Orchards Poems - Poems about Orchards

February 27th Lower Peninsula of Michigan One week of true cold and snow is all This year Today is the warmest day ever recorded For this entire month An ancient age is passing Winter shorter To the flowing length of my shadow Stretched longer and further from the elder sun In my backyard Pileated Woodpeckers like black-eyed dolls Dressed in too-tight red coats Are early treasures To the...

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I pick your apples with a gentleness uncharacteristic of my kind. I eat them with a fervor that may only come from me. You are my garden of Eden and I gladly take any fruit the snake may provide me Because having a piece of you, however unlasting, is better than having none. Because I hold onto you like...

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A man-child they call Abie Name's Menachem Levy (Levi in Hebrew rhymes with Abie) A scion of the orchards and fields played 'soldier' with sword and shield 1964,...

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For My Sister and Brother Poets Mornings, again refreshed, I wield up a sledgehammer to strike the stone walls of the confinement of my assigned nativity...then seek to emigrate from those Purposes...to go settle, an immigrant, in the more fertile territory of Meanings, trusting a disclosure of my birthright as a citizen among the searching population at...

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Autumn Dances Autumn dances lively minuets, A kiss of frost upon her cheek, Joyful celebration dance With twirling scarlet leaves – Amber autumn calls, From orchard fields, Take her hand - Come and Dance!...

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[AFTER ALL THE INNOCENT RAPE VICTIMS.] Ah! Cruel orchards! Humiliates, tortures! Until the angel comes Beneath the abode of stars; From the heavens mass Revealing downwards! Ah! Fortune on Evildoers! Deserters, The lusty deceivers. Cruel dwellers Of the cruel orchards! Of brutal colors. Ah! Vanish their fears! O victimised onlookers; Zombies! Soulless cowards! Chained wanderers Destroyers, Of serene orchards! Ah! Lonely walkers! Egregious hunters, Solitary Deciders Of humanity the losers! Good pretenders They're Satan's worshipers! Ah! Mental Prisoners, Of love, home.Lethal...

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Orchards of Opportunity Alone in the orchard of opportunities surveying the ripened potential I pondered the fruitful labor of others enviously sniffing the succulence of success. Knowing that their success was only mine in theory, in dreams, in unlimited potential. Before me lay the future’s untilled fields awaiting a touch, a vision, an awakening. Planting a thought, a theory, an inspiration, tending it, winnowing...

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Apples in orchards Apples in orchards crashing like snowflakes to the ground, They fall into the baskets to be eaten now. They have ripened and at last we can taste their juices; This fruit of the loom brings pleasure to our mouths. Vineyards drunk dry by drunken Mediterranean’s, Create a wine so divine, you would swear it was a God send. There...

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Walking through the orchards and dreaming as the soft summer wind comes lifting the scent of orchids in the air…well I'm all smiles today as last night keeps repeating its self in my mind I can still hear you saying you are the one I’ve waited my whole life to find want you please be...

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Me and you, babe, are like Teacher and her apple. Though like Eve we are tempted by Satan's apple. I picked you high above, far from reach, glistening from summer days, picked from the tree a fresh apple. 'Twas the poetic thing to say, but really I saw you in Facebook on products made by Apple. Some think we don't gel...

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Jasmine blossomed from the concrete of heaven while angels sing soft melodies that land on the intimacy of my soul My eyes left perplexed captivating the presence of this beauty from a gentle smile that falls from the petals of this delicate flower The warmth of my heart, declared from the rays of the sun...

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September has come and the ripe orchards abundantly display their delicious fruits: peaches of delicate rose, and cherries of deep red! Teens, with their empty baskets, anxiously run to pull them off the drooping branches; and one of them yells, " I have gotten the first one! " What a gleeful celebration for youngsters about to return to loved-and-hated school with their band-new...

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