Vineyards Poems | Examples

Thanks to God

Sherbet that is coming from lord
We drunk thanks to God
That ocean of power 
We passed thanks to God

That opposite mountains
Chestnuts and vineyards
With health and purity
We overcame thanks to God

We were dry became wet
Winged and became bird
Now spouse to each other
We flew thanks to God

To the cities that we reached
To that sincere hearts we touched
To the people, meaning of worship
We scattered thanks to God


Written by Dervish Jonah
Translation Honor Su

The Foretelling

The word itself is a wall
made of windows
and broken frames.

Mind moves over
a seascape, builds bridges
between the waves.
Now you are doing it,
that thing,
creating vineyards
with buckets of sand.

The script, the writing,
it is a harvest sown
by a form yet unborn.
It means nothing,
yet nevertheless
wine pours

then all antecedence,
all inference
returns to scratches
upon a cooling mud
and it is that mud,

the mud on your hands
that speaks.

Tomorrow

Far off, it has begun to walk the planet,
first it must be buried in a nearby field,
while flights of dreams migrate
from unrealistic expectations.

Meanwhile,
worms' imperceptivity reshape reality.
Fresh perceptions
bloom like cherry trees in Death Valley
neglected vineyards are resuscitated
one vine at a time.

Tomorrow will show up darkly,
it may forestall or bolster,
we may only know for sure
when the roof of the sky is raised,
even so, night still roams somewhere
weeding out exhausted stems of light.

It is just diurnal time
dipping in and out of our eyes,
it’s only the ever displaced and ever prodigal
exchanging old and new testaments of hope
upon a circular racetrack,
one not at all of our making.

chilled wine

enjoying nature 
sip after sip of chilled wine 
from local vineyards

Lonely Country Road

LONELY COUNTRY ROAD

Lonely country road,
where are you, taking me,
open sky, vast land to see,
view of snow-covered mountains,
lonely country road,
up the hills and down the valleys.
 
A picture perfect work of art,
winding through the vineyards,
blue sky and vast open air,
lonely country road,
leading me to nowhere...
 
Stiring up the dusty dirt,
lonely country road,
Urging me to explore,
ever more the country life,
Solitude, I always wanted, to be.
To live where I love & like.
 
Jieranai Maier 
03/03/2016

Beautiful Lady

Beautiful lady,
Youre lovely and unique,
Like Beauty,
Like Beauty,
that you seek,

In Nature,
In jazz cafes,
Upon palm kissed shores,

Beautiful lady,
Youre lovely and unique,
Like Beauty,
Like Beauty,
That you seek,

Gazing at the waves,
At the lavendar sunsets,
At evenings roses,
and midnight moons,

Beautiful lady,
Your love,
Grows sweet,
In the gardens,
In the vineyards,
In the moonlight,

Beautiful lady,
Your Beauty,
Lovely and unique,
Caresses sweet,
Within your soul,
Within the starry nights
Reynaldo Casison

Autumn Waltz

Autumn waltzes,
in the maple trees,
As the ballerinas,
And gypsies,
Are combing,
The waves and their hair,
With their love,

Let the golden leaves,
Bow in the vines,
Of the wind,

And the vineyards,
Warm its mangos,
Caress within caress,

Whoever is swaying,
Will sway sweetly,
Light midnight candles,
In exotic stillness,
Read warm and loving,
sonnets,
And hum like jazz nightingales,

While their hair glows,
With enchantments,
Like summer fireflies,
In the moonlight
Reynaldo Casison

Ballerina Firefly of the Enchanted Vineyard

Ballerina firefly,
Your beauty,
 Is that of enchanted vineyards,
In the sighs,
 of the Summer wine,

Enchantress,
Down to earth,
As spring lillies,
Your beauty,.
Is scintillating,
And kind,
with its modest stars,

Even in autumns undressing,
And shedding of leaves,
The way you change dresses,
In evenings,
elegant and rugged verandas,
And shimmer in and out,
Of them,.
into a naked casualness,
Bright and warm,
as vineyard flowers,

From their petals,
And your Beautys gaze,

I kiss sweet,
enchanted butterflies,
From the fluttering wings,,
Of your exotic eyes
Reynaldo Casison

She Salsas With Love and Beauty

She salsas with love,
Through evening vineyards,
To midnight candles,

She salsas with beauty,
Her dark sweet hair,
lights your love,
Like a candle,
And your love,
Guides,
The rhythms of her hips,
Our crescent moons,

She salsas with love,
And she salsas with beauty,
Love and beauty,
Caresses her curvatures,
With our love,
From her heels,
to her warm brow,
Her hair flowing,
Like waves,
And within,
The silhouette,
of sweetly glowing moon,
She is love and Beauty
Reynaldo Casison

