Best Peaches Poems
Peaches a sweet treat
Beware the pit is poison
Two faced little fruit
Categories:
peaches,
Form:
Haiku
She was looking my way, I had nothing to say,
Though I'd dreamed that this day would transpire;
With her beaux all around, why would she look at me
With such interest and playful desire?
She was heading my way, what on earth would I say
To the prettiest girl in the town?
And how could I bear all her sunshiny hair
Or her eyes, speckled golden and brown?
I thought, "This is the one! Mercy, here comes the sun!
If I stare, I shall surely be blind:
Though I be somewhat plain, if she choose to remain
I'd be last in the county to mind."
Then my eyes turned away as she sweetly did say
Pretty phrases I cannot recall;
And I mumbled replies, though they might have been lies,
Since I cannot remember at all.
Of that bright day in May but one thing I can say,
She was dressed in a soft yellow gown;
'Twas a lemony hue that was buttery too,
And with eight shiny pearls buttoned down.
Then I asked if she'd dance at the Cunningham's manse,
At the ball on the fourteenth of June;
She replied, "Oh, how good! Yes, I certainly would;
And I hope I shall talk to you soon."
What a wonderful day! Still with nothing to say
I just whistled an old happy tune;
Having primrosy dreams of sweet peaches and cream
As I counted the hours of June.
(Written February 12, 2014)
Categories:
peaches, beauty, first love, flower,
Form:
Quatrain
Broken fruit stacked forward, with
their tender lip-soft skins
scuffed among her unspoiled sisters.
Lonely is the unripe peach
hoping to be chosen,
turning her sun side out, beckoning,
longing to be washed and tasted, and
not knowing of her immature bitterness.
They always reach back
for the fresh loaf of bread
at the back of the shelf.
its not the same for fruit.
Categories:
peaches, food, hope, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
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Tending to my fruit stand,
another lonely day
Hoping for a customer
to happen ‘long the way
When then I saw approaching
a funny colored van
It pulled off on the shoulder,
I wondered of its plan
The back doors slowly opened
and there before my eyes
Stood a gorgeous woman
beneath these sunny skies
Her eyes were soft and sable
with hair a darker hue
She smiled and said hello to me
I said, “How do you do?”
She stood before my table,
I couldn’t help but stare
First she touched an apple,
then she touched a pear
Suddenly she shouted,
for now her hand did reach
Excitedly she questioned
“Please may I have a peach?”
All I could do was stutter,
as I could barely breathe
She took a bite and then exclaimed
“The sweetest I believe”
Then she grabbed a couple,
and walking to her van
Sat upon the rear end sill,
then patted with her hand
I stumbled there to join her,
she handed one to me
“I just adore your peaches”
“Yes ma’am, that I can see”
I sat there with her eating
and maybe I am dumb
But juice was dripping from her lip,
I brushed it with my thumb
This seemed to make her happy,
her beauty such a view
Then I could not believe my ears,
She asked, “Can I kiss you?”
Well, forget what I said earlier
the “dumb” part wasn’t right
I pressed my lips against hers
and held them there real tight
They were sweet and sticky,
delicious like the fruit
Then we separated,
she grinned and said, “You’re cute”
“I really think I love you
and will forever true”
I felt my heart just skip a beat,
“Yes ma’am, I love you too”
“I just adore your peaches,
they’re the best in all the land”
We kissed again, this time good bye,
she climbed into her van
I watched as she departed,
standing on the curb
Thinking of her kisses
and the last thing that I heard
Then felt kind of lousy
this pristine summer day
Not for what had happened,
but what I did not say
I didn’t have the heart to tell
this woman of my dreams
The fruits this day that she enjoyed
were really nectarines
Categories:
peaches, happy, imagination, love, ,
Form:
Rhyme
I knew a cat once named Peaches. He was an all-black cat, but not one of those that could be described like a “shadow”, never be named Bagheera, never moved like a “black bolt” or even be described as “mysterious”. You’d never mistake him for a bad omen. He wouldn’t make a very good Halloween mascot either, the boy ran with wide-eye from vacuum cleaners and drooled in his sleep for God’s sake. Peaches had one eye. I never asked him how he lost it, or if he traded it for some extra lives or something. Frankly, I don’t even know if he remembered having two. He, with astounding two-eyed confidence, would size up the antique, conversation stained dining room table and leap up there, skewed depth perception and all, to fall six inches short of his goal. Never seemed to bother him though, two seconds later (eight seconds in cat years) he’d wiggle his butt and give it another go. Never letting one eye or wood tables or any of life’s other traditional inconveniences stop him. He could have written really great self-help books. Now that I’m thinking about it, Peaches taught me a lot about life. Most importantly, that the two o’clock sun was the best place to close your eye and doze off for an hour (four hours in cat years), drool a bit, and dream of a world without vacuums.
