#ripe poems on Hello Poetry

Àŧùl Apr 2015

India is a traditional nation of high virtues, the compliments from and to an Indian must suit our moral image as described in books and epics. I think that each nation has a rich history at its base. Non-worthy, destructive, insulting, or over frank comments suggestive of other actions must never be made publicly or else emotions and feelings are going to be hurt badly one fine day and nothing can prevent the destruction.

Not a poem, but a note of goodwill.

#positivity #ripe

C Davis Feb 2015

Drip

Forbidden fruit hung on the tree in such a fashion that I could not grab it.
I watched the forest fever grow hot near you. Untastable, you hung just so.
Just so.
High on the branch but low to the ground, like an earthbound deity, you swung humbly.
I watched you.
Three thousand happenstances, coordinating dizzily, dropped you in my lap.
How could I not lap you up?
You tasted me
on your way down.
Sifting through me filtered, your poison seeps out my pores.
Last week of ripeness go slow,
I cannot get the taste off my tongue

#desire #lust #forbidden #poison #fruit #juice #ripe

Thenotsosecretpoet Jan 2015

(memories from a lost youth)

High on every limb
of the pear tree canopy
we sat. Picking the fruit
to eat, ripe crisp and
juicy; we scrumped away
our youth.

#tree #youth #ripe #memoriesfromalostyouth

Amanda In Scarlet Oct 2014

FIG

So, there's this fig
In my fruitbowl, almost purple,
Posing atop apples and a mango,
Just being beautiful
And begging to be touched.
It bursts with promise;
If I split it open - oh -
Unmistakably labial lusciousness
will spill out and I will have to ****
my sticky fingers like an infant
at the ******, tugging
oh so gently with an eager, warm, wet tongue,
Pursed lips pulsing
where the juicy flesh meets dewy, fragrant skin.
I bear witness to this fruit's fragile moment of sheer perfection,
And my honest, overwhelming lust
For tender flesh.

#lust #*** #fruit #ripe

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