Best Candy Apple Poems

An ordinary young man in his twenties
Working by day, alone by night
Routine lulls him to feel forever serene

Never a new dream or fantasy
Living an obligation
Making...

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Her delicate silhouette still lingers in my eyes, 
closer than these arms can embrace; haunting me. 
I breathe her in within the lull of a...

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our God is bountiful because


Jesus is Robin Hood turning the tables in the forest temple

and Friday treasures an island of hope in my child’s mind

‘you...

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Sipping cherry limeade, driving in the car parade, 
we're cruising in the Lone Star state.
Didn't want a bucket seat; the thing it couldn't beat, 
was...

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Pleasures Of Tender Love

confection for the sweet
a taste of delight
if only I could show you
the pleasures of tender love
that shines like golden honey
caramel apples aureate
strewn...

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The excitement mounted as we rummaged around in the attic looking through old steamer trunks for discarded clothes and props to make Halloween costumes. With...

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Dance, Ladies, dance!—
By the light of lanterns.
Let your red skirts swirl
Like the tops of carousels—
Candy-apple red.

Dance, Children, dance!
With your glowing adornments—
Rainbow blue and green—
Firefly green.

The...

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* This is a poem about basically feeling like when a part of yourself dies. Then certain 
people can come along and make that one...

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come kiss the frost 
from off  late apple themes 
the carnival is coming into town
where everything is nothing that it seems
hitch up the pony,
take...

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"RED"


Listen he said, “How many ways can you see Red?”

“Well”, she sighed, “Let’s start with Cherry Pie, 
oozing it’s juices all over your chin
and plump...

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I had just left the Fairgrounds Race Track with my dad,  where I won $13.00 on a nag whose name I forget and Dad...

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Thoughts roll around inside my head
forever churning and turning
like a compost pile for a garden's spread


I miss so many things about writing
those things now long...

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A summer Saturday night brings them all out grates shining
spit polished chrome, driven by bald men with pates shining.

Candy apple red antique corvettes with white...

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The young lady's car slowed to a stop ...

As she pulled as far off the highway, (onto the shoulder), as she could
(Allowing for any snow...

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funnel cake fever
elephant ear excitement
candy apple smile...

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