Categories:
peaches, cat, pets,
Form:
Prose Poetry
She was a kleptomaniac,
His wife of thirty years.
The risks she took for stuff of little value
Had all but driven him to tears.
She had such low regard for the risk;
Always said, “If I’m caught, I’ll pay.”
“But what if they’re not satisfied?” he’d ask.
She just smiled and said, “That’ll be the day.”
When first they met, he thought her just young and wild;
And, after all, it really did no one any harm.
It was fun to watch her be so sneaky,
Kind of a sexy part of her appealing charm.
The stuff she stole was so petty,
But she seemed to have such fun.
After all, it wasn’t for the stuff she stole,
But for the thrill of what she’d done.
As time had passed, he had finally realized
It was a sickness, not just a game to play.
She’d steal something almost everywhere she went,
And she went somewhere almost every day.
So, it had gotten old and tiresome, completely out of hand.
His pleas of “Get some help.” she would ignore;
Tho’ she might have thought better of it
If she had known what was in store.
While grocery shopping, she tried to steal a can of peaches.
They caught her, called the cops, sent her off to jail.
She called her embarrassed and disgusted husband,
Who resentfully made arrangements for her bail.
When her court date came, he went along;
And when her case came up, he was by her side.
As the judge reviewed her charges, it seemed to him
That the judge’s patience was being sorely tried.
“Madam" the judge said angrily, "…a single can of peaches?
It’s obvious you have no desperate financial need.
You are wasting my court’s time with such farce.
So, Madam...how do you plead?"
She feigned regret. She bowed her head.
Surely such a ploy might change his attitude.
“Guilty, your Honor. I am so sorry.”
He growled, “Save your platitudes.”
Then he asked, “How many peaches were in the can?”
“Your Honor, I believe that there were ten."
“Madam, I intend to teach you a lesson this day.
You’ll think twice before you steal again.
You’ll serve three days in county jail for each peach in that can.”
Her husband saw his chance and said, “Your Honor, if you please,
Before you pass her final sentence, you should know….
She also stole a can of peas!"
Categories:
peaches, addiction, angst, betrayal, character,
Form:
Rhyme
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A Rondel
For LMB's contest
*Peaches, Pineapples, and Pears*
Peaches, pineapples and pears
chilled, topped over my angel food.
This helps to sweeten my sour mood,
this, my secret love affair.
I cut them into little squares
drain, contain, and later drink the juice.
Peaches, pineapples, and pears
chilled, topped over my angel food.
No other dessert can even compare
to this delicacy for me, not you.
I must satisfy my sweet tooth,
there won't be enough to share!!!
Peaches, pineapples, and pears...
6/2/2010
Name withheld until contest is over
Categories:
peaches, foodangel, angel,
Form:
Was lonely like a man who sits on a throne,
Who has never felt a kiss on a collar bone.
Feeling departed I found myself at a party
Exploring a girl like she was an African Safari.
She got me writing novels
With a lustful theme,
And taking entire naps without a single dream.
Now when I write poems
I don’t have to steal,
Because the words I can feel
And what I say is real.
She even has me talking to myself
On public transportation.
Driver thinks I’m crazy,
He asks me for registration.
We go through the peaches and cream
As though it was rehearsed.
In the past it fell apart
As though the peaches were cursed.
After a couple years
The peaches became sour;
Tried to spend time together,
But we counted the hours.
My success came from a fear
Of being nobody,
Coupled with a fear
Of seeing her with somebody.
Now I write against time
And to the tune of two clocks.
The words are so important
That I need a soap box.
You light up the darkness
That I could not handle.
In my depression
you were my candle.
I want to end this poem,
But I know your friend is not your friend.
I still struggle with a hope
That you and I will make amends.
Now in a state of mind
Where I’m doing things
On the edge of scary.
The pain you put me through
Inspired me to be revolutionary.
Pain made my words flow smooth,
They seem more Veteran.
It makes me smoke so much weed,
My diet seems more vegetarian.
