Short Grapes Poems
Short Grapes Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Grapes by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Grapes by length and keyword.
Fox comes to eat
Sweet smell lures teeth
Grapes on scene roof
Sour beats ill troop
-November 05, 2018 Chattogram
Sour are the fruits of some grapes, some say, but those that fail to yield their own fruits are bitter about other's fruits
I appreciate my locus, naturally...
there in the vineyard only sprouts grapes,
in the rose garden only roses are born...!
The Ape climbed up the drapes
just to get to the juicy grapes!
The Ape filled up his pajamas
with very sweet creamy bananas !
Apples and grapes of upper lands
Kings and stars prefer
King fruits and Star fruits in our hands
Monkeys and Donkeys to refer
Refreshing water.
Wine Creator only prayed.
Grapes hung heads in praise.
Note: May be considered Senryu...What do you think?
Poetry is words of power,
incantations of the hour,
magic for the fool,
a facination tool,
before the grapes go sour...
Don
A thespian swallowing grapes
Said they tasted better than apes
Flo monkeyed around
And finally found
Candid Camera behind the drapes
Well let us agree ..;
I put in the mouth of the Wind
Three beads of grapes.
And you..
From the lips of the wind
Getting drunk.
Freeze
Grapes Green,
if you please,
Separate, clean.
When overheated,
do not be defeated.
{Poetic form of 'Progressive Beat'}
Those who never take advice,
insist on preaching high
To offer wine that never aged
—from empty barrels dry
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
tunnels of silence
abandoned decayed
naked grain of
love
splendour of roots
purple grapes
seedless
turquoise green
abundance
of hope
Form:
its down the block
its where i shop
i love the grapes
the boxs i take
home when am alone
i stack from a can
what i bought
frome a
FRUIT STAND
The Muscadine Grapes
Ripening on the vine
Little tart but fine
Water was scarce so
They didn't have chance to grow
Soon they will be ripe
Ripened grapes turned to wine.
Brandy’s wine, burned in time.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
10.13.2014
Nette Onclaud’s Contest:
In its Essence
I dated a girl, Miss Capes
She had a body like a bunch of grapes
With lumps and bumps
Her back had three humps
And a face as beautiful as an apes’
Morning Jollity
darkness now escapes
light arrives
sweet like grapes
no more mourning
beautiful morning
jest
joy
jollity.
Drencho POET Loads
so close
to harvest
time
your warmth
set firm
now
ripe and
ready
to be
with
clean
feet and
penguin
toes to
turn
grapes
into
wine
Form:
Lions are the Kings of jungles,Tigers are the teachers teaching the lesson that all beyond our reach to be forgotten as grapes in the vineyards savor taste.
Garden
Dancing in my gar/
den, I bet you're redolent, (of)
daffodils and mor/
ning dew and sun kissed grapes, your
tongue the color of rainbows.
Lucent grapes in Spring
Bluebirds flying and mating.
Verse, in the making.
1-8-2021
3:15am PST
Angry ants ate apples
Busy bees buzz beautifully
Dizzy dogs do dances
Elegant elephants eat eggplants
Goofy gorillas gorge grapes
Silly snakes stand still
The juices from grapes, turns my warm blood into sweet red wine
Let my veins be filled with vine
21 Syllable Poetry Contest
Sponsor Kevin Shaw
3-18-2019
Hidden mission in seclution,
close to owners private mansion,
military reservation.
Grapes are grown here.
Soil's good given cultivation.
Seed crops show wealth.
Tree of wisdom’s amber dates
Tree of life’s white grapes
Bread that never perishes
Wisdom’s nice fig leaves
Blessed honey fountains
Blessed grape juice
Dine!