Best Apple Pie Poems
Humdinger Spice Apple Pie
Yesterday I baked a humdinger spice apple pie
Then my daughter called said she’d stop and give it a try
She was smacking her lips
Couldn’t take any tips
She told me I’m the queen of all the best apple pies.
Written: 2014 in the Autumn
Theresa Marie
Save your soul in a pickle jar
Wishes will get you only so far
Today is yesterday in review
Will tomorrow bring anything new?
Saints are sinners that God forgave
Dead bodies are farmed into the grave
You give and take and take and give
You live to die and die to live
Paradise was lost by a fleshy bite
Innocence was deflowered by knowing right
Adam's apple jiggles when he lies
Nothing is sweet as Eve's apple pie
Hot apple pie Mom took so long to make
sat briefly on the shelf so temptingly!
Nobody thinks a sweet wee tot could take
hot apple pie Mom took so long to bake.
I’ve shut my mouth about my tummy ache.
One more vanished pie stays a mystery.
Hot apple pie Mom took so long to make
sat briefly on the shelf so temptingly!
For the "Alphabet Contest -Letter A" that I am not sure is going to be judged, but I wrote it a while back after I saw it posted, so will post it anyway! Are you out there, Freddie???
Every Sunday afternoon we’d go to my grandparent’s home,
those were the trips I’ll never forget with my siblings and I-
My grandpa would greet us with that pleasant smile shown,
and I’d always smell the sweetness of my grandma’s apple pie.
Looking back at those memories it makes me want to sigh.
One time she taught me from scratch how to make her delicacy,
the correct way to kneed the dough, how much sugar to utilize-
I remember grandpa whistling an enchanting Christmas melody,
and to this day every year I still bake those homemade pies.
At the county fair in two thousand and nine I won first prize.
My mother never could get the recipe right, so much time wasted,
but I prevailed every time, I guess I was a natural from the start-
My husband says it’s the most delicious food he’s ever tasted,
as I bake those warm apple pies from my amiable and gracious heart.
Last year I taught my daughter to bake, with the recipe I shan’t part.
The Scent Of Baking Bread,
The Scent Of Clean Sheets Fresh Off The Clothesline Poetry Contest
Sara Kendrick
February 16, 2018
Apple Pie, Apple Pie--
such a wondrous thing,
in the winter or in the spring.
So doggone sweet,
and a yummy treat.
Apple Pie, Apple Pie--
pluck the sweetest from the tree.
One, two, three--laughing with glee!
A flaky crust and sweet center,
eaten with ice cream--who cares if it’s winter?
Apple Pie, Apple Pie--
sugar and cinnamon, sticky sweet.
Pop it in the oven--almost complete!
I cannot wait to have a slice, maybe two...
because one would scarcely do.
Apple Pie, Apple Pie--
I cannot believe I did not share.
It was tasty on my tongue--
and now there is no more there,
not even a crumb!
Alesia Leach © 10/2014
Apple pie is so divine,
I eat it all then feel like swine.
Apple Pie
Mom's tender crust, enclosing fantastic fragrant flavor.
My Grandpa came to our house for Thanksgiving but he didn’t say too much,
We sat him in front of the game and provided him with chips and such.
When it was time to eat we moved him to the head of the table,
Mom brought his food to him but he didn’t seem too stable.
He said that he liked it but a lot of food was left upon his plate,
And even though it was afternoon he said that it was getting late.
We knew that the Alzheimer’s made him want to get back to his room,
But we didn’t like to see him this way, afraid of his impending doom.
Then mom asked if he’d like to have a piece of fresh home made apple pie,
His eyes lit up as he sat back down and said he might like to give that a try.
For one piece of my mom’s apple pie my grandpa was back amongst the living,
That one piece of my mom’s apple pie reminded us of the meaning of Thanksgiving.
The sparkling goodness imprisons an autumn sun
And takes me back to the tender days when I was very young
When I'd help my Mama pluck them off the ground
Tart fallen pippin apples which the warm brisk winds had found
We'd stack them in her apron hammock bed
And when we'd gathered enough, into the house we'd head
Right to the kitchen sink to sort, and wash
And I would stand upon a chair to watch
Then gently laid on a towel, they'd shine till they were gleaming
We'd sit, and chat, she'd peel and we'd talk about every little thing
She would open the Crisco can, and the flour canister
And soon, before my very eyes, the pie dough would appear
She would roll the dough, and let me have a try
She would break off a piece for my miniature pie...
Side by side, she would show me how
Her patience was amazing....as I struggled to follow
The petals of peeled slices, layered out into rows
Sprinkled with her spices, added sugar and butter bows
Popped carefully into a piping oven, not quite an hour or so...
We'd watch them turn a golden brown...filling up my nose
With a cinnamon sweet fragrance, that would make my child's mouth drool
She would finally remove them, hot and gold, slightly letting them cool
Would top their goodness with heaping mounds of vanilla ice cream too!
Ahhh....sweet are the memories of those awesome pie ala modes...
Are you watching me Mom?...on those autumn days when I have shown
My grandchild how to peel, and slice, and roll, and bake her own??....
My jeans are tight I don't know why
It must of been that apple pie
I couldn't resist it piping hot
With lots of custard draped on top.
That soft lush pastry just makes me go yum
As my mouth competes with my tum
I feel so bloated and fit to drop
When I tuck in, I must remember to stop.
I know I ate a little too much
But an apple pie wasn't meant just to touch
So get stuck in and start to eat
You know you deserve a little treat.
Apples baked
Create delicious
Edible food,
Gracious heaven
Intervenes joy,
Knowing luscious
Moistness,
Never overpowering,
Plain quenching
Richness,
Surrendering to
Undeniable visions,
While Xeroxing,
Youthful zeal
apples in autumn
reminds me of cinnamon
i can taste her pie
A-appetising
p-pleasant
p-pie
l-likeable
e-eatable
p-pieces
i-ice cream
e-enjoyable
Crispy Macintosh Apples
Red with Sunset hue
Peeled and sliced on the bias
Soaked in apple dew ;
Maple syrup, Too
Oven Baked
Sniff!
Inspired By "Barbara Gorelick's Contest :
" Harvest Foods Epulaeryu "
Jill’s Better Batter Apple Pie
(Children Story)
Jack loved apple pie
Jill said, Oh my
It is your birthday, I’ll
Bake you a big apple pie.
For a starter Jill used
Eggs, milk, sugar and flour.
It took her one hour
She tried to mixed a
Better batter ,
And in the oven it went.
Jill told Jack to invite
Some friends.
Jack invited Humpty Dumpty.
Willie Winkie, and Diddle Diddle
Who brought his fiddle.
Jill invited Sally and little
Miss Muffet. She was dancing
With Jack and Willie Winkie
Who was sweating and
Smelled stinky.
Rub a dub the whole apple pie
They gabbled up.
Jack did wash all the dishes
And Jill gave him three
Birthday kisses.
Erich J. Goller
Copyright 8.10.2011