Orchard Poems

Orchard poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of orchard poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on orchard are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Orchard On A Hill

Orchard On A Hill prose poem

Splashes of green lined up row after row. Limbs of green shooting skyward downward everywhere. Vibrant light shades of newness this time every year. Each displaying its own vibrant uniqueness. As the winds blow hot, green takes on a mature

A Kashmiri Orchard

A Kashmiri Orchard prose poem

O; happy folk, poetry is the fingers of light, descending at evening like an old farmer with eyes cut from azure. It told me that the sun has two long braids, and goes out at dawn to her grandfather’s flourishing

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Time

Time prose poem

Took a walk with my dog Rosie today. Walked by the orchard on the hill that we go by on our stroll, stopped to look back as I always do. It’s a very pleasant sight regardless of the season. The

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The Nature Of Things

The Nature Of Things short poem

  Come morning I battle with flight or fright The start of righting wrongs, The splatter among these trees And fields that have been driven passed up In search of more than sugarcanes I still feel the butterflies How lithe things

Seemingly Snowing

Seemingly Snowing short poem

In good old days I built adobe houses for each memory but then came flooding, freezing and again flooding even the scarecrow’s shirt discolored in our orchard with red apples However you still ask me what happened, how do I

Snakes In The Garden

Snakes In The Garden short poem

I have a lush green garden full of Charming snakes, Their frightful sight can give heart attacks. Though in appearance attractive and sleek, Their dominance can make your life very bleak. My garden attracts them to fulfil their greed, They

Spring Is Back…

Spring Is Back... ode

In the dale of despondency, Lost hopes finding themselves, With the first rays of yellowish sun, Life is taking a new turn, Baby bird is ready to fly, Singing his first song in the sky, After a long time I

Childhood Trifles

Childhood Trifles short poem

Those days the sun flew over me like corn flour, freshly ground at the millrace. Even in winter it was yellow when I pressed it down with my thumb, like an unfastened button on my chest. I could hardly cut

Let Freedom Ring From Extremity To Extremity

Let Freedom Ring From Extremity To Extremity long poem

Let Freedom Ring from Extremity to Extremity. Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! The only word in the dictionary of liberty, water that nourishes the tree of liberty, Chlorophyll in every green plant, the photosynthesis of life. Freedom millions had sought and died

The Change

The Change long poem

His eyes start to shimmer, as the morning dew arrives, Like the reflection in a mirror, His whole story written in his eyes, The glassy film he’s wearing, hides the truth behind his lies, For as he’s moving on through

Magic Pots

Magic Pots short poem

You can tell a poet by the way she hands out pens to fill up forms where they ask you if you own any guns And the way she sits on the park bench letting the rough concrete feel her

In My Blurred Vision

In My Blurred Vision short poem

I saw despair & sadness; loss of hope for a strong household, Days & nights turned into months, A dark cloud surrounded my abode, Their sad eyes told it all, I saw love in their eyes, a loss too hard

Seasons In New England.

Seasons In New England. prose poem

From the lakes in New Hampshire to the sand dunes of Cape Cod. From the mountains of Vermont to the seaports of Rhode Island. From the rocky seacoast of Maine to the Gold Coast of Connecticut. Winters of snow and

A Moment

A Moment prose poem

Took a walk with my dog Rosie today. Walked by the orchard on the hill that we go by on our stroll, stopped to look back as I always do. It’s a very pleasant sight regardless of the season. The

Bird Talk.

Bird Talk. prose poem

I hear the birds talking to me. Chickadee, Chickadee, Chickadee Dee Dee Dee. This one is telling me his name. As I take my walks with my dog Rosie up by the orchard on the hill, I hear another bird

Vagabond Heart

Vagabond Heart short poem

I remembered my childhood in the cherry orchard, the way I did not want to complain about my too long name or about the fact that other children avoided me. I believed that for those who never lie to others

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Twilight Delivery

Twilight Delivery long poem

The flickering light calls from across the disused railway embankment like a lonely beacon sending signals into the misty grey dawn. Quietly questioning a world still wrapped in strong arms of slumber. I consider sending an answer, would that I

Night After Night

Night After Night short poem

Night after night, watching your face shimmer with tears, night after night, watching your face burrow into my breast, I have wondered, my love, full of misery and mystery, I have wondered. This being, so incredibly sad, this being, so

The empty room

The empty room prose poem

He sat on the floor of his old room, his back Against the wall – everything was gone And the room said nothing though it had heard everything He’d ever said or thought, declared or mumbled under his breath The

Angel’s tears on my pillow

Angels tears on my pillow short poem

The world’s a bit colder, The nights are silent The storms that are brewing They seem just like me, Violent. I killed another soul, It bled to death at my feet. I didn’t do much but, my sword, I did

