Best Forbidden Fruit Poems
Forbidden fruit is sweetest, or that’s what they all say
So I thought I’d give it a try and went for some today
I didn’t know just what to choose something firm and hard or what
So I thought I’d take a sample of everything they’d got.
There was some really hard ones, some were ripe and very sweet
But I chose one in the middle and it looked good enough to eat
I caressed it very gently and waited for it to please
I nearly didn’t go through with it, I was really gonna tease.
My taste buds are not set for sweet they prefer something more savoury
But no I stuck to my guns but I want no awards for bravery
I took one that looked just right, its rich colour tempted me to bite
But have you ever bitten a persimmon, that isn’t really ripe?
It sucks the moisture out of your mouth and covers you teeth in wool
Believe me you just try it; I am not giving you any bull.
Now for those that thought the fruit, would be some other man
Maybe that’s on my ‘to do’ list, before I kick the can……….LOL
Shame on you all, for all your naughty thoughts
Especially for those of you, that can’t keep it in their shorts
To all those that do struggle, to keep the forbidden fruit at bay
Just remember the persimmon and you will never rue the day.
© ~GG~ 4/12/2012
The dancing flames lit up her hair
In shades of dark and light
She looked at me with longing eyes
That sparkled in the night.
I know, she said, what you desire
The fruit that longing seeks
She looked me straight into the eyes
I watched her burning cheeks.
I will give all and be your slave
As long as you are mine
We shall make love ‘til dawn is here
And drink the sweetest wine.
She threw herself into my arms
And kissed my waiting lips
I held her tight; could not resist
Her undulating hips.
Our passion’s fire burnt all night long
Each movement – tenderness
I wished this bliss we could prolong
Profound togetherness.
When morn’s first rays peered through the pane
Lace curtains etched our skin
A tapestry of silk domain
She was my Anne Boleyn.
But fantasies evaporate
When light is shed on them
Forbidden love seemed to berate
How tarnished was our gem.
One night we shared, but ne’er again
Could we pursue our lust
Her husband, he was my best friend
We’d violated trust.
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Co-write: Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire ~ Oct 2014
Unrequited love is the
forbidden fruit of the heart.
And if you lust for its taste,
it will tear your heart apart.
A love that can never be;
drains dreams of all their magic.
And like a moth to a flame;
results are often tragic.
Behind a facade of smiles,
you try to hold back the tears.
Yet hope is mired in despair;
where it has languished for years.
Jealousy results in a
deluge of sad emotions.
And it feels as though you've cried
enough tears: to fill oceans.
You suckle reality,
on the bosom of the night.
For fantasies morph into
shackles at Dawn's breaking light.
Sequestered in make-believe;
love has brought you to your knees.
Yet, in your dreams, you get to
be with whomever you please.
Eve presents the fruit, the forbidden fruit
A special unknown fruit from that one tree
A fruit that God said one should never eat
Then the snake came to shower the fruit free
Nothing bad, he says, will come from eating
God didn’t want the power to be known
The snake explained that they would be as God
Satan showed his ploy so well, he has sown
We took the fruit and ate it and life changed
We now have knowledge, of good and evil
Pain and hatred also came along too
All that is bad sure did come to reveal
God cursed the snake, that of the devil’s tool
But we must carry our sin for all time
The curse from the first bite that we did eat
And it wasn’t worth the pain we aligned
God was quite disappointed with humans
Hating to give us our just punishment
But we were now found walking with figs on
Ashamed of not doing God’s commandment
To this day we are filled with sin each day
Starting right from the first couple’s mistake
Now we must wallow inside their bad choice
Suffering the punishment we did make
Russell Sivey
Forbidden fruit warned she
could be touched by none
So succulent she could not
be tasted by just anyone
Her name alone made men
crave her even more
Plucking her saying just
to taste they truly swore
But they never stopped
passing her all around
When sweetness faded
she laid upon the ground
Callously tossed there laying
bruised and beaten
So cruel not to end her,
but leave her half eaten
Soon days flew by she
slowly sank into the soil
Ashamed how they let her
very sweetness spoil
So proud that she was
praying for a kind death
But soon she was transformed
and took a new breath
Yet still forbidden fruit but
now with something new
When the men came again,
it'd be the day they'd rue
Once again they plucked
her from her sturdy tree
She swore her pain they
would surely feel and see
She was still so sweet and
succulent for them to eat
But to survive this toxic cocktail
would be their greatest feat
Named "the little apple of death"
a fitting name with a just cause
Her sweet fruit would be the last
these men ever tasted or saw
Written: January 19, 2024
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Love swells as a glossy plum
Love is a heavenly amethyst duet
Lambent love, a luscious lake of lulls,
Love is the genesis
of all creation sequined,
fulcrum fern,
of our symbiotic existence
Love is an alchemy
of cosmic serenades,
a strange spin sway
as a heart craves blood
even falling from a cliff
or drowning in a precipice
with love is delicious
It's vibrant-hued, bashful,
nurturing, as passion fruit
It's addiction—intoxication
uproots and shakes our roots,
It burns akin to embers
and molds you into a poet
you gladly and willingly bow
to its magical might.
