Best Fruits Poems
Love Fruits, Passion's Meals On Which I Once Sup
When I ponder my life, its fleeing years-
Youth with its blessings and its cold dark fears;
Wandering through world and paths not taken
Truth of the sorrows and those forsaken;
Faint gaspings of romantic interludes;
Treasures lost, unforgiving attitudes;
Celebrating those small victories gained,
Savoring what true love in life remained.
Whispers searching soul once so gaily heard,
Morn's sweet call, with its warbling of songbirds,
Lessons learned from sorrows, pain's dark cup
Love fruits, passion's meals on which I once sup
What life was, later what it came to be;
What finally made a good man of me.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-15-2020
Sonnet, ( However 'tis long the journey, 'tis never enough )
Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables:140
Total # Words:100
An apple is Red,
I like eating bread,
Banana is yellow,
I am jolly fellow,
Pear is green,
I am neat and clean,
Coconut is brown,
I am little clown,
All fruits are nice,
They make us healthy and wise!!
Towards a new season
Changes in silence
from summer to autumn
Earth's new costume
The light is falling
Cold nights
The fields with,
white blanket of frost
As glass crystals flash
Ripe fruits and vegetables
Blushing cheeks
Small children hands
Making jams,
apple cake
and some wine
Autumn in fire
the apples are harvested
They give us
a juicy taste
of the summer
08.10.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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a muddy way has to be crossed
wait until it becomes dry
it's raining too much
take shelter somewhere suitable
it's to dark night if now facing why?
certainly patience's lost while it was needed
is it not that suffering feed back for the same
if a banana is blew to ripen before its due time
everything becomes useless
so patience is must to have a suit fruit
Apple many varieties sweet and sour
Banana soft fruit many uses
Cherry's are sweet watch out for its stone
Damson like a juicy plum
Elderberry fragrant good in wine
Fig many seeded fruit
Grapefruit similar to oranges but tarter
Honeydew melon lovely juicy type of gourd
Indian gooseberry good in pies
Jostaberry a cross between gooseberry, black gooseberry and black currant
Kiwi a tasty green fruit
Lemon can be very tart
Mango juicy fruit with delicate flavour
Nectarine similar to a peach
Orange sweet and juicy usually full of pips
Papaya also known as pawpaw
Quince very sharp like a lime
Raspberry most useful at banquets
Strawberry and ice-cream a summer delight
Tomato both used as a fruit and vegetable
Ugli fruit a gourd like fruit thats tasty
Valancia orange small sweet fruit that packs a punch
Water melon another gourd like fruit
Ximenia Caffra is like a very sour plum
Yellow passion fruit is similar to passion fruit normally cooked as a curd
Zucchini flowers often cooked in batter
We planted a gross of strange, cube shaped fruits
Below the soil, then waited for shoots
When summer was through
Only twelve grew
Which is what you get when you plant, square roots
Fruits noirs
Sans qu’on y prenne garde,
Le ciel se tisse du grillage
Sombre des branches.
Elles s’étendent chaque année,
Et chaque année,
Grignotent un peu plus d’espace,
Au point de parfaire une voûte
Et d’arriver à se rejoindre,
En confisquant le peu de lumière,
Stagnante, sous les dernières
Feuilles de novembre,
La sève lentement rétractée.
Une pluie insistante, et froide,
Corrode la symphonie des ocres
En une bouillie sombre et gluante…
Les buissons moroses abritent
Aussi des fruits noirs,
A la densité lourde.
Ils pèsent de leur deuil,
Leur poids d’approche hivernale,
Et font oublier les envolées légères,
Des passereaux insouciants,
Qui se poursuivaient
Dans l’azur cristallin.
Ce sont des corbeaux ;
Et leur noir luisant,
Semble une menace anthracite,
Barrant quelque part,
De branche et branche
La lumière et la joie .
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Without being beware,
The sky is woven with wire mesh
Of dark branches.