Sweet Dancer of Starry Nights

She is one of the sweetest,
Dancers,
Under the exotic moon,

Her eyes caresses,
Mangos,
And fountains,
With quiet tears,
And enchanted kisses,

Her beauty,
Is what the starry nights,
And moonlit vineyards,
Misses,
When the flowers,
Are swaying in the Sun
Reynaldo Casison

Swaying Caressing Silhouettes

Swaying, caressing sihouettes,
In the rose evenings,

Meditating, lighting candles,
As you sweetly gaze,

Swaying, liberating hems,
Like salsa dreams,

Your essence is exotic, stunning as rain,
Upon a flowers dazed petals,

Honey of mists,
Golden leaves,
in autumnal symphonies,

The green dresses,
Have turned a golden honey,

Let us shed our grievings,
The fishnets,
of hips and waves,
From our souls,
Like those majestic trees,

Waves,
waxing with crescents,
To gems and shore,

Ballerina dove, the moon,
Is dreaming your rhythms,

Swaying, 
Meditatiing,
lighting candles,
In the warmth,
Of iris midnight dawns,

And the vineyards,
have ethereally,
Blossomed,
Within,
The enchanted,
gaze of your soul
Reynaldo Casison

The Vineyards Honey

Exotic lady,
Night and day,
The vineyards honey,
Is in her hair,
And in her kiss,

Under the caress,
Of a champagne sky,

Along the shore,
A lovely mermaid lady,
Is combing her hair,
With palm leaves,
And the wild wind,
In the evening and midnight,
She feels the serene waves sing,

In the gazebos,
The brides are changing,
dresses,
And giving away,
Their bouquets,
While the bakers,
Are baking,
Another cake,

Under the caress,
Of sweet champagne sky,

Exotic lady,
Night and day,
The vineyards honey,
Is in her sway,
In her kiss,
And in her hair,

Upon the verandas,
The candles are lit,
With the moonlight,
And love,
While the doves,
Are kissing the moon,
Up above,

Exotic lady,
Night and day,
The vineyards honey,
Is in her sway,
In her Beautys kiss,
And in her hair,
Exotic lady,
The vineyards honey
Reynaldo Casison

The Mangos Sweetness

From the warm lap,
Of a vineyard,
The mango,
Dressed,
In the evening moonlight,
Orange,
As an exotic sunset,
Basks,
Upon the vines,
Like a gypsy,
In a flamenco stillness,
Within,
The vineyards,
Sweet sanctuary,

The tropical winds,
Caresses,
The mangos,
Flamenco dress,
And the enlivened mango,
Dances,
Like a gypsy,
From kiss to kiss,

When one caresses,
A mango,
And sips,
Its exotic wine,
The mangos sweetness,
Like an exotic woman,
Dances on,
The miracle of its sway,
A salsa tune,
From kiss to kiss,

The mango,
A rare harbor,
Of resilient sweetness,
And tender love,

The mango,
Sweet,
And exotic,
As a lovely gypsy woman,
The sway of her flamenco hem,
A crescent hip,
And an exotic thigh,
Uncorks,
A vineyard of sighs,
A bonfire,
Of heavenly desires,
From the warm lap,
Of a vineyard
Reynaldo Casison

Ballerina Love

Youre my ballerina love,
Dancing,
Through the rain,
And evening vineyards,

Youre my ballerina love,
Waltzing,
Deep,
Within,
My,
Soul,

Fireflys,
And,
Candles,
Light,
Your,
Way,

And your dresses,
In the pretty moons,
Sway,

Youre my ballerina love,
Youre my ballerina,
Youre my ballerina love
Reynaldo Casison

Silk-Fire and Arctic-Air

I'm silk-fire, curled in emblazoned quartz horizons,
Of aurous equator, rising in smoke as a secular bird, 
From own fossil-ashes, flying to distant honey-shores, scarlet spun, 
Stretching across merlot crusts of earth, like a coal-storm, sobered 

Yet, my heart is not a silent sandstone, flaming with rage, 
It whispers to my Mon Cherie, my arctic air, 
In dialects of redolent romance, midst ethers of space, 
And he, who fuels my glory by igniting spirit, emerges in graphite flares

Our skies are not sketched with rose-gold glitters, 
Rushing in a black-horse's symphony, 
crashing porcelain herbs, 
We paint universe in ruins of lead and metallic cinders,
Me and arctic air, breathe as one in thunderous heartbeats of reverb;

Orbiting in jade bonfires of ornamented redwood, 
While cradling wrath in crimson vineyards, 
Has any nurtured offspring of starburst hope withstood, 
If our eclipsed union is a toxic twinkle upon sacred lotus' haven-yarns?

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