Short Apple Pie Poems
Short Apple Pie Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Apple Pie by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Apple Pie by length and keyword.
warm apple pie
sticky cotton candy
a favorite worn blanky
or a shaggy teddy bear
precious dreams
as sweet as
mother's kisses
your taste
don't to waste
you sweet
you make me beep
your a love treat
for you i would die
thi no lie
BABY YOUR MY
APPLE PIE
Full on apple tree
Sometimes predicts cold weather
Cutting out the worms
Rescuing the sweetest part
Delicious apple cobbler
red, ripe and juicy
sweetly stewed, wrapped in pastry ...
apple pie delight
This is neither poetry, nor art,
It is not an ending or a start,
but in all sincerity, says I,
"May I have a slice of apple pie?"
When you ask 'soldier
what he fights for, it is not
apple pie and dear
old mom, nope this is what he
fights so hard for; a woman
An apple pie
is a symbol of life's joys
to know it's the simplest things
that bless us the greatest comfort
and light all worth the while
I like sweet or savory
and triple berry
a meat pie like my dad made
sugar apple pie
tart lemon meringue
and pumpkin
pie
Sweet cinnamon apple pie
Best ice cream on top
Light flaky sugary crust
Each bite paradise
Heavenly dessert
Melts in mouth
Wow!
Adam was formed of dust with lust
So God gave Eve quite a big bust
An apple a day
Made apple pie pay
And Eve was crowned, "Miss Upper Crust"!
Garden freshly picked apples
Green, tart granny Smith's
Crunchy and juicy, total
Taste explosion-wow
Apple pie and juice
Yummy tastes
Great!!
Everything a body could need
How happy could it make you be
When nothing can make you is fulfilled
As black coffee and apple pie ending your meal
I think upon Annette and Yvonne.
From A to Y, I said goodbye.
Now, there's cherry and pecan.
I breathe a gentle sigh.
I still love Zesty apple pie.
The good fairy is sprinkling
Her sleepy dust
Across your face and
You're getting sleepy
So, go to sleep little one
Close your eyes
Dream of apple pie
Reflections
blood stained, long sharp knife
apple pie smell, window sill
snow covered forest
Robert J. Lindley, 9-07-2018
Haiku, ( a cool Spring day)
They say at the Bishop's estate
Was butter and bread on a plate
In the blink of an eye
It became apple pie
And that's how the Bishop gained weight . . . .
I emit a happy sigh
when I think of apple pie.
I pray to angels, above, on high
for an abundant supply,
and that its aroma may amplify
glorious apple pie.
Oh Dear, what can the matter be
Somebody chain-sawed down, my beloved apple tree
There will be no apple pie now, for our tea
Its just custard for you and me
Come let's celebrate the fourth of July
With baseball, hot dogs, and Mom's apple pie
We're sure to ignite
Fireworks at night
So head on over, we'll light up the sky
Apples from the backyard tree
Sliced thin and sugared
Cinnamon, nutmeg, butter
Pile in tender crust
Bake 'till golden brown
A la mode
Mom!
My
mother's
apple pie
straight from oven
smiling memories of her warm kitchen
frowning, the pie had disappeared from view
in the tree house
three bad boys
eating
pie
Jelly Belly
Syrup
Pancakes
Apple Pie
My belly's so jelly
I could cry;
can't go out
cause I'm way shy,
Big shirts I'll have to buy!
McCuen Copyright October 2008
Crazy variance in the weather this June
High of 90F to 60F next day, a different tune
Soon be July
Like hot apple pie
Running around naked, sweltering I assume
There was an old maid named Clorenza Brown.
She had her eye upon Willian Lee Crown.
She baked him apple pie
the hard crust was so dry
that poor William caught first stage out of town.
Give me a slice of apple pie with some cheese.
It tastes delicious and it's sure to please.
It's the tastiest thing I've ever put in my mouth.
You make the greatest apple pie in the south.
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