Best Apples Poems
Coming from Texas, I knew he’d be loud
And soon I discovered that two is a crowd
Is that the privy? he asked of my house
When he saw my dog he said you’ve got a mouse!
We heard on the news that a bush kangaroo
It might have been two, had escaped from the zoo
He said that in Texas there’s no cangerroose
Don't know what they are but they wouldn't get loose
He bragged that in Texas the average rat
Is three times the size of what we call a cat
He spotted some sheep and a grin touched his lips
Why have you got a field full of Q-tips
And then as we stood there a crow passed us by
The Texan said hey bud, should I swat that fly
He whipped up my carpet and then told me that
He’s going to splat it with this little mat
My pet snake I showed him, I thought he might squirm
He said back in Texas, we call that a worm
He stared at my garage and called it a hive
I was still miffed when we went for a drive
We drove by some cows that were stocky and fat
But Tex said his pigs are far bigger than that
Well, I bit my tongue as I drove, heading south
The only thing big around here was his mouth
Those two missing Roos hopped right into the road
The Texan appeared to think I should have slowed
I sped up and ran them both down with my truck
He cried stone the crows, are you nuts, what the f*ck
He shouted pull over, you must call the coppers
I said that I would for a dog or a cat
But not for a couple of bloody grasshoppers!
He never said much after that
It bounced off the truck
And then rolled down the highway
Apple turnover
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How 'bout them apples
When Jonathan McIntosh
Won the spelling bee
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Apple of my eye
Jenny had the sweetest smile
For another guy
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Right down to the core
When that apple crossed the plate
An infield dribble
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Just one little hole
In that shiny red apple
Just one little worm
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There once reigned a great king on our Rock
Who dared the West and defied their bloc
Dark shades, face of a frown
Short brute so wanted down
Down, oriental appples on our Rock.
There are a lot of word Smiths on this site
Who pen good poems that are out of sight
Its likened to attending a beautiful feast
Or eating good bread with just enough yeast
However, I must point out, and it's not a myth
I am in no way, shape, or form a word, Smith
But, I marvel at the talented people here
Viewing their various poems fills me with cheer
I am forever thankful I found Poetry Soup
This community is such a fantastic group
Finding the gift of words saved my life
It rescued me from heartache and strife
So, although I don’t cross every “ T” nor;
Do I dot every “I” writing means much more
I know some could care less about my poetry
It’s ok, well all have different tastes, you see
However, we must respect one another
By not saying nasty things to each other
Isn’t this lovely site about sharing poetry?
The backbiting needs to stop; It’s no mystery
Amid a few bad apples on this amazing site
This will always be a place for me to write
Alexis Y.
08/18/2022
get ready to play
leaves and apples on the ground
shades of henna falls
by heavenly heights
color glow in the sunshine
embrace you naked
like small angel wings
they fall eager and ready
treated by the storm
13.10.2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
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Apples a new crop (5)
Falling from bottom and top (7)
Never tried to stop (5)
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Autumn apples
Lean your ladder against the trees
Autumn apples
Rust and green creates a chapel
God's bounty nestled in the leaves
A taste of harvest scents the breeze
Autumn apples!
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Inspired By Dr. Ram Mehta's Contest "Rondelet Contest"
By Carrie Richards
You’re like
sweet apples
in the summertime
Like breezes
through grasses
you ease my mind
Come whisper softly
next to me
You’re everything
that I need
'Cause I need
sweet apples
and breezes
in the summertime
And I need
soft whispers
next to me
to ease my mind
Come dream
beside me
and be mine
You’ll be
all I need
all through time
Just whisper
that you’re mine
1/9/2022
Be Mine Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Regina McIntosh
On a cool, crisp mid-October morning,
the sweetness of apples flavors the air.
And a chevron of geese honk their warning
that Winter is coming; stay if you dare.
I loved picking apples, but I was small
and only picked those I could reach by hand.
I didn't like using ladders; after all,
the orchard was my childhood wonderland.
Dad had a burlap bag rigged to my back
that allowed both of my hands to be free.
I'd put as many apples in my sack
as possible, wobbling from tree to tree.
I was told that apples were nutritious,
and yet, they're oh-so-sweet and delicious.
Apples for breakfast
A banana for lunch
Celery for supper
I hear the crunch
Goodbye potatoes
Butter and cheese too
Good bye stomach
I never liked you
Water all day in big
Tall iced glasses
I know what to do
To get rid of these asses
Apples for breakfast
A salad full of sorrow
I am not in the mood today
Maybe tomorrow.
Anyone can count the seeds in an apple, but only God can count the number of apples in a seed. - Robert H. Schuller
Luscious crimson, amber, falling
Trembling on branches, perfect yarns
Reciting journeys, their calling
Seeds thrown aside while nature darns
Trembling on branches, perfect yarns
Fables and feelings, rustling winds
Seeds thrown aside while nature darns
Blessings eternal, gentling minds
Fables and feelings, rustling winds
Glossy skins need peeling, tasty
Blessings eternal, gentling minds
Autumn swirls its songs so hasty
Glossy skins need peeling, tasty
Scrumptious liquids dribbling juices
Autumn swirls its songs so hasty
Startling bliss without excuses
Scrumptious liquids dribbling juices
Orchard scented with fruity hints
Startling bliss without excuses
Perfumed by autumn’s trailing prints
Orchard scented with fruity hints
Picking between the red and gold
Perfumed by autumn’s trailing prints
Harvest time, striking to behold
Picking between the red and gold
Reciting journeys, their calling
Harvest time, striking to behold
Luscious crimson, amber, falling
Shiny red apples
Perfect in form
Are only found
In the grocery store
Never oh never
Growing on your tree
Real life is
Nothing like that
Small and green
With little red
This is how
Real life is
Perfection sought
Is rarely found
And makes us think
Something is wrong
Looking for something
That is mostly not there
We over look the real
Around us everywhere
Apples to pick
Are easy to find
Taste just as good
Are just as fine
apples.
Fruit for thought!
The Vegetable Garden
The garden beckons in the newness of the morning –
Soft earth giving up the evening chill
As long sunbeams kiss the soil good morning.
Straight lines of carrots with curly tops
Dig deep into the daylight hours
Reaching down to be, at last, raised up.
Radishes and lettuce rows sway in the breath
Of foggy summer dawns leaving
Glistening dew before the sun appears.
Along the fence green pole beans scramble up
On lattice twined with tendrils
Climbing first to glimpse the garden growing.
Hummingbirds and butterflies come each day
To gaze and measure growth unseen
Just the day before.
The season ends with tall tomato plants
Filling harvest baskets with their scarlet bounty
As September bids seeds renew in sleep.
The garden beckons, no longer filled
With radish rows or carrot tops
But promises of newly planted apple trees.
When the wild bull runs
Apple garden of Eden
Earth shakes free drop down
- A-L Andersen :)
- September 19 - 2014 -
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