Raspberries Poems - Poems about Raspberries

silently, I walk a sun blown field my childhood lips red with raspberries that grow wild behind our home my fingers stained with the sweet juice I hear my own childhood laughter floating echoing in my dream . . . until it fades...

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Rich in vitamin C, Red and juicy is this Rubus plant genus that Requires sun and rain in Regions moist and clement. Russia leads in their growth. Roses they are kin to!...

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Ripened by the sunshine Red and very juicy Ready for me to eat Rich in vitamin c Really nice as snacks Rinse before you eat them - Risk of small wriggly worms!...

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Sticky luscious kiss, wild raspberries on your lips; Your hands in my hair warm from a day in the Sun, it must be Summer magic; Wet temperature, soaking Florida rainstorm; Your magnetism; I submit to your downpour, thunder when our lips collide; Slipping on sugar, giving in to your tartness; I wake up, wishing; ...

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Picking black raspberries Wading through briars and underbrush Knowing that there are snakes and spiders and such Blue stained fingers capture the white lie That laughs from lips dry, thirsty For a sense of fluid feelings drizzling on naked skin Drained by the tangerine sun glowing Breathing light across the penetrating shadows Aching to color hope with blazing embers of assurance Thoughts drift across...

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Orange blossoms forth. Animated heat and light. A candle's flicker. Morning skies awake. Misty air has gone away. Blue's expanse open. Surprise raspberries. Summer sun overgrown wild. Green turned sweet Red....

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Burnt raspberries. There I've said it. The words collided In my mind until A perfect jam appeared. That's what you get, She said, For being so unrestrained. Yet I never thought it so. At the time it was Just another merger, Another pairing, Like two who mate And swirl in a dance. The dance of life Is all it takes To make jam....

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Raspberries and Lilacs Wanting to go back, heart snags on reality... wanting to unravel time, pluck the years off one by one Better times paint pictures in the mind, but they are air-brushed renditions Wanting to bathe in the perfume of lilacs Raspberry essence No choice now Walk to knock on Death's black door Denied entrance No gilded invitation No crashing this party...

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picking raspberries heavy with red ripe berries... blown by the spring storm ...

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You asked me to paint you a picture Remember? I laughed at the cliché but asked you what of And you said: Anything. As long as the Earth serves as the canvas And succulent red raspberries the paint. Remember when we took our clothes off? ...

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