Oranges Poems - Poems about Oranges

I. Sighting I saw you through refracted light- a prism of chance splitting ordinary into spectrum. Wind-tangled hair terra cotta and rosemary beneath your nails the scent of soil and citrus on your skin. You carried mysteries-living things I wanted to cradle. I didn’t find you- you found...

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Why won’t poets write about us? Is rhyming with orange that troubling? Don’t we, like other fruits need thus: To be showered with praises all bubbling? We have stunning looks and great taste But where are the poems and sonnets? We are saddened that no one makes haste To promote us on shirts or bonnets. We hate to complain about this, But it’s awful...

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Peelings of oranges lying on the floor, Forging a scent of a time that had passed long ago, Obliterated shards of memory started to ignite, Diving to the forest of crimson pale light, Crushing into nothingness and falling into oblivion in the depths of night, Your twisted knife lies in my heart, Two unforgiven frivolous fragments of freedom fall apart, Your pleading...

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When you rest, your head between my shoulder and jaw My eyes forget every weight they ever carried or ever saw I'm just a man, but to me, you are the world without every flaw When your sweet oranges look up at me, I am forever in awe My sadness is eviscerated by each breath you will ever draw...

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On a tree Overcome by the scent of citrus Sitting on a branch plucking fruit With the rhythmic sound of grass below me The wind blowing the grass like waves Filling the air with musicality The blossoms Yellow and white With the possibility to be greater then buds Tightly closed but ready to open Offshoots of the bigger, stronger...

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Not all fruit ripens at the same time, ...

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Was it just the juice of oranges? Was it childish innocence? Was it just a summer barefoot-song? Have I swallowed it amiss? My mouth remembers tasting it - remembers it was sweet. Where is the salty flow of tears? Did sorrow soak into the soil – or run, or roll, into a wider sea? A sighing breath escapes. Has every piece of me grown...

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Oranges, oranges, oranges galore! Rinse, and quarter, then stack some more! :D...

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blood oranges live up to their name When you cut into them their insides are crimson as if they are alive with blood, but unlike our blood it was not blue before the cut...

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A day’s routine so easily holds me captive. I confess to mindless, museless departures, Brainless unpoetic habits so unreflective, That I cannot dwell in momentary textures. But January ripens oranges on my neighbor’s tree, Marking spring’s beginning in California. Midwestern groomed; such play awakens me. Fat, lush oranges tumble all over the area. Bold bright balls, they must be painted, Landing in my...

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Oranges Frost in Florida once, I planted an orange tree among thousands of other orange trees in an orchard when in Florida. The coppice belongs to a friend of mine who invited me to plant the tree a day of wine and songs remembering the old day when we lived in the Algarve. I can pick out my orange tree among...

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oranges are staining my nails squirting and spreading juice aromatic, wet, tasty, sometimes tart, sometimes sweet some can juice them I try but fail buying my juice at a store...

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Orange and oil The old man smells odd like burnt wires Black & cryptic desires oranges and oil! Static erupts like infinite fire. Noise white grows in volume, even higher. oranges and oil... Oxygen runs onyx tubes lighter. The old man is a dying fighter... Orange and oil odd objects ornate resonate with our oblique imagery. Tangled on barbwire... oranges and oil smell like a burnt twisted...

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squirrels get frisky cold weather aids their enthusiasm round and round the tree they run horses glad to be walking on cool asphalt loving the oranges and browns of autumn...

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Oranges and oil old smells like burning wires Black cryptic desires An iron hand upon the velvet oranges and oil static noise white hot glows Softly in the night Ominous opulence oblivions volume even higher oranges and oil Blue oxygen runs onyx tubes brighter memories expire An old man a dying prize fighter Conspires An...

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