Pear Poems - Poems about Pear

Spirits of the woodland deep. Gather, please, at gate. Shadow, dark fire, through me seep! Hummingbirds can hate! Where the prickly pear was grown? Deep beneath a lake. Where the angry god was thrown? Someone made mistake... There to build, O pyramid! Tumble down the step. Deterrence means getting rid? Soldiers, step with pep. Stars above the forest? From heaven, do ye swing? Harpsichords, harpy, ne'er rest. Sight-line, foe to...

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Higo M Chumbo ...

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in the aged pear tree ...

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my pear tree’s petals pearlescent in the sun . . . the blushing plum...

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A single mote of sand gives birth to a pearl, A seed of solace blossoms into a shell. Our time tide is an outlet for love, Charm clings to the heart's beating cells. These precision globes encircle our lives, Pure, utopian beads; lustrous, iridescent. Fruits of our labors are before us to savor, Our family memories are so full and vibrant. No treasure...

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I know I should not care About the skinny ribs of a pear But when you are eating one And your tooth gets hurt, it is no fun. I thought they did not have bones I said. Who told you that? Asked my neighbor Red. I had some before, and there was nothing hard inside. Maybe they took the ribs out, suggested...

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Oh my dear warmly womb, ...

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Pendulum clock grandfather caramel pear Pacified cogs set time tamper potential Tranquil hands erase a thousand arousals Blossom fuzz snow covers midday Summer thrum Camembert cows graze daisy dot Milky Ways ...

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pear tree scattered white blossoms.... middle of august ...

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OH PEAR ! As aliens who come from out there All our heads are the size of a pear Most consider us sane Despite a tiny brain Attending a conference, we swear...

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The bucolic scene spread before her full white hair That stupendous beauty whose silver did flair Overlooking the planted fields, waiting for harvest Youth, prodigious life in the past waiting to go the farthest...

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What is it that makes us what we are? Is it the air, the wind or a pear. We are only a part of life that we are produced in. The production of life is in God's hand. We take what God has given us and mold it into something great or something sad. The time given to us is...

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robins swoosh around up and down the pear tree stands gails blew pollen dusts robins left the tree fearing a storm will blow hard the pear tree was sad a new pair dropped by finches revel with raindrops pear tree smiled, birds soothed...

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I went to the orchard to pick a pear. I picked another so I’d have a pair. But now their skins I’d have to pare. One was all I had gone there for but soon I had a basket with four. For room, I moved them to the fore. It got late and I had quite the load. The hens roosted and...

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BAKED ALASKA GRINNED THROUGH THE SNOWY WINDOW, CREPE-SUZETTE NICELY SAT ITSELF ON A FANCY PLATE BELOW, NEW YORK CHEESECAKE WAS FIT AND STRAIGHT FROM QUEENS, STICKY TOFFEE PUDDING CLUNG ITSELF WHATEVER THAT MEANS. THE LADY CHEF WITH THE COOKING CAP WRESTLED WITH SPUN SUGAR, WHICH WRAPPED ITSELF AROUND HER GENEROUS BOSOM THUS...

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