Grapevine Poems - Poems about Grapevine

Two full glasses

A full glass of red wine,
each time I choose to dine.
It always makes me feel fine,
as if I need it to always shine.
In my body, it builds a shrine:
it's my own sacred lifeline.
I got it from a grapevine,
A bond I entwine,
as now mine:
online
in line,
It's divine.
I can never again decline.

It isn't for a drinking spree.
A glass

Grapevine

 Twilight is a poltergeist of sadness.
Leaning to the sun to steal its hind rays.
Vineyard seems to be their fount of gladness 
Twilight is a poltergeist of sadness.
Tilting grapes on vine at night's showiness.
As clocks preserve hone time, prepare your days
Twilight is a poltergeist of sadness.
Leaning to the sun to steal its hind rays. 

Written: February

Riding To the Grapevine

riding bicycles
along backwoods nature trails
in a caravan
down to the old cut grapevine
swinging the whole day away

FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written August 6, 2022
Submitted to: “Childhood Nostalgia” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul

Grapevine

If gods exist, they are a secretive bunch.

Heard It Through the Grapevine

I met a man who had sex with a chicken 
He had heard KFC was finger licken'  
He must have felt fried 
And cooped up inside 
When his two eggs started movin' and kickin'

 

A New Bawdy Humorous Limerick Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin 
2/18/2022

Our Magic Grapevine

In our youth and right NOW
my twin sister and I would 
slip into our very own
Emerald Doorway to a
Magical Queendom!

We often invited cousins and friends to bathe in
the strong sun rays of our enchanted realm.
The promise of FUN shown in our eyes
as we approached a certain Magical Spot
on our path thru the woods.

Looking over the

Grapevine

flowing 
        spring 
               river
a breezy 
         grapevine 
                 

Grapevine

if you hear it through the grapevine and believe it
then you're an ape minded eedyot

Slim and Chance

This is the story of Slim & Chance,
Always peacock-ing and runnin’ game
Dubbed the neighborhood know-it-alls
No two stories were ever the same.
Flashing names like badges
Like detectives on a case.
Til the tangled web of lies
They wove gave chase.
Tryna get by on the get by
Mouths runnin’ like Niagara Falls
Even once made front page 
Of The Grapevine Times and

Grapevine

Let the sun and moons switch off their lights
I have no complaint
One hundred zeroes in my room
Let them shine bright
Still hundred pictures I do paint


Till I have my grapevine
I live in cloud nine
Thunder lightning or rains
In my vein, no pain
They gladly aid my poetry design


 I had asked the spiralling vine
Would you one day stop

Opinion and the Grapevine

An Opinion blindly thinks, but
Boldly speaks out loud
Judgment of...Perspective on...
Doesn't matter to the crowd
As quick as it leaves the lips, it's retold with words anew
Snowballs fast, has bigger plans 
For Opinion's point of view
Big Ears-Big Mouths pass it on 
Reporting it; "As the truth!"
A small fish becoming a whale of a tale...
Without a single shred

Grapevine

Odd feels awkward
In thoughts backwards


Rumour floats buzz
Out-of-sync rust


A vile deceit
Streams vain conceit


Hurts and pain splash
A wicked flash


Spy versus spy
Who cares who cries?


Views vain and vile
Acid rain styles


Be wary then
Of grapevine trends


Too much, too late
That smearing fate


Be conscious now
Evil knows how




Leon Enriquez
09 December 2017
Singapore

Grapevine

Everybody loves grapes,
Sweet and tender berries,
Ripening in the sun,
What a splendid sight,
Nourished from mother root,
Embedded deep under,
In darkness she feeds,
Something we never see,
Or even think about,
Working actively,
Keeping stable her plant,
Holding tightly to the ground
Balancing and stabilizing,
Absorbing and watering;
Branches drink,
Like milk from the breast
Warmth of the sun cradles
Flowering beauty blossoms,
Children suckle in gladness,
Maturing fruit rejoice,
Bringing forth,
Intoxicating

Grapevine

through hard times and labor 
picked ripped from a color of the rainbow 
to show greedy people love defines infinity after we concurred this was after all. 
our journey through the grapevine, was long and sour. 
we are picked from that grape vine into a soul only we can only define. 
like living in someone

Remember the Grapevine

Do you remember the grapevine? Do you?
Do you remember the deer that stole from it?
Do you remember the stream that fed it?
Do you remember the dove that overhead flew?
I can't recall any of it--
I don't breathe air I breathe smoke and fire;
No I don't remember the grapevine.

Do you remember spring in the grapevine?
  

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