"braeburn" poems - Hello Poetry

Bees were swarming around the eastern shallow end, a warning that the cherries are deepened and smattering the pond's bank with nature's jam, the small tree a joy to the family, but nobody around much now to keep them picked and eaten. The snapping turtles have had their fill of the cherries and basked lazily in the center of the deep end, at least two of them and as I'm a frequent friend, they stationed amiably as I walked, picked up and threw grasshoppers to the fish in the water. The spiders will appear in proportion soon to the apples growing on three trees at the edge of the woods, about 40 feet south of the pond, with a jut of the creek in between them. Every year I get my sweet fill of those apples, planted 50 years ago or so by my great-grandfather, don't know what they are, maybe Braeburn, judging by their mottled colors of red and yellow.

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Aug 2, 2015

Aug 2, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC

samantha-mary-w

bees, cherries, turtles and apples

Bees were swarming around the eastern shallow end, a warning that the cherries are deepened and smattering the pond's bank with nature's jam, the small tree a joy to the family, but nobody around much now to keep them picked and eaten. The snapping turtles have had their fill of the cherries and basked lazily in the center of the deep end, at least two of them and as I'm a frequent friend, they stationed amiably as I walked, picked up and threw grasshoppers to the fish in the water. The spiders will appear in proportion soon to the apples growing on three trees at the edge of the woods, about 40 feet south of the pond, with a jut of the creek in between them. Every year I get my sweet fill of those apples, planted 50 years ago or so by my great-grandfather, don't know what they are, maybe Braeburn, judging by their mottled colors of red and yellow.

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You are the poetry I wish I could write Every feeling I get around you Every word of yours I absorb Every stare I wish I could immortalize You are the poem I read over and over in my head The one I wish was mine Your words are like luscious braeburn apples Sweet and transcendent You are the very definition of oenomel Combining strength with sweetness Even when you are far away I feel your presence near me I feel your gaze, your love, your heart I can hear the beat as if you were right next to me Like the heavy bass of a metal song it hits every note Lulls me into tranquility You are the reason I love to write You challenge me to describe how I feel Even when none of these words feel just right How can I explain the feeling of your eyes, your smile How can I define the connection I feel With such a limited word bank How could I possibly explain why you feel like poetry to me Why your words are like a braeburn apple And why your heartbeat is like the bass of a metal song? If I could I would illuminate you with more light than this world could possibly contain You'd be brighter than the sun and all the other stars Perhaps that would help you understand Just one drop from my sea of love for you

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Jul 24, 2018

Jul 24, 2018 at 1:36 AM UTC

Pyrrha

Braeburn Apples

You are the poetry I wish I could write Every feeling I get around you Every word of yours I absorb Every stare I wish I could immortalize You are the poem I read over and over in my head The one I wish was mine Your words are like luscious braeburn apples Sweet and transcendent You are the very definition of oenomel Combining strength with sweetness Even when you are far away I feel your presence near me I feel your gaze, your love, your heart I can hear the beat as if you were right next to me Like the heavy bass of a metal song it hits every note Lulls me into tranquility You are the reason I love to write You challenge me to describe how I feel Even when none of these words feel just right How can I explain the feeling of your eyes, your smile How can I define the connection I feel With such a limited word bank How could I possibly explain why you feel like poetry to me Why your words are like a braeburn apple And why your heartbeat is like the bass of a metal song? If I could I would illuminate you with more light than this world could possibly contain You'd be brighter than the sun and all the other stars Perhaps that would help you understand Just one drop from my sea of love for you

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you are the Ambrosia of my mind the apple of my eye crisp and Red delicious a Macintosh in waiting Granny Smith is exuberant over our Gala to toast the Empire I see a Pink Lady in Fuji Honeycrisp in every way you are the Envy of Pazzaz playing Jazz in Cameo at the Braeburn in front of Lady Alice in Holstein like a Hidden Rose though Janagold is **** mixed with sweetness your Liberty embraces Gravenstein akin to a Pacific Rose like an Opal enjoying Winesap instead of Mutsu Andreas Simic©

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Apr 18, 2022

Apr 18, 2022 at 7:05 AM UTC

andreas-simic

She is Golden Delicious

you are the Ambrosia of my mind the apple of my eye crisp and Red delicious a Macintosh in waiting Granny Smith is exuberant over our Gala to toast the Empire I see a Pink Lady in Fuji Honeycrisp in every way you are the Envy of Pazzaz playing Jazz in Cameo at the Braeburn in front of Lady Alice in Holstein like a Hidden Rose though Janagold is **** mixed with sweetness your Liberty embraces Gravenstein akin to a Pacific Rose like an Opal enjoying Winesap instead of Mutsu Andreas Simic©

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The red shirt is torn, an eyelash **** your skin exposed but no blood. You were born for this. I dig in my silver weapon, sever your synapses. With each new cut comes a soggy cream sheet and you sigh and you sigh. It was inevitable. Fixed smiles flop from your spine, see-saw on the board and form a wrecked star. Now just your teeth, the brown raindrops. I use my thumb to tug them out, dislocated, then gone.

