Best Ciders Poems

A hint of red and yellow
Amongst a sea of green
A sign that change is coming
To the forest canopies

This morn's air is slightly chilled
Much more than in past months
And squirrels scurry 'cross the ground
Collecting all their nuts

There are no children playing
Nor in the swimming pools
The streets...

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As you dance among the leaves absorbing Autumns chilly breeze
Umbrella of colors brain ingests assists minds eye a peaceful rest
Totally brings you to your knees this peaceful landscape of the trees
Upon your eyes, gloriously pleased, boredom appeased, animations crest
Memory engages raking hordes of leaves as...

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Sweat trickled eyes
Winged Biters
Oh welcome Autumn
Soother of brows
Apple ciders
Leaves tumbling down
Smoke scented air
Socks and Shoes
Confine us
As it’s due
Leaves in changing hue...

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Past the salad fields of green,
With ciders flowing in between,
An island sits though out a-ways,
Of candy from the holidays.

They’re thrown away and tossed aside,
Without a bite or even tried,
So past the days of fresher primes,
They cry about forgotten times.

The candy corn all in a heap,
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Cornucopia

Trumpet Sounding – abundance Resounding –
A harvest not Empty – a horn of Plenty –
Season bounty Astounding – safe from snowbound Surroundings
Fall Caressing fair autumn Blessings.

Sweet orbs of Green or burgundy Seen
In arbors that Wait grape clusters to Take
Nectars Serene in fermenting Dreams
Dew mists so...

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She was a beautiful girl
Dark and plush like her dad,
I held her in my hands,
Smiling was she, the eldest
Of my sister's motherhood.

She has grown up now,
She is a woman,
A fool with dirty cash has caught her,
It was her younger sister first,
Now safely hidden at varsity,
Thug...

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If its Hennessy that sets me free then let it be
If this ecstasy belongs to me 
Then I smoke tree
Choke me in coke 
Drown me in dope
I sink Black Labels til Johnnie Walks unstable

Blame it on juice
Krush Lite Castles by dozens
Russian Captains meet four cousins
Bear,...

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BROKEN DOWN ANGELS

It disny seem that long ago
Toddling and having fun,
Crawling then walking along the floor 
And learning how tae run.

Potty trained and full eh life
They’d run you af yer feet,
A kiss on the cheek and I love you
Wid make ye want tae greet.

The greatest...

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Air is altering its pattern
Dusks are getting crispier
Nights are falling earlier
Sun is taking time to rise up

Leaves are changing their colors
Trees are showing off their fiery flairs 
Pine needles and acorns have scattered all over
Halloween is around the corner

Ghosts and goblins are appearing at the...

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I DREADED HER THE FRIST TIME I REALIZE SHE WAS MY GRANDMA. I 
LOOKED INTO HER EYES. I KNEW SHE HATED ME TOO. 

I THOUGHT SHE WAS LIKE FALLING ROUTEN APPLES FRON AN OLD SPOIL 
TREE. EACH ONE I STOMP UNTIL I CRUSHED THE INSIDE...

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The beauty of fall,
hard to deny the colors,
leaves around you fall,
and very special odors,
breathe in, beauty, of it all.

fired up orange,
yellow and red surround you,
crunchy leaves beneath,
and an apple ciders brew,
catching lot's of lil sneak peaks.

Halloween to come,
a night of goblins and ghosts,
I'ts falls favorite...

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I think I need a soldier
To guard me from attack
Think I need a soldier 
With a tight six-pack
Of ciders, ideally apple 
So I may chill and drink
As I’d really like a little time
To pause and not to think
For I’m always thinking something
And this has sent...

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Twelve is the number of months we journey through;
time sprints by, it's true

Eleven sounds for the first line - I reckoned
five for the second

Ten is the count of either fingers or toes;
do cool things with those

Nine Greek muses sometimes seize my pen's control,
whisper to my...

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the clearing was large enough to fit about
twelve of your Lion King themed picnic
blankets without coming close to the forest’s
edge. I thought about bringing you out there
and telling you that and then I remembered
that you got rid of  the blanket 2 months ago
when your...

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I don't like snakes or spiders,
weak tea or fizzy ciders.
Seats on buses that are slightly damp,
TV presenters who are far too camp.

Jalapeño peppers that are too hot to handle,
or electricity cuts when you can't find a candle.
Rudeness in people who should know better,
or junk mail...

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