Cider Poems - Poems about Cider

...Solitude Solitude Also a life My life Solitude Existence It’s my life Solitude, Suffering Lost life, Death My life is death Master: No. You aren’t the Death Vilmos: Why do you say ......Read the rest...

...Mother did not bake apple pies, but she drank strong cider, which baked her brains. Dad had a sharp tongue, he picked his teeth with its forked tip. We were a one child family, there was a......Read the rest...

...She felt the soft brush of the grass upon her fingers as she tripped amongst the lazy Spring meadow. Her faint flesh blush, vibrant, aglow from the sweet cider she had sipped of the long forbidd......Read the rest...

... My heart will always be expecting good times many hearts expect good times their future lies in expectation of positive futures there is no substance to save the soul when expectation dies The......Read the rest...

...Wandering down a country lane Hearing singing on the breeze But it seemed to be coming From the region of my knees. Scouse was sitting in a dyke Singing with heart and soul Waiting for the ti......Read the rest...

...Bushels of apples are in tubs and bins all over the place A variety of kinds, yellows, reds, none a disgrace We cut out the bad spots and turn them into pie Fresh applesauce smells make the harves......Read the rest...

... Little Miss Muffet loved her curds and whey, give me a box of cereal with cold milk and I will be on my way. Along came a spider, <>...Read the rest...

... My heart will always be broken many hearts have been broken too the future feels hollow there is no substance felt in the soul when love dies There are reasons for the break but no rational......Read the rest...

...It's January and the cold winds blows the frosty weather beckons snow Stay inside within the warmth of hearth preheat the oven for it's time to start Bake those cakes and them some pies a peach ......Read the rest...

...The windfalls have been trod and gnawed upon. A sweet sludge of pith is spread across a ripe carpet of cider scented soil. Here in late autumn, an amber painted orchard is the heady mulch of......Read the rest...

...What to do? It's Saturday morning, 09:16, I'm hesitating, I don't know where I'm going. Where? Where should I go? To where? Oh, I have many ideas, I have many. You need it all It is now ......Read the rest...

...In glamor-light of sunset a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive and revive a sepia sky-scene— unworldly woolgatherers gather spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns of debutantes dancing with ......Read the rest...

...Our pot luck dinner starts with New Year’s Eve soup, made of glass noodles, vegetables, shredded chicken for long life. Five minutes before midnight, we pour champagne for the adults and a......Read the rest...

... iv. By Thanksgiving, their machinations no longer discreet, Voices from the walls and vents, betrayed their deceit. My family revealed as demons in flesh-and-blood guise, Christmas Day was the ......Read the rest...

...Of feet crinkles crispy snaps with your mate, as the ebbing tides that breaths winter's fate. Echoes summons a dusty field in white, closets freed skis and sleds still not quite right. Few sunflo......Read the rest...