Best Vineyard Poems

Summer lay lazily over the land.
The languid weight of wind and water 
bowing tree limbs, chasing sand 
squalls over sidewalks.

Cyclist meander down aisles
of Rose of Sharon shrubbery past 
banks of day lilies and Pez-purple
hydrangeas.

Tourist, colorful as the flowers,
buzz through seaside shops in flip flops 
the...

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You have not yet learned how to scream
Nor shout or yell or call
You have learned how to bottle
Pouring wines from your fingertips
You are a vineyard of emotions
Anger plucked too early from the vine
Is the sourest crop you grow here
But guilt is your most popular flavor
You...

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vines grow free
the ruins crashed in nature
gray and green...

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The two rulers were King Ahab and Queen Jezebel
from the city Jezreel, in the land of Israel.
A vineyard owned by another man in the city
became a very coveted piece of property.
This is a plot of ground stationed in propinquity
to the royal couple’s palatial facility.
King Ahab...

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Vigorous, plentiful
vines, diligently pruned
venture trained upon wire,
vast leaves cropped for dolmas.
Valued for complex taste,
vermillion morsels make
vintage wine with patience.

5-4-2021
Pleiades V Poetry Contest
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Let the poor in my vineyard
Gleaning and eating
Even strangers I attest
Come to the harvest
Sweet grapes for the souls
Behold thy
Feast!

© Joseph, 1/3/08
© All Rights Reserved


This religious Epulaeryu is based on Leviticus 19:10 and Deuteronomy 23:24.  
The “Epulaeryu” poem is about delicious food and drinks. It...

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The blueberry vine climbs steadily upon the giant tree
swarming vineyards with thick shrubs and laden branches
succulent berries stacked together in massive vineyards
Feeding the mass and nourishing hungry appetites. 
Luscious blueberry vines span all over the land 
Filling homes and gardens with enough juice for everyone.

Amidst...

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VINEYARD ROMANCE 

  

  

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The chartreuse pearls hung on the pregnant vine
as whispered jade of leaves in autumn breeze.
The necklaces of trellis did entwine
like clefs of absinthe notes in verdant keys.

3/5/18

Original poem:  Grape Harvest
10/20/17

Rithium Divisa 2 Contest
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The fake isolation of the island insinuated the fostering of remnants;
remnants of religious fervor, close knit seafaring families, and rugged farmers;
remnants of power past and present.

A fog shrouded canvass awaits the onslaught of August revelry.
And, where widows walked the peeks of robber barons manses, the...

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We once little in perfect peace,
Your vineyard on a hill.
Existing together you made us free,
A Father’s perfect will.

One day a curious thought crept in,
A foolish notion of strength.
A little idea whose conception was sin,
Gave birth to the wider array.

Soon we were suffocating,
Inhaling a blanket of...

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Singing maniacally,
To cover all sadness.
Crying silently,
Wanting to drowned out the madness. 

Hiding quietly,
Trying to mask the pain.
Pacing incessantly,
Careful to not go insane.

A playful attitude,
To shield off any unwanted grief.
The toughest dude,
If you don't think so, I'll bust your f****** teeth.

Babes so young,
Living way before their...

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She O She
was hungry for love O she
jealously; cutting off for no god damn reason 
makes She bleed
dark hair lovely as a horse mane 
death is become of her since man's shame
O Beloved!
how wrong of you to cut it off
for its written for she and...

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The vineyard is planted
The grapes are growing
The Master Vintner
Is tending the vine
The grapes are growing
It won’t be too long now
With Christ in the Kingdom
We’ll taste the new wine
It won’t be too long now
The wait will be worth it
The Master Vintner
Is tending the vine
The wait will...

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UndefeaTed.  A Boxing Lesson.

A friend, off the Vineyard,
wrighted a ship.
And, perhaps himself,
and certainly the worlds ‘round him.
His words were fashioned, shipshape and watertight
as were the splines and bungholes and rudder pins and
All the Things I didn’t know what they were.
All the Things I didn’t...

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