Fell from the...

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At just one in a day Apples keep 'doc' away Appetizing delight As the taste is just right Allow yourself a bite A whole lot to choose from And apple pies, yum yum...

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Apples the fruit of life, use to grow all over the earth. Now they have been killed and replaced to make the earth a place of cement. The juicy and lovely apple, was free to eat for those that choose it as a treat. Maybe they killed so many apple trees, to make us pay for them....

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Apples, She’ll Be! Despite Down Under date blunder, Summer ‘tis Winter, go ponder, Go on a date, a Burl, Whirl your girl, No Drama, Sheila thunder! A Wazoo Woo, Is a Ripsnorter Two, Warm winter sunbake, Warren’s Birthday Cake, Pash modestly or HooRoo! Take Mary on a Bonzer Date, Good Onya Heaps Mate, May yer Matilda be Moolah Cold Beer in yer Coolah Corker You Day! ...

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Eden's fruit gleams red — Knowledge wounds deeper and sharper than now Silicon dreams wake Gravity's whisper Via a slew of logical falls Into neural nets Jobs' crystal garden Where aluminium meets glass Future blooms within Digital serpents Now weave through quantum orchards Teaching metal minds Machine-wisdom fruit Ripens on carbon branches Beyond human reach Paradise regained? Or wandering circuits that learn To think like gods do?...

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apples, pumpkins, hay Autumn’s sweet offerings flow time to get cosy by Zyrool...

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Not all fruit ripens at the same time, ...

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I am so blessed Look at calm rosy apples Makes my springy day...

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The windfalls have been trod and gnawed upon. A sweet sludge of pith is spread across a ripe carpet of cider scented soil. Here in late autumn, an amber painted orchard is the heady mulch of a waning sunlight. The unburdened branches, now are open spaces, tunnels, for the tangy tongues of drinking winds. Blight tinted apples dwindle within mossy cups of time, still deliciously edible for the ever-hungry...

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most leaves fallen down golden apples winter shine very attractive!...

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