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Poem Details | by Lin Lane |
Categories: love,

Feasting on the Fruit of My Heart's Desire

I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs,
For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood;
And I dreamed my lost love came stealthily out of the wood
With her cloud-pale eyelids falling on dream-dimmed eyes. 
                                     William Butler Yeats 

There were notions gathered inside my head;
a wanderlust of flames that would not be denied.
From within my mind the need of love was bred
and burned in tongues of fire that torched a hole
inside my heart and seared the veins of my soul.
I sought the finest wine to quench my thirst,
a thirst to be sated when she'd stand at my side.

I climbed heathered hills; crossed Ireland's streams
Down twisting paths I ambled, taking wrong turns
until I found the enchanting vision in my dreams.
I feasted on the fruit of my heart's desire
but too soon she slipped from my arms.
Left behind were her vespers in passion's embers, 
and fading echoes of her whispered words.

Time rushed through years like sifting sand
but the fire she kindled has not died.
I remember the gentle touch of her hand, 
and sweet moments of devotion we stole.
Now, with feeble steps I remain in pursuit,
for love's flame still burns within my soul.

An interpretation of ''The Song of Wandering Aengus,"
                                           by William Butler Yeats.

Poem Details | by Maria Williams |
Categories: celebration, love, mother, sensual, sexy,

Fruit of Love - An array

Nature unfurls charms Loving emotions flourish Her cup runs over Exquisite passion Limbs entwined in sweet embrace Move in symphony Senses on fire Symphonic crescendos peak Cocooned in slumber Nature’s Miracle Blooming as she takes on form Grand Expectation
Footnote: A Happy Mother’s day to all Mums, Mums-to-be and Grand Mums for without you and the gift of love, this day was not possible. POTD 16th May 2017

Poem Details | by Paul Callus |
Categories: love,

Forbidden Fruit: a collab: pc-cd

The dancing flames lit up her hair
In shades of dark and light
She looked at me with longing eyes
That sparkled in the night.
I know, she said, what you desire
The fruit that longing seeks
She looked me straight into the eyes
I watched her burning cheeks.
I will give all and be your slave
As long as you are mine
We shall make love ‘til dawn is here
And drink the sweetest wine.
She threw herself into my arms
And kissed my waiting lips
I held her tight; could not resist
Her undulating hips.
Our passion’s fire burnt all night long
Each movement – tenderness
I wished this bliss we could prolong
Profound togetherness
When morn’s first rays peered through the pane
Lace curtains etched our skin
A tapestry of silk domain
She was my Anne Boleyn.		
But fantasies evaporate
When light is shed on them
Forbidden love seemed to berate
How tarnished was our gem.
One night we shared, but ne’er again
Could we pursue our lust
Her husband, he was my best friend
We’d violated trust.
Co-write: Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire ~ Oct 2014

Poem Details | by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: fruit, imagery, lost love, metaphor,

Sweet Citrus

I kissed July's hot tangerine lips
swam in cool aquamarine eyes
basked in blond and honey rays
dreamed in mango pomegranate sunsets 
of lime hillsides and marmalade roses
Years of sweet citrus passed in golden hours

One day I woke
to find translucent eyes 
in burnt sienna
as trees wept leaves
in burgundy and olive
Soon the eyes
were frozen in powder
Ashen shadows blew
across barren groves
of spindled spruce
and howled 
with December's lonely moon
But from my fire lit window
I hold fast to memories
of daffodils and oranges
mingled with the burn
of lemon tears


Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: love, romance, fruit,

The Cherry Kiss

                                           Closer closer now
                                  Just a touch to the lips dear
                                          Cherry flavor kiss

                                          A little touch love
                                   Delightful fruit 'on tongue
                                           Cherry favorite

For the contest:
A Fruit Kiss

Poem Details | by Gerald Moise |
Categories: art, beautiful, bible, forgiveness, fruit,

God's Love is not a Weapon

The church we sought to find a home in no longer exist.
Our courage is strong, our future belongs to temptation consisting sin.

Woods cut and gathered with selfless labor shall provide us a ship.
This is where I realized that Noah was wrong let the story begin....

The bible has been written by other humans and not by god himself,
If that were the case this place we call earth would surely be squashed by his thumb:

If Noah was chosen by the lord himself why wasn't there taken a vote.
Only those true to the cause, who never broken a law are the only ones who can travel afloat.
If you ask me workers with skills, hunters, doctors, and authors had to be put on the boat.

