Short Vineyard Poems
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I appreciate my locus, naturally...
there in the vineyard only sprouts grapes,
in the rose garden only roses are born...!
She must of been,
A gypsy,
The way she dances,
And flutters,
From garden to vineyard,
Mango to iris caress
Reynaldo Casison
Tendrils,
Twisted, reaching,
Sun-warmed leaves, fruit hangs ripe,
Man's patient and yielding journey,
Vineyard.
©bfa030925
a teeny breeze
white linen napkins
Grecian vineyard
welcoming patio
I write my poetry
in between bites of chicken
no one could be more content
Vineyard Twilight
In the soft cooling
Silence of early twilight
Blue fades to purple.
The wishing star’s reflected
In the ocean sky.
A once lush vineyard,
now battered,
shattered,
and scattered.
Her solemn-looking trees,
and slumbering silence,
seem knocking,
at the keeper`s grave.
Two triangles for an eye
a nose has to fit
That orb for a pittance
the veiners stay pritt
To be as a gourde lye
then hold to a pose
What vineyard for crawling
night snot up your nose
- Certainly it is not all harvest
That Will Bear Healthy Fruits,
do not Wait for Harvest of Fruits
From Rotten Seeds "...
Who Plants Rain,
Reaps Storm ..
Who makes Vineyard,
Reaps Grapes
Opportunity
labor in the Lord's vineyard - the opportunity for oblation
5-9-22
Contest: Work Perspective
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
Oblation is praise or a gift
Syllables checked on howmanysyllables
Vineyard in the Autumn, grape leaves turning yellow and brown,
they've fallen and covered the ground.
Now, soon, Golden Moon will swoon in the night sky!!!
Nature abounds with the sacred gift of life.
Jieranai Maier ©?
@2014
Vigorous, plentiful
vines, diligently pruned
venture trained upon wire,
vast leaves cropped for dolmas.
Valued for complex taste,
vermillion morsels make
vintage wine with patience.
5-4-2021
Pleiades V Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Heaven leaks the truth
to writers who thirst
The drip of each word,
filling line after line
All meaning distills,
when the words press together
The pages a vineyard
—as water becomes wine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
A bottle of you was not enough,
I needed the whole case
With every drop and fragrance let,
uncorking my embrace
To deeply breathe your sweet perfume
and drown in nectars dew
I try to sip but lose myself
—inside your vineyard true
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: April, 2022)
Eve Rules
Adam Drools {Joseph Spence }
My garden
Beg Your Pardon
Succalant Mango
Let's Tango
Vineyard
Man Work Hard
More grapes
Apples Ate
Bare Essance
My preference
Why Oh Why
Did Adam Try
Cause Snaked Lied
And Humanity Died
Lady in violet
let us venture to Venus
the planet of love plant a vineyard
open a winery
becoming the axis of the universe
under purple skies, in a bed of purple violets, drunk off purple wine
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet aka Mr Seven aka The Poetic Philosopher
The chartreuse pearls hung on the pregnant vine
as whispered jade of leaves in autumn breeze.
The necklaces of trellis did entwine
like clefs of absinthe notes in verdant keys.
3/5/18
Original poem: Grape Harvest
10/20/17
Rithium Divisa 2 Contest
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
Education
is the endless fountain
that
irrigates the vineyard of learning
which
brings forth the sweet grapes of knowledge
that
with the passing of sensible time
produces
the exhilarating wine of
wisdom!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 APRIL 2020
Another dream
I am
I think
of my Red Vineyard
sold for just four-hundred
It is expensive here.
I pay in pictures
Up to now all is well..
My depression is to great
to bear!
What is to be done?
VAN GOGH committed suicide in 1890 just 37.
Now there will be wine,
Grapes are big and fine.
Come yee all to the vineyard;
Vino loves our smiles,
In near and in miles;
Toast goblets lady and lad.
Red or white, our choice,
In harvest, Rejoice:
We shall harvest, wine and dance;
Vino's bubling gift,
In wine is no rift,
But smile,love and romance.
winters foliage
blankets trees and grassy knolls
water runs amidst
towering white pines
standing in complete solace
above canyon ridge
melting ice pellets
pumps from bleeding hearts vineyard
sowing escalates
So Glad Winter Is Over LOL
New Entry For Raul Moreno's
Sounds Of Nature Contest
GL All
Sauvignon oh Sauvignon!
My crimson grapey friend
While I enjoyed my time with you
I'm sorry it must end
Cabernet oh Cabernet
Yes you I used to know
Sad but true, I’m done with you
I’ve moved on to Bordeaux
Bordeaux, Bordeaux oh my Bordeaux
You vineyard berry blitz
The summers here, and I declare
I choose a white wine spritz
Gold the young moon
above an Andalusian grove.
Love vines bind us
as we share the same wine.
In a sterile Spanish clinic
her cat-scan is read in a dead language.
I keep looking at the stark image,
hoping to see Olive and Date Palms
not these smoldering shadows,
branching through her being,
as if she were a vineyard
on fire.
A knock on the door
Changed my whole world
Never again would the sun
Be as bright as when walking
The beach with you.
Never again would the wine
Taste as sweet, as trips
To the vineyard with you.
Never again would sleep
Come as easily as when
Snuggled up with you.
A knock on the door
Changed my whole world
To one, without you.
’Twas Martha, not Mary, quite contrary
When asked just how the vineyard grows.
A sanctuary from the world;
that’s what we really meant, you know.
Methinks latinx* can visit here
To trim the vines so merry.
Our food’s divine, just watch the time,
And catch the evening ferry.
*rhymes with methinks, methinks :-)
Vincent van Gogh**
Sliced his left ear off
Only one painting did Van Gogh sell -
maybe he didn’t hear the doorbell!
The only painting Van Gogh sold during his lifetime was Red Vineyard at Arles
**Based on the European pronunciation of the name which is Van Goff!
05~30~15
Entered into Premiere contest #11 sponsored by Skat A