Victory Of Fall

Victory Of Fall short poem

One unthinkably hostile debate started in a colosseum: a path to kill the clemency. A comatose truth was listening to lies. They were pointingly arguing about the nukes option to bring about the peace and prosperity on the strife torn

Rain

Rain short poem

I lay in bed Listening to the hammering rain Pit pat pit pat Beating on the window pane I gaze at these racing drops Hitting a different note each fall Spreading the fragrance in the air Of their rendezvous with

Dare Not Stare At Me

Dare Not Stare At Me short poem

Don’t you stare at me like that how can I look back at you on seeing your moist Eye reluctant to burst out I know it is terrible to lose someone so close to your heart but It is equally

Meaningless

Meaningless short poem

Meaningless I am so is my identity my dreams, my desires my words, my sentience and my destiny. Few untamed lines and undecipherable scribbles I own, which I try to decipher or to give semantic to them, and in this

Cat Fight

Cat Fight short poem

Monitoring for movement, scanning expectantly for signs. Electric eyes, barely blinking. Knowing the prey and her hiding places. Prowling the night, thoughts blacker than the surrounding darkness. Staccato stalking, sleek and streamlined, she smells the air. Nervous nose, almost aquiver.

Under the drone

Under the drone short poem

And then one old friend lost, with memories of us most.. gone through the long highway, like a hitchhiker does Why do I here, to cry? surprised.. for spared each time when it is hard to decide.. what to live

United Defiance

United Defiance long poem

To come crashing through the gates of hell, look the demon in the eye and casually yell! Total defiance in every breath as you stare down into the dungeons of death. Never before have you shaken my goals or been

To My Teacher

To My Teacher prose poem

However hard I may try He scares me away Coz I m one gullible being No one might feel so very shy Each time I gather courage To face him with guts and grit To ask questions without quit And

Petaling Street Chinatown

Petaling Street Chinatown short poem

Chinatown, such a kaleidoscope of rich colors and ear-splitting sounds Amid shouts of ‘Cheap, cheap, murah, murah! ‘ abound A human wave of heat hits you As you push through the barrier of flesh And avoid colliding with all manners

Finally We Can See

Finally We Can See short poem

I accept my flaws, I forgive myself, I forgive my imperfections, both real and perceived. I gaze at me with love. I learn to appreciate my goodness. So what if it is fragmented. I embrace myself and I say,” I

Generalized Anxiety Disorder

Generalized Anxiety Disorder long poem

The problems she has are real soft fronds of fruiting vines lick up the tears from her forehead each wonders which is upside right earlier she was harried into the rental car wishing only to idle but parents have a

The Colour Red

The Colour Red short poem

Bright, mesmerizing, enchanting, Be it a bride’s dress,a lover’s heart or a lonely flower. Blazing beautifully everywhere, the color red you are. The day I was born Swapping down the uterus wall of my mother’s womb. You were the one

Chasing A Rainbow

Chasing A Rainbow long poem

On a cloudy rainy day, In a maroon shirt Off white trousers, Tightly fit, She was chasing a rainbow, And the clouds were laughing, But she was not afraid, A rainbow was in her hands, A rainbow of dreams, In

Love And Lather

Love And Lather short poem

Come and I will let you love me too, Make it short and fine till it interests, Till the white old hair on my chin Stings your core to despise and move far. Make love with lather on your hands

Sunshine In The Scanty Rain

Sunshine In The Scanty Rain short poem

Oh my Sunshine, are you looking for shade! Or do you miss the light under the scanty rain? Are you my yesterday’s reminiscence or my today’s muse in disguise? I, who fell in love with the monsoon that took away

Your Lie In April

Your Lie In April prose poem

They say that when you fall in love, your world turns brighter. I never thought it would be true… At least, not until I met you. From the crest of the hill, I could see you looking off in the

Mother

Mother short poem

Simple as a thought, even though she is complicated, like a jigsaw puzzle… Hard like diamond, yet soft like wool, deep within… She is different, even though she is, a common human like us… Her lustrous black hair, and sparkling

Spectre

Spectre short poem

Drifting by my window on a cold dark winters eve, no sound, nor chasing echo, no path to follow or deceive. A silent spectre; a mask of scorn, a hazy memory, from life ’twas torn. Jealously wanting what now it

The Trickster

The Trickster elegy

O life, O beautiful lie; Blinding light, release me from your tight embrace, For even the light deceives us, leads us of its own vices Under the guise of splendour and the veil of grace. I have broken down, and

Going To The Store

Going To The Store short poem

While walking to the store, I pass by so many beautiful flowers. There is the beautiful pink roses in full bloom and oleander. As I walk further, I see the beautiful crepe myrtles with Watermelon red, pink carnation and pearly