Wavescollided with storm, some fell overboard, and disease killing the most.
This was not a story written down in the bible, it was clearly a religious joke.

Finally a sigh, purely blue skyGod questioned himself an said this must be why.
After the glory of Independence wore off,
cold came with hunger, sickness with coughs.

Prolonged by sinister thoughts.
Tundra frozen softened, by mayflower drops.

Searching for freedom of religion has fueled actions of the devil himself.
Natives survived years beyond measure and offered to help.
Simple measures of using world greatest treasures,
are kind to share if all is replenished.
Rivers provide water to fish, drink, and refresh.
All mother earth asks is to be shared and respected.

In the name of any religion, sins are forgiven
mothers love fathers, and together form children.
God is good, life can be better.
jesus sacrificed his life for happiness of others.

Where did it all go wrong?

Poem Details | by Yanny Widjanarko |
Categories: life, thank you, uplifting, house, old, fruit, house, life, love, old,

A Book of Soul for The Heartwarmer

One individual called "she" stepped into the sheets of a life story
Sheets that used to be occupied
She walked back and stopped at a chapter which tell the story of an obsolete chamber
A space which stands for behalf of the memory and wounds

A diorama played by shadow
A story with no beginning nor end
They've been there with decent backgrounds and decent light spectrum but called gray
The view was frozen, the chatter was muted, and that feels fell into the melancholy

Those with the outstretched hands which too high to be reached
Those with the self existence but too blind to be seen 
They abandoned as a figure of reserves without knowing the essence of a solace

And that individual creature went on her way back to the labyrinth of time

This time someone seized by the story of a root baste
Those roots were heart in shape and the hue carved a warmth, but once howled a bitterness
This chapter tells the story of a lush tree with the fruit of love
Fruits that contain the complexity of love, passion and a place to berth

And the fruit of love revealed its story to someone

Those who hide behind their false mannerism had carved their name on her shoulder
Those who have offered their hearts and bent on their knees 
Those who play fire in a lust, fell into a seek
But the love that she wants still unable to cover the part of this story

From the fruit of love to the sheet's of light

This chapter tells the story of an old house with extensive bed of flowers
This house represented the aesthetics, peace and harmony
A house which brings relief, spaciousness and joy
In that house she knelt, release all her mess
To the house the journey was anchored

In every sketches that have been through
None could live without the presence of others too

Obsolete chamber, lush love tree, beautiful bed flowered old house
Those who were involved in each story of the bulkhead of life
Those who were crawling along and came from different angles of infinity
Those who were instantly filled the pieces of shoot and became the shoot

They are the perfect gift for the imperfect souls
Not as a complement nor as a reserves
Yet as the major part of the heartwarming life story

Poem Details | by Jolanta Gradowicz |
Categories: love, red,

Our Fruit Flirtation

You hung two big cherries on my ear.
I was delighted with the red earring.
The unexpected jewel was shining and clear
As your eyes – insatiable and dreaming…

Then you put raspberries on my palm,
And held a molecule close to my lips.
That orchard was wonderfully calm,
You could recognize my simple needs…

And I picked a sweet, ripe gooseberry,
And gave you it with extraordinary grace.
I was grateful to you for the red jewelry,
I touched the gooseberry flesh on your face…

Poem Details | by alan seeley |
Categories: life, lost love, people, philosophy, sad, fruit, life,


To lie is like a seed being planted into the soil,
and just waiting for it’s down roots.
Every time another lie is told this seed gets water,
as the watering continues, the seed begins to grow.
And up sprouts the plant, the plant in which you the individual has given life to, for 
this seed is not a flower, is not a tree, is not a fruit to give to thee, but a weed, a 
weed of such destruction that destroys all other life surrounding itBy taking it’s 
roots, the roots of pure loving flowers, pure loving fruit and pure loving small 
Destroys them.
Strangles them.
As this weed continues to get watered it shuns them, grows taller then them, 
allows them no sun light, allows them no room to grow or to breath, so in the 
end, they parish.
And all of the truth that was planted before this has died, and the only thing left in 
your garden,
Is your pathetic life.
And this weed,
That was once a SEED

Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, beautiful, creation, desire, love, passion, romantic,

Shall I Twice Pluck Thy Soft, Sweet Fruit

Shall I Twice Pluck Thy Soft, Sweet Fruit

Should I court thee as moth to flame
sky to its wondrous blue?
Some say, love is but a fool's game
Aye, we both know untrue.

