Peaches Poems - Poems about Peaches

peaches and cream sure it means a complexion but could it also just mean peaches and cream? I do not know why not, grandma replied she cut some up and added milk “with sugar please” Grandma nodded “that makes it more like cream” her granddaughter told her...

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Up Early Picking Peaches From His Tree Eyes golden zenith holds mysteries galore like a blue streak feeds itself doubly blind in its wakings an old barn without doors the farm animals simply do not mind. Nobody saw, for sure nobody cares The farmer milks the cows so thirsty is he Digging for gold he does not ever dare Up early picking peaches...

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Not really sure what it’s all about Try as I may, nothing comes out It will return; I haven’t a doubt In the meantime, I’ll give out a shout Working a lot on the humble abode Fixing up potholes out on the road Once gushing words, to a trickle I’ve slowed One day again, the muse will explode Seems when I’m tired, needing...

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I knew a cat once named Peaches. He was an all-black cat, but not one of those that could be described like a “shadow”, never be named Bagheera, never moved like a “black bolt” or even be described as “mysterious”. You’d never mistake him for a bad omen. He wouldn’t make a very good Halloween...

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is it wicked of me, if i, buy a peach and it's too soft and ripe. If after these words it does, what you thought it would do and then it well, just might. And yes you know my fingers are more than, any thing they do and still you would have me, sigh. What if i pick the next one up, and...

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succulent citrus fruity and wet dripping down my chin I know I am in Georgia When I can pick my own peach Off of a tree in grandma's yard heavenly nectar, loving the taste nothing like store-bought...

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Baskets of peaches Ripe, juicy, luscious and warm Tangerine sun goes Summer left these gifts behind Like blooms of my memory Flamingos soon dance Along the edges of dusk Beautiful endings Preserves and pies are waiting A scarecrow waves in the field...

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Sandy beaches and firm fuzzy peaches. Smooth skin and the rain’s din. Dressed in black and ready to attack. Polite questions and subtle coy suggestions. Sand beaches and firm fuzzy peaches. (click on my pic to preview my poetry book!)...

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Grandma says that peaches are the best fruit. Sticky and sweet, with yellow flesh and rosy cheeks, and pink in my mind's eye. A salve for mental wounds, she said. She grew up with the greatest big peach trees in her backyard. They overlooked her farm with its golden rye and indigo grass so fragrant it bit the roots of my throat. She sang her peaches soft in...

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Peaches Peaches are my favourite fruit, Plump, juicy, and tantalizing Of cling and freestone varieties That are rounded, fitting in the hand And wrapped in fuzzy skin covers Of melded red and yellow colours. Each bite is a tasty adventure With exquisite flavours bursting Peachy squirtings into the mouth That floods the buds of tongue and roof. Either of white or yellow flesh Peaches in season are...

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Nestled in the stars one last light before night falls Peaches in the sky....

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Impeach My Peaches I voted for Donald Trump. I wanted a change in life. I wanted to believe, that my country, still was the best in the world, then when the prior President, told me (all of us) we, would never be… anything again. I voted for a life, that my kids would be happy. I wanted to...

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POEM "THE PASSIONATE PRIME" written by martin gedge Through the trees and colored leaves to branches far below there spins a gem from bud to stem against the summer glow with spurts of rain its face in flame the passion fruit is prime it's peachy clean like none you seen and juicy all the time so soft and sweet this tasty treat as seasons lie in wait the velvet skin from cheek...

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` Tending to my fruit stand, another lonely day Hoping for a customer to happen ‘long the way When then I saw approaching a funny colored van It pulled off on the shoulder, I wondered of its plan The back doors slowly opened and there before my eyes Stood a gorgeous woman beneath these sunny skies Her eyes were soft and sable with hair a darker hue She smiled and...

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All Peaches Have Pits By: Tom 8-12-2019 Haiku Life is like a peach, Sometimes its warm and fuzzy. But some days, the pits. ...

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