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

Poems containing references to : Orchard

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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I Want To Belong

I Want To Belong prose poem

I may not know much, but I do know that many times you think that you are doing something right, it sometimes throws you for a loop. If you close your eyes and search deep in your heart what do

Light To Light

Light To Light short poem

Winter has just set in Like a beautiful tasty sin Snow has started falling down To cover the land with whitish crown She is out to play in snow Love is ready to flow and grow Flakes of snow when

Eyes Are Better than Heart

Eyes Are Better than Heart short poem

Eyes are better than heart. Heart cannot scan, But eyes can see good and wrong. Heart can be broken. But eyes provide tears, That makes you regret to love. I was told not to fall in love. The deeper it

The Last Goodbye

The Last Goodbye long poem

the winds are becoming numbing needles to my skin again. the whistling of the night is entering the day covering up the sun to my happiness. the bullying was a distant memory from my mind now fresh to my soul.

The Beginning

The Beginning short poem

Me, Myself & I Will go toe to toe With any Goliath why? Because I possess The heart of a Lion I contain the mentality of a Wolf While I hold the strength of a Gorilla I am a human

Reflections

Reflections short poem

I wasn’t me anymore, Why I wonder? When I woke up from my Deepest slumber. What changed me? Or induced me To change, I did ponder. I looked around I looked at me In the mirror, my salient Feature staring

Hands

Hands short poem

Hands have the ability to tell much about a person Race, age, gender And many other things if you really pay attention You can tell how hard someone works Or how physically demanding their occupation is By the cracked calluses

First Day Of Spring 2015

First Day Of Spring 2015 short poem

A day of clouds scudding across a production-line sky, vaporous dreadnaughts, caravels lumber by above, never disturbing, the ocean’s surface they defy. The sun becomes a signal lamp speaking in poetry to the static lands of the earth whispering: not

Oozed

Oozed short poem

We oozed out of this place. A placed formed by dust, rock and gravity. Born we were into the infinite void, opened our eyes and here we where. How strange. Now what? Civilization as it is, hasn’t a clue. The

Dear Jesus

Dear Jesus long poem

I have grown I have fell I have awoken in what seems to be my vision of hell I ask myself why Why can’t I just reach the truth that We as humanity have been urging to obtain for centuries

Fleeting Fame

Fleeting Fame short poem

Happiness I had and you hid me away Freedom was mine, now there’s no sign I was shining my light and you burned it out Subduing me to the point of nothing and changing my route In the desolation that

Don’t

Dont short poem

Maybe we romanticized hurt and pain because we were always taught that the moon and the sun were meant to be together despite being so far apart and we too desire to be so magnificent that all the broken people

Love-circle

Love circle short poem

A beautiful Morning. I came. He came. Our eyes met. I understood him. He understood me. We fell in love. A beautiful Night.

The World As You See

The World As You See long poem

I Am Just a guy who lives in his fantasy World.. Surrounded by the Stars and Guided by the Sun.. The Winds that call me crazy and ask me to run.. The Rain that Puddles and nudges me to Sing..

Looking Back!

Looking Back! short poem

On the intertwining paths of life When you come across someone of old. When you stop for a moment And time flies by Memories well up in your moist eyes; Golden days of happiness, that day of radiant sunshine That

The Swing

The Swing long poem

You’ve never starved yourself you’ll never be a runway model and for a time that made you sad never to be like an Amazon – though you found out they burnt off their right breast to make archery easier –

Unity!

Unity! short poem

your eyes an abridged story of the deep sea – ever silent in the deep so tumultuous, on the surface. on my arid soul-scape you just keep on bubbling and your smiles blanket my lonely shore. people always loved to

Life’s First Choice

Lifes First Choice short poem

Whirlpool of emotions spins… When u think . Who’s first choice u r… Is Solitude always an answer… When life just echos your chaios.. Among first words ever told.. A voice calls you ‘Amma’ … As though all my questions

The Bench

The Bench long poem

There’s a bench in the park where an old couple sit holding hands and laughing as the children play and flit about on the swings and slides with boundless joy, inciting memories of when they were girl and boy. The

Can You Take Me To My Home?

Can You Take Me To My Home? short poem

The valley holds on, to murder of moon, behind the trees. It is dark and clouds are meditating. You think of a perfect horror and a poisoned arrow flies straight into heart of a blissful sun. It is red, splattered

Koko Ameen, The Jewelry Queen

Koko Ameen, The Jewelry Queen prose poem

KoKo Ameen, the Jewelry Queen Designs her creations with a sheen, Her bangles jingle-jangle as she Tip-toes through the tangle Of original designs that will be Presented in her one-woman show, Simply entitled, “Ko-Ko Ameen Aglow.” Her originals are in

I Want To Stay

I Want To Stay short poem

Like the little droplets humming down the shore, and the yellow sparkles moving free to the core, dismayed to unbind the lore since ages, I want to stay amidst the phases. Shrinking and shivering beneath your arms, prime the relevance;

The Second Step

The Second Step short poem

Assembled casualty, repetition of conflict from the time of its start until the approach inside your heart, just before the last beat. Instrumental are the events that correspond and implement an almost unjust desire, circumvent any time spent and repent.

Ars Poetica

Ars Poetica sonnet poems

A poem discovers itself along the line Toggle an image Free from a fabric of words And a poem unravels, whole and complete.. There’s the marble bench halfway down the Azalea Way, and nearby in a white leaf magnolia, a single silk veil