Cider Poems - Poems about Cider

Mulled Cider Memories Santa Claus sees what we are doing. We rejoice in grandly... snow-shoeing. And, oh we do love our hot, mulled cider. Especially next to a warm, cozy, fire! Christmas tunes joyfully fill many a home. Friends an relatives here, who do Love...

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Crisp air, a fall day's hue, Apple cider donuts, warm and round, A taste of autumn, sweet and true. Crisp air, a fall day's hue, Cinnamon and sugar, through and through, A comforting, familiar sound. Crisp air, a fall day's hue, Apple cider donuts, warm and round. ...

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Eating donuts until we are full. We take our time, picking our haul. Apple pie, jam, and cider. We hear a cute barn cat purr. We see farm animals too. Goats climbing, like they do. On this sunny, fall day. On this bench, I wish to stay. But we must go before the rain. Holding my bag, the trip was not in vain. At home,...

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Life could be a dream ;for the ones who won't care. Every moment,every minute,feels fortunate to be there. Any trade from his aspect in life,won't be fair, Living like the end;is near Even if he's surrounded by all Portraying the daughter of King Lear. The vision of life ain't linear Living like Apple Cider Vinegar Seems like every gun has pressed its...

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on a cold fall day I sit sipping fresh pressed warm apple cider...

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sipping mostly home this year autumn flavors all hold dear for lets confess from trees to press orchards bring good old cheer. ...

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Sunlight gleams through the branches of the trees, Running feet rumbling the soft ground, Clusters of red among the green leaves. Children laughing, being chased by bees, Snapping off apples, firm and round, Sunlight gleams through the branches of the trees. The smell of cider wafting in the breeze, Wishing the orchard was open year-round , Clusters of red among the green leaves. Dads...

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CIDER TIME Just like the leaves, apples eventually fall An early hint of October’s natural bounty The time to be making more cider is now On misty mornings, picked from the bough Recognised as due, throughout the county A sharp taste not sweet, preferably small Washed and sorted, chopped and crushed The juice is strained, then left to ferment But a little sugar and...

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When We Know A Cool Apple Cider Would Be Nice Brownish red hues emitted from angry red skies Such depths of emotions sometimes are born from lies Much as rattle-snake rings it tails before it bites Poor country boy sang, save me, just before he dies And there was no angel to save him that black-night As wild river turns and...

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Cider, you,me…in front of an insouciant fire. Cinnamon cider swirling in cloissone cups. Life, a perfect sunset in your amber-chocolate eyes, I dearly sought. Later, to our bed, to peacefully retire. The calico cat’s tail wound about our feet. The tartan blanket embellished us in beauty. Creating wedding plans, a pleasurable duty. In graciousness, that we so blessed did meet.! ...

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It's on one of those cold Bengaluru evenings When you've begun to contemplate About how your life has led you to this point of desolation. Who are you and what have you done To the energetic, happy-go-lucky boy With dreams of building mansions on the moon? And yes, to the world outside, It may seem like you're playing a piano, But there's something plastic...

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I always knew the cider mill was across the road, Down a little ways from Grandma's house. This day, it must have been October; The afternoon sun was shining hot; The side of the road was dusty. A steady sound was chug-chugging through the air On top of the sweet dusky smell of over-ripe apples. I went to have a look. The...

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Autumn crisp apples bob in the rain filled barrel. Yellow frosts the tips of the highest leaves, and olive beige acorns crunch underfoot. Sunlight is gold dust chilled on the edge of the morn' sky. Hot apple cider....

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Mulled Cider M-is for Merry Christmas. U-is for unforgettable lights! L-is for lullabies to the Christ L-is to laughter with those you love E-is the heady fragrance of evergreens D-is for decorations, so divine C-is for the carols we happily sing I-is for the infant, Jesus, our King D-is for December,snow on the...

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I come from the West Country it’s the best place to be they say there is incest but I don’t love my own sis We be drinking up in cider bars we do it for a wider ahrse it’ll make you smile true we got tractors we don’t need cars Because we be drinking up thy cider jolly old times...

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