They extend every year
And every year
Eat away a little more space,
To the point of making a perfect arch
And arriving to join
Confiscating the little light
Stagnant under the last
Leaves of November
Sap slowly retracted.
An insistent rain and cold
Corrodes the symphony of ochres
In a dark and slimy mush ...
The gloomy bushes shelter
Also black fruits,
A with heavy density.
They weigh their mourning
The weight of winter approach
And make you forget the light flights,
Of careless sparrows,
Chasing each other
In the blue skies
They are crows;
And shiny black
Seems a anthracite threat
Barring somewhere
From branch to branch
Light and spirit of joy.
Children raised with discipline
Parents spanked and praised
Summa Cum Laude
When asked what in my basket I would take
of any kind of fruit; well, here’s the truth.
I much prefer my fruit in pie or cake,
or chocolate covered for my sweety tooth.
No apples, peaches, pears or plums for me.
I find bananas boring. Am I sick?
Of all the fruits that grow upon a tree,
there hardly is a one I'd want to pick.
A mango slithers like an eel; I gag!
And though papaya can be rather sweet,
exotic fruits of which the natives brag
are just “ok.” I’ll stay with my red meat.
Just melon, grapes or cherries in my basket
and can you make them seedless if I ask it?
By Andrea Dietrich For PD's November Poetry Contest
Lord God, send us Your Divine and Moral Virtues to assist people
Faith, to deeply understand and produce evidence to the unseen
Impart Hope to be determined and persevere successfully
For persons to consider a little generosity to Charity
To present Prudence by being careful
For untruthfulness to bring into Justice
Give fortitude for lawmakers and government officials to be strong
Bring in Temperance to exercise Patience and Tolerance
We ask these in the name of Father Christ Jesus to send out the Virtues of the Holy Spirit
Amen.
09132012
Colors in love with fruits and flowers,
Married to orange and roses!
Acorns wearing cute little caps
Hoarded by squirrels during cold snaps
11~17~14
Contest: Crystalline
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Syllable Counter Used: How many syllables - 8 , 9
~awarded 10th place~
Scores of struggling lives
Searching green fields
Implanted splendid ideas
Partial distortions imposed
Multiple thoughts ahead
Others mislead and inspired
Savor a basket full of fruits
Wisdom earned with like minds
Anyone's greatest dream.
FRUIT OF WAR - PORTMANTEAUS
Brusted gree skirt the terrain --
its fortress now smog of pains.
Sprolled brave emoticons flurst
floppled by remorse.
Alive, lovely floriage.
no mercy, at once loafted!
Finentual world ethics
forgotten clang cries.
Blind men sinduced to power:
justice then a fadograph.
Bescraped kindness ,dusten traits,
birthing woes and death.
Precious breathing counts one, two.
In and out wheezing some help
Oozing damage marks hatred
Peace start when war ends.
(c) Olive ELoisa
10:41pm
August 20, 2014
from the list: smog, emoticon
from research:
brusted - Brown Broken and Rusted
gree - any number of green trees
sprolled - sped and rolled
flurst - flew and burst
floppled - fell, flopped and toppled
floriage - flowers and foliage
loafted - floated and drifted
finentual - final and eventual
sinduce - sin and seduce
fadograph - fade photograph
bescrape - escaped and broke
dusten -dusty and beaten
The autumn tree stood lone , half bare
not knowing what will follow
The storm has blown her leaves away
There were no stars to fill her night
but only cold and sorrow.
The fierceful wind had come oncemore
It shook the velvets of her apples
It moved so fast behind her back
It made her bend ,with no regret.
It whined , it pushed, forced itself through
It scattered bitter drops of dew
It whisked old seeds and spread the new
Then from the soilbed, it's breath withdrew.
The autumn tree stood lone, half bare
not knowing what will follow
It dreaded blooms and yielding fruits
in seasons of tomorrow.