Shall I twice pluck thy soft, sweet fruit
be it with soft touch?
In such, will our love take firm root
or presume I too much?

In thy heart's beating my heart trails
begging once more thy hand.
We seek love and all it entails
life's dance, its greatest band.

Shall we find vermilion sunsets?
Hold Love's all and all it begets?

Robert JLindley, 
Nov17th, 2002
Sonnet (86) (100)
Words (88)

Syllables Per Line: 8 6 8 6 0 8 6 8 6 0 8 6 8 6 0 8 8
Total # Syllables: 100
Total # Words: 88

Poem Details | by Sabina Nicole |
Categories: love, slam, spoken word,

the passion fruit

There stood a tree 
Bare and alone
Many storms had left it torn.
The branches wept
The leaves were gone
No more birds sang their song.
But far above
Their hung a fruit
Passion drenched through the roots
It hung forlorn, barely connected
Many passersby’s assumed it was defected.
But then one day
A man walked by
Fascinated, he let out a sigh
Where did it come from?
Surely it did not fit in here
How was it being nourished in all this gloomy fear?
He held it in the palm of his hand
And smelled it’s ripeness, longing for it to land
But as he pushed it to his lips
It began to drip, drip, and drip
The essence of its juice made his hands begin to bleed
For it was a forbidden fruit he had to leave
Baffled by his reaction
To this ravishing satisfaction
Startled by this moment of unusual pleasure
He knew in his heart he had to leave it forever.
He wiped his hands on that verboten tree
And mournfully knew he had to let that fruit be.

By Sabina Nicole

Poem Details | by Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD |
Categories: care, caregiving, community, confusion, courage, forgiveness, freedom, friend, friendship, fruit, giving, growing up, growth, happiness, happy, health, heart, heaven, home, how i feel, innocence, inspiration, inspirational, international, life, light, longing, love, my children, passion, peace, people, poems, poetry, poets, recovery from, relationship, religion, religious, self, spiritual, spoken word, strength, wisdom, words, writing,

I Do Believe

"I Do Believe" 

The purpose of LIFE is to {Living In Faith Ever} 
to enrich God within us 
to an optimum level 
so that We as Humans 
can be guided by God 
to fuel out brothers and sisters 
with the same driving force 
to connect with the living God, 
to His existence and 
to See the Invisible, 
Believe the Incredible, and 
to Receive the Impossible 
to our everlasting journey 
to Heaven.

RevSamuel Mack
Copyright 2013

Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: food, fruit, fun, love,

Pineapple Pizza - The American Diamante Style

~Pineapple Pizza~ (Double American Diamante ) Pizza It's delicious Just have some With lots of mushrooms Red green peppers Ham add Zest Add Pineapple slices Bring to table Share with family friends Have two slices For you Too. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012

Poem Details | by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: creation, flower, food, fruit, garden, green, love,

The Gardener's Song

There’s no greater spiritual healing,	
Than planting vegetable seedlings,
And feeling living soil on your hands.
You might get tired from aerating,
Watering, weeding, and cultivating.
A kind of love that’s hard to understand.

There’s just no better money investments	
Than organic compost soil amendments,
To improve the structure of your tilth.
Add to that mycorrhizal fungus—
Watch your fruit flourish in abundance,
And feast upon your fresh garden wealth.

To make your garden more prosperous
Dig in some nitrogen, phosphorous,
And potassium rich amendments;
Sulfur, calcium, magnesium
Copper, manganese, molybdenum,
Zinc, iron, boron-- trace elements.

Don’t just plant flowers to please your eyes;
Attract honeybees and butterflies
To pollinate those vegetable blooms.
Whether you’ve got sand, silt, clay or loam;
A garden’s the best part of your home—
Make your gardens your favorite rooms.

Soil’s beneath your fingernails.
Green stains are on your hands.
Your face is weathered by the sun,
And manure’s on your pants.
You might look like a redneck,
But whatever your background…
There’s just nothing that tastes better
Than what you grew from the ground.