Must forget about you,
And all the pain you put me through.
I want to revolutionize peace,
So people have to hear me speak;
Ideas permeating slow
Like the broken window theory.
Still thoughts of you make me speculate
On where my mind was at
When your words carried so much weight.
My life is at the age
Where I can truly understand
That love is women’s revenge on man.
Love became a game so cut throat,
It often had me sweating
In a desert with a coat.
It had me in the club,
With a soar throat and singing the blues.
I sung about how reality
Is often the bearer of bad news.
Like a chore
I would often schedule time to ignore you.
Like a child I had to grow up
To realize how much I adored you.
Categories:
peaches, beauty, first love, lost
Form:
Blank verse
Wherever peaches grow I go and pick 'em.
When they get ripe I try and swipe 'em.
The farmer runs out with a shotgun and wonders where's the varmint gone?
I'm hiding by the railroad tracks stacking the peaches I've found.
Then a freight train about a mile long rolls by hauling a bucket of rain.
I hop aboard while beautiful clouds gather to the north.
I put my peaches in the bucket and lug it to a hidden part of the train.
The rain begins, the night looms in, it's summer and it's thoughts and warm.
To the clacking rumble and the patter I close my eyes and dream.
An earthquake swallows up the people who wear horrible masks of fright as
their daily tasks are trampled.
In a favorite movie theater an illumined lady puts her hand in mine, warm
mouths, breath, skin, hair wing-soft, whole bodies, wind, bare.
I open my eyes at sunrise there's a steady glow of light around.
If you can believe in God, you can believe the mountains go from purple to
green.
While the last partier meanders home to bed the first farmer is up to milk his
bread.
Fruit of the world ripens audibly and cities make a silent, distant sound.
Lonely guy stretches, rubs his eyes, pees out a passing train, has a
breakfast of peaches and rainwater.
Categories:
peaches, beautiful, body, fruit, god,
Form:
Verse
Find my sugar, find my soul
Find my heaven in a mixing bowl
Shake it up momma, dice me whole
Roll me up, jam me like a jelly role
Best real eggs I’ve ever seen
Not too soft, just in between
Best real bacon ever been
Canadian bacon, that’s what I mean
Buttermilk batter, fluffy and light
Flip me on over, done just right
Berry my blues in your morning light
Butter my soul up, sweeten my sight
Rock your tootsie roll my queen
Shake my biscuit pan out clean
Taste your jelly bean my dream
Fill me up a mess of that peaches and cream
http://mike-martin.net/Peaches and Cream
Categories:
peaches, food, humor, wife, woman,
Form:
Rhyme
I want peach with e.s., heavily involved.
Peach is to be included with impeach,
I want peach with I.M. at the beginning.
I claim peach with preserves in deep.
I said, "Peach with ment at the end of it."
I want peach with cobbler in it.
I want peach, glazed by bronze skin.
Peaches with the idea of impeach the evil President Barack Obama.
I want peach included with everything.
Don't bring me peach without I.M., in front of it.
Do not bring me peach without the intent of impeachment!!
Categories:
peaches, america, bible, black african
Form:
Epic
Peaches.
Bifurcating succulence.
Tastebuds speak delight.
Summers-past ice cream dreams.
Yum.
Categories:
peaches, food,
Form:
Cinquain
kissed by sweetness and
chased by tart bubbly makes an
oriental tang.
Categories:
peaches, food, imagination, places,
Form:
Haiku
Permit me to present a dark bird named Gypsy;
Pardon her silliness if she seems somewhat tipsy.
Pretending to be sinister, she’s one boorish brute.
Pecking in my kitchen, she is searching for fruit.
Pink apples! she scowls, these simply will not suit.
Pigeons prefer peaches, peeled, if you please.
Plainly speaking, my dog, Dr. Duke, quite agrees
Pacific pink apples, a tasty treat, just fine;
Persian peaches, however, make a most excellent wine.
written April 21, 2019
contest by Edward Ibeh, I chose the title A Glorious Alchemy
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry/contests/pick_a_title_vol3_alliteration__11919
Categories:
peaches, imagery, wine,
Form:
Alliteration
Unwrap an onion
and find
beneath the layers
nothing but tears.
While the peach
beneath the fuzz
and the succulent flesh
yields a hard
but sometime fertile stone
to carry the future
Categories:
peaches, fruit,
Form:
Free verse