Flames are blazing;
let the incense flow!
after resins hiss and vanishes
we cling to clouds,
where vapors fall and merge
whilst intense wish
and lovely yearning mingle
to light up the candles!
let slopes shine!
as hallowed naves, smells linger,
silently, we divine hand in hand
many melodies combine waves
there is no soft breath!
in choruses such as this
pure down ruins harmonies,
curls created by art and deceit
cast extra seeds into a brazier
amidst the silver flood,
senses may be able to discern
lovely, clever, drained woman.
Tent sky sapphire satin tracks
with gold moon and star icons
and set on an edge socket
topaz and malachite jars
nickel ball on a triple string
light dims our vibrant traits,
not to forget myrtle sprays!
drought will bestow prophecy
we listen on plaited hair mats.
before hospodar—known gestures,
I'm starting to grasp magic
of my early days as king.
1st place contest winner
I immerse ...
nigh naked
in your keen and carnal insight ...
the rags of my inhibitions
strewn at my feet …
are my thoughts still my own
care and coil
or have you plucked those from my boughs
made ripe
the fodder for your dire divination?
peel the fruit, fresh
and slice it to your taste -
there is a neoteric bounty for your appetites
seasoned to sate
the desires of a goddess ...
laid bare
offerings for a graven image, pure
and devoured
as love's absolute oblation ...
thine.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "Mid-Summer Premiere Poetry Contest", Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
My forbidden fruit
How lovely you are
How so delicious I imagine you to taste on my lips..
How delightful you infuriate me with your gentle teasing.
You enjoy playing with the woman you desire.
Everything you say intensifies and sweet fully dominates my desires towards you
I secretly adore you.
I adore everything about you.
Even your moments of stubbornness glows, like pure, irresistible, masculinity in my eyes.
As pure, rich, golden honey, slowly drips from its honeycomb,
so does my eyes slowly takes its time when its upon you ,
soaking in every inch of gorgeous.
My thoughts behold you without my permission.
Yes !
Silently, my soft heart whispers to you
Yes !
I do want you as much as you want me .
Yet strongly and firmly my lips utters to you NO .
Again
You reminded me what passion feels like.
You reminded me that having a man around feels so precious safe and beautiful.
You reminded me that there is happiness with two.
You offer me everything my heart craves
Everything my heart wants and everything my heart needs
You freely offer me so much,
Yet the only thing I take from you, is one last glance ,
As I step away from you,
and turn to the one who makes me forget all these beautiful things, and replaces them with harsh heart ache, neglect and helpless sorrows
and hope that one day he becomes like you .
I warn thee, chylde, of hemlock's wayes,
Such Berys ende thy tender Dayes.
If thou would'st eat Forbidden fruit,
Trie the Pulp and drawe the Root-
Its Wormwood and its Poyson'd sap
Woulde take thee to thy Maker's lap.
Thus Forbidden fruit woulde draw
Thee to Eden's Joye once more.
Part Two
When we were young you used to have a wit rarely challenged and a strength of passion no one questioned
Now you stress about the little things and you're seeming very anxious
You had beauty early on in our lifes before this happened
I ask myself what exactly was it that I imagined the future would be for us when age would play its catch up with the kids who gambled adolescence just to laze about mashing it up cos having fun was the attraction of another day in paradise of amorous desire for the girls who used to tantalize
And when the time came for us to grow up it was a sacrifice of adulthood because we stood alone and watched the parasites using advertisements to glamorize sex lies and war crimes like perfect master minds the whole time the selfish few trying to ruin all the manuscripts of knowledge that the elders knew with a grand design of reproduced illusions that they're selling you and we became a nation of depression drip fed the truth
So I can see why you're finding life so hard to do cos adulting is difficult and nothing's going right for you
Especially when ahead and then you start to lose and all you want to do is go back to relive your youth
Nector's scent intoxicates me.
Her Kisses bait me
to the succulent feast that awaits me.
In between the limbs of this peach tree
I see... A seed that pleads
for release of it's need.
Is it greed that moves my silent speech?
As I'm so giving hoping my words will reach
ears that hear not yet understand.
Intuition guides my hands...
And the peach plans
to share it's juice.
From the tip of the branch
to the roots its lets loose
violently shaking it's branches thin
from the whirlwind within
My appetite endless
No shortage of fruit to end this...
Bliss...
By: Soul's Floetry
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A nice cool breeze blew,
across the lush green landscape.
Under the blistering heat of the sun,
laying beneath a great big willow tree.
A wicked snake slowly slithered my way,
as it approached it began to tell a story.
About a future with unimaginable gifts,
filled with limitless power and wealth.
The snake said it would all be mine,
only after renouncing my faith.
By eating the forbidden fruit,
I sell my soul to the devil.
God's warm embrace,
lost for eternity.
5/25/2017
The hands that
do not reach for me,
are full of tenderness.
The eyes that
look deep into me,
find what has been hidden.
The lips that
cannot touch mine,
speak kind words.
The memory of
that special day,
always will stay.
The potential for
what could have been,
forbidden though it seems.
Forbidden Fruits
Leads to lots of jams
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I
live
in a
Paradise
called Eden
a serpent slithers
through my tender
branches, Adam and
Eve picked from the fruit
for feedin', no music played
yet they enjoyed love dancin',
when morning came the Sun awoke
they vanished, God reprimanded them
and they were banished...the Garden was
destroyed forevermore and cause of these sinful
parents our lives have many chores, God showed His
angry wrath
Paraduse
Lost
man
now
pays
cost