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Kwamé Aug 2018
When I'm with you
the world
Stops spinning and time
Ceases to exist
Little branches 
Covered with hazy bits
Earth wind fire and water join
Forces as we journey to nirvana
Aroma of skunk fills my nose
The smoke is thick and soothing
Our time together is forbidden
And that makes it so much sweeter
Gale L Mccoy Aug 2018
cherry pick the ripest fruit
to crush under feet
toss the bruised aside
for another to eat

is it kindness to give
what you dont want
to those who would
gladly have it
or is it sweeter to give
what you do want
to those who would
gladly settle for less

what is the quota
of ripe to rot
that should be given
to whom should the
best parts go
perhaps its not on what
but on how

maybe it doesn't matter
when it turns to wine
in the end

maybe all fruit is better
when shared among friends
Laura Aug 2018
You like mangos
And plums
Anime
And documentaries
******' Monty Python
And classy cuisine

God knows when we fell in love
Somewhere between the face masks
And the endless laundry maybe?
The late night runs to Perkins
Or the early morning love making?
It's a beautiful blur of memories
That dance along my heart and mind
That I wouldn't trade for anything

You like olives
And cold brew
Sleeping in
And video games
Staying inside
And the smell of coconuts

It's never been taxing to love you
It's the easiest thing I can do
You make love fun
Between the out of town drives
Hole in the wall coffee dates
And movie marathon nights
It's all that heart warming Hallmark ****
That you get in a greeting card

You like donuts
And sandwiches
Memes
And making love
Cool breezes
And me
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
i pick, wash, slice
the orange and
    lift a slice towards
my
                         lips

chewing on the
flesh that is sweet
with great ambition
and pulp, taking
my mind to
hot summer
                            days

then my teeth
sinks into the
harsh reality
that inhabits
the
                    rind

                                      ­         fibrous strands hang in my teeth-
         so annoying-      
so frustrating-
so bitter-                  

slipping  down to my innards
down              
down                  
  down                          
    
                                             my fingers are                    together
                                 ­                         sticking    
                           ­                                 

          
but i won't be
disheartened
for i hold the
slice and squeeze
              and
      after
a      
time              
my tongue is        
kissed by

                           the last                of juice
                            drops
                         ­     the best                 of juice

the                of knowledge that I ingest with
drops                                                      
                                                                                           age
Nearly done with one of my poems! ^-^
Isaac Jul 2018
There is a person
outside of time

who created a world
that was sublime.

It was us who chose
to eat the fruit

that turned mankind
down a different route.

If we would listen,
he'll show us the way

and we will discover
it's best to obey.
Written 27 July 2018
Utpal Thaker Jul 2018
they said
be practical
stay with the herd
for safe grazing
in a secured turf
      i have
     only to search you
     flower by flower
     fruit by fruit
Ash Slade Jul 2018
Bruised bananas, oddball oranges

arranged apples/pleasant, purple, plums.

mouth suckers/sour, pucker footballs.


Scrumptious, seeded, spheres,

carved centers bullseye red.


Tiny, tangy, tangerines toying tongue

juicy joy lasting leisure

twisted, ****, grapefruit/paralyzing buds.


Spring strawberries dripping stain

white shirt brand new.


Green grapes, giant reds, sweet bursts

eye explosion.


Little lime sliced, ice in drink, slowly sipped

pretty pineapple rounds Christmas jellied.


Pulverized pomagranate splitter splatter all around

shrunken, squeezed, prunes/beet colored juice bottle.


Bitter bite, cold cherries/yuck yuck, they're the pits.
Kilie Steel Jul 2018
It was the forbidden fruit
sticky sweet and dripping
down your greedy fingers
as you watched her
from the corner of your eye

Skin like glass
eyes like fire
a laugh that rings
a smile that touches the sky

She was magnanimous
unassuming
an unwitting host to your innermost desires

You stole the fruit
and you knew the consequence
but in the end
what did it matter?

An eternity of suffering for your disobedience
or a lifetime of regret from pushing it away?

They said the fruit was poison
that it would steal your breath
and take your soul

But how was that any different from
what she did to you?
How was it any different than
meeting her eye?
b Jul 2018
maybe you and i
could take time
for each other.

a stroll through
the leaves in
sacramento.

why cant we fly
like the crows?
they only know

about everything
ive ever turned
a stone over for.

we never get
to taste the fruit
for ourselves.

this cheap dinner
is no armour for
the life you keep

out from me,
a magicians dream
you cant see the fake

thumb that hides a
phoney penny.
its really only worth

half what he says.
the show and the
tricks are just

tricks.
i had dinner with a broken friend
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