Peaches Poems | Examples

Summer

Longer days
vacation stays
packed beaches
eating peaches

sudden showers
picking flowers
water slides
carnival rides

wearing shorts
playing sports
snow cones
skipping stones

riding bikes
long hikes
swimming pool
staying cool.

Peaches and Cream

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

Up Early Picking Peaches From His Tree

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 from his tree
Wife a lovely maiden, her love she shares
Farm is not much, twenty acres and a mule
Envy no, he thinks they do not compare
Beside he has a pretty daughter so like a jewel

Nothing like rich man's iron gate horse farm
Farmer lives simply does nobody harm.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Aug 11th, 1971

Peaches and Poems

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 the bed
Nothing much rattles inside my head
And when it does, it’s better not said
So I’ve spent my time rowing instead

Sorry to be such a stranger these days
Just don’t seem able to find the right phrase
Likely I’m just going through a dry phase
All in good time, lift hands in praise

Just when it seems everything’s breezin’
In comes a front; fruit trees are freezin’
The Good Book says, there’s always a reason
Peaches and poems, each have their season

Ripe Peaches

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 squeeze the center and it does it too.
I keep running fingers all around it, in and out it
underneath it, like those around me do.

Yet still peachy they remain, as last they were
and watching yes they laugh so hard and knew.

Well, i guess i can always wipe that kiss off your
face, but i'm thinking if i do, what if the rest i miss
and pass them by and the best i left behind.

Nothing Like Store Bought

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

Luscious Peaches

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

Sandy Peaches

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.


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Roots

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 the summer
and reaped them ripe for her brothers
and watched them grow
in the French sun,
dancing with them when they fell
and loving them into pâtisserie.

These days I pick her peaches
as she watches for the last time
the trees that touched
her mother, and hers before,
and water the ground
when her fingers are too old.

Doing my part 
in the namesake of sisterhood
for the indefinite daughters
to come.

These are the peaches,
great pink European peaches,
That are the sweetest.

Peaches

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 flood the buds of the tongue and roof.
Either white- or yellow-fleshed drupe;
Peaches in season are delicious!
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Note:
	The name “peach” is derived from Persia, from which the fruit was transplanted to Europe. Peaches belong to the stone fruit (aka drupe) family and can have either white or yellow flesh. Cultivated peaches are classified as clingstone, freestone, or semi-freestone/semi-clingstone depending on whether the flesh sticks to the stone or not. Peaches with white flesh typically are very sweet with little acidity, whereas yellow-fleshed peaches typically have an acidic tang coupled with sweetness. Low-acid, white-fleshed peaches are the most popular varieties in China, Japan, and neighbouring Asian countries, while Europeans and North Americans tend to favour the acidic, yellow-fleshed cultivars.

Peaches

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

Impeach My Peaches

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 make sure, 
they could eat, 
and sleep, and live, 
in peace. 
I wanted my signature to count, 
a citizen among illegals (above the law). 
I wanted my pledge to matter, 
to those in charge. 

We put them there, 
we put them all there, 
in the houses on the hill. 
We should evict some, 
for non payment 
of the honor and glory
they promised 
in taking the job. 

The Koran is not the bible. 
America, “In God We Trust”

We need to impeach…
the safe zones, sanctuary cities 
“they” created to protect, 
“their” own families, and friends, 
not ours or yours. 
We need to vote, 
and make sure who is voting, 
has that right. 

The only ones against the truth
are those with agendas, 
or have already sold out, 
to sin and lies.

The Passionate Prime

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 to grin
across the Georgia state
so take a bite
of such delight
a splash of nectar charm
and wipe the smile
that all the while
was dripping down your arm.....

by martin gedge ©

All Peaches Have Pits

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.

Pigeons Prefer Peaches

Permit me to present a dark bird named Gypsy;
Pardon her silliness if she seems somewhat tipsy.
Pretending to be sinister, she’s one boorish brute.
Pecking in my kitchen, she is searching for fruit.
Pink apples!  she scowls, these simply will not suit.
Pigeons prefer peaches, peeled, if you please.
Plainly speaking, my dog, Dr. Duke, quite agrees
Pacific pink apples, a tasty treat, just fine;
Persian peaches, however, make a most excellent wine.

written April 21, 2019
contest by Edward Ibeh, I chose the title A Glorious Alchemy
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry/contests/pick_a_title_vol3_alliteration__11919

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