Poem Details | by Edward Ebbs |
Categories: emotions, love, sensual,

Kiss Like A Fruit

Lips soft as a peach
Caress softly across your cheek
Goosebumps all over

You shrug your shoulders
Chills run all through your body
You shake and quiver

Edward J Ebbs - 10/15/11
Inspired by contest - "A Kiss Like Fruit"

Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: bible, love, religious, spiritual,

Fruit of the Spirit

Come near,
so you can hear
Come near,
let me whisper life in your ear
Come close,
let me reveal a secret to you
The Garden of Eden is within your grasp,
reach out and taste the fruit
The fruit of the Spirit
is the divine food of holiness
It's the essence of God given to the blessed
Come taste the nectar of the fruit ---

it's the sweetest gift of God showered from above
it's the baptism of happiness given to every girl and boy
letting go of hurt and pain is the most gracious release
is the prince  .  Tolerance is the queen.  Patience is the king
is the parent of every tenderly given caress
are the godly children of sacred obedience
is your beloved spouse, your beloved soulmate
increases your compassion, as the anger grows less
is your best friend with the twin named Abstinence

There is no law given
that can supercede any of these
If you desire the pleasure of holy living,
then eat of the fruit of the Spirit liberally

Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, food, fruit, love,

Spinach Pasta Delight - The Epulaeryu Style

~ Spinach Pasta Delight ~ ( Epulaeryu ) Pasta dish is a delight Tomatoes, spinach Some basil, oregano Onion, add garlic Pasta penne, cook Bake it all Wow! Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2017
July.13.2017 'Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.' - Mark Twain- ~Author's Notes: The 'Epulaeryu' is a poetry form or style that was developed by Joseph Spence, SrThe name of the poetic form was selected as a result of experiencing the Mediterranean and Far East cultures, and enjoying many succulent and nourishing meals and food during those memorable travels.

Poem Details | by Thomas King |
Categories: beauty, fruit, love, lust, metaphor, passion, woman,

Passion Fruit

Your body is like succulent fruit
Vine ripe, plump and tasty
I must quell my desire to gobble you up
I mustn’t be so hasty

Your skin so smooth and supple, 
Tender to the touch
Wanting so to taste your flesh
My yearning is just too much

Your sweet aroma fills the air
And I absorb your pleasing essence 
Entering my nose then body 
Where it reacts like effervescence

My mouth is now watering
And I’m unable to fight
This thirst and anticipation
For the first delicious bite

I finally give in and peel away your clothes
Like the skin of some exotic fruit  
The goodness I find hidden within
Is exquisite without refute

I savor every morsel
The taste of you is divine
I’ll never share you with another
The pleasure of you is all mine

You satisfy my every desire
My hunger and thirst you sate
No other can compare to your passion fruit
It’s the best I ever ate.

Poem Details | by Samir Georges |
Categories: allegory, angst, confusion, education, fear, forgiveness, imagination, lost love, peace, philosophy, religion, sad, sympathy, time, visionary, fruit,

The Devil Walks

The devil walks 
gets tired
and sits,
and while the devil sits
the devil picks up a tired fruit
rotting, and with jagged nails he peals
slowly, the tender fruit bruising
and he tastes it, smacking his dried lips
and the devil eats
decayed fruit and sour wine	                 nothing lush and sating
then the devil rests
and resumes his walk,
and later the devil sits again
rubs his feat
and goes to bed
and in the morning
he breaks his fast on curses and lies           nothing so filling as figs and nuts
and begin the devil’s walk again,

his walk
on the road our thoughts paved
where all that grows is bad and unwell
to the cross our words built
where flames dance and all is unwell
and he is condemned
upon christening
upon the hearing of his name
and the wobbling of his first steps
to walk a road less traveled,
to be the leader
of our very own crusade
armed with words
against himself
to see him burn,

our crusade of one
and many
on roads first paved upon his birth
to bring the devil down.

The devil walks
The devil eats
and pelted by our stones
He does but sleep
For what we sow
The devil reaps

and there is justice in punishment
there is reward in reckoning
there is bitterness in my mouth
as I say these words
and pity
              the devil
his due.

Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, fruit, love, sweet,

Delicious - Dorian Five N' Five Linked Style

~Delicious~ (Dorian Five And Fives Linked) Apples delicious Delicious great fruit Fruit that taste so good Good to eat all time Time and time again Can be red gold green Green can be also sweet Sweet or sour to eat Eat them every day Day or night are great. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2013
September.20.2016 "Dorian Five And Fives Linked " is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000, in 2010.

Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: fruit, heartbroken, lost love,

Grape Haiku Two

perfect single grape
clings tentatively to vine
waits for gentle hands

perfect single grape
clings tentatively to vine
playing hard to get

perfect single grape
clings tentatively to vine
sadly never reached

For Alfred's Haiku Contest

Poem Details | by kasim ishmael |
Categories: fruit, love, , cute,


My girl friend wake up this morning
I bring her breakfast in bed to eat
But she said she is going to be right back
She has to go and brushes her teeth

When she comes back she jumps in bed
Looking beautiful and so cute
I made her scramble eggs, and toast bread
Coffee and a half of pink grapefruit

She really likes lemons and grape fruits
She is a kind of spicy loving girl
But omg she is so amazing
Sweeter than all the sugar in the world

And every day I will keep trying
To find ways to make her happy
So while she having her grapefruit
I will tell her a little about its history

The story of the grapefruit origins
With the sweet orange from Jamaica
And a citrus fruit name pomelo
That was brought from Indonesia

By a man name “captain shaddock”
Brought the pomelo seed to Barbados
And both fruits we hybrid together
And it results in the grapefruits that we knows

First they call it the forbidden fruit
Grapefruit was first documented in 1750
Its one of the “seven wonders of Barbados
In the Barbados national history

In 1929 the discovery of a red grapefruit
Growing on a pink variety
Then they use radiation to trigger mutations
For new varieties that fade to pink typically

Ruby red become a symbolic fruit of Texas
And the white “inferior” grapefruits was eliminated
And only red grapefruit was grown for decades
Like the one she has on her plate

I going on the bed and snuggle next to her
That’s enough about the grapefruit history
She smile and thank me for the story
Then she plant one big sweet kiss on me

And every time my girlfriend kisses me
I do blush like a big baby
But not a big cute baby
Because I’m really kind of ugly

But still she my girlfriend love me
So I am the luckiest man in the world
And when ever it start snowing
I do hug her up when I feeling cold

For lunch will cook stew chicken and red bean
With potato salad and fried rice
And make her some grape fruit juice
In a tall glass with ice

Poem Details | by Christine Phillips |
Categories: angel, dream, fruit, love,

Twenty Days Silence

The laden fruit tree crossed my heart
Tempting me to seek another path
I refrain from satisfying the appetite
And went on fasting to end this
Vicious and painful plight.

I deny myself of everything in search of 
 A new beginning so I went off in a period of silence
Away from everyone and explored deep within 
but instead the answer came for someone else

I drifted in a dose on January seventh
The night was extremely cold and I padded
My self with four layers of sweaters
and four pairs of socks to keep myself warm.

In the wee hours of the early morning 
The answer I seek for myself was not clear
But I know that the answer was for someone else
On this night the mystery was retold in a few words.
And someone’s was there to reconfirm.

I dreamt that I was in an open space 
sitting on a big park bench  and a woman messenger
In the form of a Prime Minister came to me and asked,
“Will I be reelected?”
And an angel replied, “Yes”
That messenger confirmed that a popular woman
In America will be the next president.

The messenger suddenly disappeared in thin air 
I got up and walked towards the street
And saw a woman standing behind a podium 
On the pavement of a busy street
Addressing a jubilant crowd

The Messenger walked across the street
And passed a note in front of the
Woman behind the podium
She glanced at it briefly then continues
To address the jubilant crowd.

I took the note from the messenger and
 went in the bushes close to a nearby bridge
Suddenly a man appeared and stood close to me
We read the message together
And this was what the note said,
 “I need help with the infrastructure”

We stood in the bushes and looked up at the bridge
Cars were speeding over it but something was
Unusual at the corner of the bridge
A rusted spot was exposed 
It seemed as if it was about to give way
So I left the man in the bushes 
 And quickly walked away.
I woke up suddenly out 
of my sleep before the break of day.
                                                                 ©2015 Christine Phillips


Poem Details | by kash poet |
Categories: love, passion,

a summer fruit on a winter night

on a winter night I tasted a summer fruit under the blanket pulpy and juicy soft like a peeled red lychee her luscious wet lips lost in her softness I explored new horizons beyond this blue sky **click on "About this poem" =================== Placement:10th;(Nov.2011) Contest:A kiss like fruit Sponsor:Michael.J.Falotico By:kashinath karmakar

Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: angel, beautiful, beauty, feelings, fruit, love, rose,