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Oct 16, 2013

Oct 16, 2013 at 9:54 AM UTC

reece-aj-chambers

Braeburn

The red shirt is torn, an eyelash **** your skin exposed but no blood. You were born for this. I dig in my silver weapon, sever your synapses. With each new cut comes a soggy cream sheet and you sigh and you sigh. It was inevitable. Fixed smiles flop from your spine, see-saw on the board and form a wrecked star. Now just your teeth, the brown raindrops. I use my thumb to tug them out, dislocated, then gone.

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squirming worms rotten apple brain psychotic terms disguised stable & sane sorry infestation good looks maintain proceed with hesitation pink ladies disappoint one bite and cessation outward promises at their breaking point inside, a terrible surprise to avoid

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Jul 15, 2015

Jul 15, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC

terrin-leigh

braeburn depression

squirming worms rotten apple brain psychotic terms disguised stable & sane sorry infestation good looks maintain proceed with hesitation pink ladies disappoint one bite and cessation outward promises at their breaking point inside, a terrible surprise to avoid

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The big doors roll open at sunrise at sunset they roll closed the man with the hand truck moves his bins and flats his palette loads across the lot Living downhill from a fruit stand I’ve come to accept that joy can appear at your feet Red Delicious, Braeburn Fuji and maybe D’Anjou on a good day Valencia Vidalia or Walla Walla Sweet Reach down pick up Be open hearted don’t expect too much-- the little that comes your way tastes in its scarcity full of life this life your life I pray uphill in the morning and I pray uphill at night to the God of Gravity Satsuma!

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Sep 26, 2016

Sep 26, 2016 at 1:31 AM UTC

tom-greggs

Red Delicious

The big doors roll open at sunrise at sunset they roll closed the man with the hand truck moves his bins and flats his palette loads across the lot Living downhill from a fruit stand I’ve come to accept that joy can appear at your feet Red Delicious, Braeburn Fuji and maybe D’Anjou on a good day Valencia Vidalia or Walla Walla Sweet Reach down pick up Be open hearted don’t expect too much-- the little that comes your way tastes in its scarcity full of life this life your life I pray uphill in the morning and I pray uphill at night to the God of Gravity Satsuma!

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Her name is Lillia, and I think I love her. Her name is Lillia and I think I love her and she smells like caramelized marshmallows with Honey Crisp apples. Or was it Braeburn? She smells like Anjou pears and one day old rose petals (Scentimental, I think they’re called). Her soul would put feathers to shame with its lightness. When she says my name I hear the crystal echo of wolves among the cliffs, and the ****** of fluted champagne glasses swirling merry contents. Her waist is like an hourglass where time melts away in a daring drip of not-quite-a-solid-but-is-sand-a-liquid-no-it’s-not. Her name is Lillia and I don’t quite remember how I met her but it’s okay because I’m here and she’s here and the end justifies the means, right? Her name is Lillia and I want her to stay with me until all of the stars in this starry night become hers. Her name is Lillia, and I am too transfixed by her hair swaying in the breeze to notice that she has already walked farther away than I could ever follow.

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Nov 2, 2015

Nov 2, 2015 at 6:04 PM UTC

karaissi

Transcendence of a Solitary Goddess

Her name is Lillia, and I think I love her. Her name is Lillia and I think I love her and she smells like caramelized marshmallows with Honey Crisp apples. Or was it Braeburn? She smells like Anjou pears and one day old rose petals (Scentimental, I think they’re called). Her soul would put feathers to shame with its lightness. When she says my name I hear the crystal echo of wolves among the cliffs, and the ****** of fluted champagne glasses swirling merry contents. Her waist is like an hourglass where time melts away in a daring drip of not-quite-a-solid-but-is-sand-a-liquid-no-it’s-not. Her name is Lillia and I don’t quite remember how I met her but it’s okay because I’m here and she’s here and the end justifies the means, right? Her name is Lillia and I want her to stay with me until all of the stars in this starry night become hers. Her name is Lillia, and I am too transfixed by her hair swaying in the breeze to notice that she has already walked farther away than I could ever follow.

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