Best Tartness Poems

I’m lavender; I’m apple-tartness green
or colored cream like fleece - a peaceful ewe.
Pastel, I’m hushed; when gold or red, I preen.
Like ice cream of a most peculiar hue,
I’m Baskin-Robbins licorice-flavor blue.
I’m fanciful as pink and rarely frown
reflecting sequins of my rainbow gown.


Written ages ago, I...

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The task begins with awareness, and freedom without it is harmful. So let us not look back in fury or forward in panic, but rather around in awareness. By Poet



Let me tell you a story.

Can you Imagine a harsh quiet? Jeers sneer idleness,
or scoff to...

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I am an evening of scented season,
wondering if you've given me
this stairway with the gold curls. 
Who changed her name to Stacy?
Later in my throbbing red heart,
you were forest green and lush apples.

I have learned to pick my apples,
the reddest ones no matter what season.
Then...

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This has got to be the best pie in the world..
It is a meat eaters pie,abounding with tart flavor
which explodes in your mouth with each bite. 
It is not a subtle or beautiful pie,  no fancy
decorations here. Just a perfect crust,not to
delicate..it must hold...

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Our lives are like a Sugar Daddy Sucker,
Where each new day we get one lick.
Most days are sweet but oft we pucker,
Finding tartness as we near the stick.

We find some licks filled with madness,
On others the caramel we taste.
Some licks start with joyful gladness,
But later...

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You took your sunshine smile with you
       when you left me with my eyes raining salty tears.

                 My mind is clouded in shades...

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Awaiting the descent of light,
Darkness befalls
Intimate shadows emerge,
Within a silvery...eerie mist.

His dark...predatory presence,
Atop her pallid...shiny skin
Entwined...silhouettes
Unrestrained...immortal love
His muscles burst with definition.
As he positions his masculine intuition,
He sinks his pearl teeth into the bite.

Seduced by his jaw’s clinch;
Indulged by the bitter taste.
He removes his black cloak,
Releasing...

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It is apple pickin' time in Georgia
Come get them while they're crisp and not quite ripe 
Bite into apple's delicious tartness
From the tree's garden of Eden a few swipe

Down where the apple blossoms in springtime
Many hearts flourish fulfilling life's fate
And red grapes produce a fine...

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Summertime, a wonderful time full of nostalgic teenage memories
I spent many weekends with my best friend Tina at Bear Pond Park
Memories of packing our swimsuits, towels, music and bagged lunches 
And We always brought our spending money for the snack shack

We chewed grape bubble gum...

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screwed.bumped.bruised.fingers caressing a flossy silhouette which happens to be a cup of
brewed coffee.savoring its stunning richness while helplessly  drowned in sincere fondness
from its hypnotic scent.better than hell.better than a new-mown hay.better than anything
else that i have sniffed. it's captivating whiff has a distinct likeness...

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like "Warheads" candy
I suck the tartness off first
sweetness is inside...

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Little green apples,
where you were hiding,
in the blossoms on my tree.

Hummingbird hovered,
bees kissed the white blossoms,
promised little green apples.

Little green apples,
who would taste your tartness first?
blue jays, swallows, or me?

Last season's apples,
wrinkled skin scattered under tree,
like the forgotten old men....

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From this steeple,
I can watch you zigzag
Unconditionally,
Following your own paths,
Building your own bridges,
Paving your own roads,

And I know that God is watching
From every angle.
I find sweetness in the tartness
Of life among solemn peasants
Who safeguard their own incompetence,
Produced by their own selves.

When God shouts upon deaf...

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The sun paired well with the apple 
Sugar
The tartness and sweetness 
Reminded me of the days
And I stepped outside to feel the sun on my face
And the trees and the grass 
All green
And the rainbow umbrella used the spring 
And the water glass was clean...

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Deep moments trip oomph's party line,
Urge taste to know sweet-sour punch;
Kind flavours grip sure tartness fine,
Use funds our flow of blissful crunch.
Fruits of a kind where tropics fling,
Rush of fancy in tasty bits;
Unfurl fond finds hot weather brings,
Indulge happy as morsels fit;
Touch silky skin with...

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