Lucky Dove

Touched softly by lips love dream
white petals brushed dewdrops gem
crimson rose life and soul lives 

Popping out angel vision
desire holds light beholding 
most gracious beautiful queen 

Crowned sun rays kiss golden gift
love you are pure driven white
without thought like a drug bites

Sweet addiction of need begs 
thirsting caring gentleness 
filled with goodness sweetly hugs
smiling warmly touched a beat

Poem Details | by Madhavi Sarjare pagare |
Categories: anniversary, bridal shower, care, caregiving, character, emotions, family, friendship, fruit, happiness, heart, how i feel, husband, i love you, love, marriage, passion, success, thank you, thanks, thanksgiving, today, together, trust, valentines day, world,

Hey my Honeybunch, You let my first Wedding Anniversary unforgettable

           Guys I would like to share my FIRST WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
                          wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

 Hey my Honeybunch,You let my first Wedding Anniversary unforgettable.

        Hey guys, you know what?? I had got a pleasant surprise from my hubby.It was our 1st Marriage Anniversary on 24th April 2013Actually we both had tight work schedule..and hubby was at pune..It was too hard to digest that v couldn’t meet each other..but some hw prepared mentally that its ok.will meet @ weekend..After few hours bro called and said that he is going to organize party for my in-laws and mom-dad n he said..your hubby wont come bt he askd me to conduct party tonight..I got too upset bcz f dis again..dat hw cud i without hubby :(( but after few minutes i got clue frm my momma n i ws at the top f my world..everyone was waiting to cut the cake n my eyes wer desperately searching suyog..hotel assistants wer asking quite oftenly "shall v bring the cake n i ws no wait..just wait.." but later dey brought the cake aftr bro's signal..n dey started clapping n played music for wishing.Everybody said : Now stand n cut the cake..he won’t bro also said how eagerly u bin w8tin n searching fr him bt he really wont bro n my family members not only confused me but hotel assistants as well regarding suyog's arival but i said where is my hubby??????? i wont cut the cake without too too upset again n emotional :(':(' was trying his phone bt he avoided my cal n msg popped out..he is busy with other really upset bcz f dis..den i felt now seriously he won’t come..Suddenly i had glimpse f suyog n i ws like is it suyog??????? dat ws the touching too too excited n my happiness was beyond bound..Everybody around me laughed.He hugged me n wished me..I too wished him..later we cutted the cake n he gave me nicely decorated flower bouquet..Really Suyog “You made me made me your love..Without you my life will be incomplete..” Heartiest congratulations to you my Honey!!!!muahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and I wish you to b as my life partner fr all seven birth's..n lastly thanks fr hp pavilion lappy,beautiful sarees n amazing jewelleries.:) :) /\./\ 

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Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: blessing, death, desire, fruit, jesus, love, truth,

To Plant A Seed Of Life

They say sin comes easy - A simple choice be made To feed a dismal promise - Lost upon the day For flesh and all its hunger -An easy door to greet Though death comes knocking quickly - Of power, lust and greed To live a life of truth - Of spirit to conceive To find the sacred promise - A promise of a King All shall come of beauty - When thirsting flesh denied To roam the endless multitude - To plant a seed of life

Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: food, love, passion, sensual, sexy,

Forbidden Fruit

I immerse..

Nigh naked, in your keen and carnal insight..

The rags of my inhibitions strewn at my feet.

Are my thoughts still my own, care and coil,

Or have you plucked those from my boughs,

Made ripe, the fodder for your dire divination?

Peel the fruit, fresh, and slice it to your taste.

There is a neoteric bounty for your appetites,

Seasoned to sate the desires of a goddess..

Laid bare, offerings for a graven image, pure,

And devoured as love's absolute oblation..


** FOURTH PLACE in the "Mid-Summer Premiere Poetry Contest", Brian Strand, Sponsor**

Poem Details | by Adell Foster |
Categories: celebration, cute love, food, for her, for him, fruit, valentines day,

Be My Strawberry Valentine

Strawberries and cream -- divine
But if you prefer,
I’ll dip them in chocolate;
Dark, light, perhaps white,
Whilst sipping champagne…
Yes, nibbling’s

Poem Details | by an mayou |
Categories: deep, feelings, growing up, love, poems, seasons, summer,

summer fruit

summer fruit
my doubts come and go
with the seasons