Short Cider Poems
Short Cider Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cider by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cider by length and keyword.
First fires...
Smoking chimneys...
Leaf mold and pumpkin spice...
Spiced cider and hot chocolate...
S'mores, mmmmm!
sweet red delicious apples
roll and bounce
across this
apple cider
floor
all of
the
red apples
while
i
am
still sure
sipping mostly home this year
autumn flavors all hold dear
for lets confess
from trees to press
orchards bring good old cheer.
Autumn crisp apples
bob in the rain filled barrel.
Yellow frosts the tips
of the highest leaves,
and olive beige acorns crunch
underfoot. Sunlight
is gold dust chilled
on the edge of the morn' sky.
Hot apple cider.
Crisp air, a fall day's hue,
Apple cider donuts, warm and round,
A taste of autumn, sweet and true.
Crisp air, a fall day's hue,
Cinnamon and sugar, through and through,
A comforting, familiar sound.
Crisp air, a fall day's hue,
Apple cider donuts, warm and round.
Mulled Cider
M-is for Merry Christmas.
U-is for unforgettable lights!
L-is for lullabies to the Christ
L-is to laughter with those you love
E-is the heady fragrance of evergreens
D-is for decorations, so divine
C-is for the carols we happily sing
I-is for the infant, Jesus, our King
D-is for December,snow on the ground
E-is for embraces with our family
R-if for revering and remembering
December 15, 2019
Life could be a dream ;for the ones who won't care.
Every moment,every minute,feels fortunate to be there.
Any trade from his aspect in life,won't be fair,
Living like the end;is near
Even if he's surrounded by all
Portraying the daughter of King Lear.
The vision of life ain't linear
Living like Apple Cider Vinegar
Seems like every gun has pressed its trigger
But, No! Never,he seemed to driven by despair
From the people he spent his life in havoc to care
Cider, you,me…in front of an insouciant fire.
Cinnamon cider swirling in cloissone cups.
Life, a perfect sunset in your amber-chocolate eyes, I dearly sought.
Later, to our bed, to peacefully retire.
The calico cat’s tail wound about our feet.
The tartan blanket embellished us in beauty.
Creating wedding plans, a pleasurable duty.
In graciousness, that we so blessed did meet.!
1/27/2023
I come from the West Country
it’s the best place to be
they say there is incest
but I don’t love my own sis
We be drinking up in cider bars
we do it for a wider ahrse
it’ll make you smile true
we got tractors we don’t need cars
Because we be drinking up thy cider
jolly old times that make you a smiler
nothing’s better than cider
when cider’s inside yer
We be drinking up thy cider
We be drinking up thy cider
Cider
Cider
Cider
West
Coun
Tree