Fruit Poem

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Fruity

Never did I think I would get chosen
Chosen to be a snack
There I was waiting to be attacked
My skin was orange and rough
But I was juicy and awesome on the inside
I didn’t want to leave my family
Then a hand was on me and there I was…
Flying into the sink
Then into the juicer
To become a drink
Those sharp edges and blades were terrifying
I shed a tear for my family but then I find out we will die together!
I didn’t want to die but would rather die with them then alone
Although I have a hard exterior I am soft and juicy on the outside
Want to know what I am?
I am a …
orange

Pineapples, one of the world’s greatest,
Different fruits
Such as the pineapple,
I have a rough outside yet once you get to know me,
If you look inside you will find a soft, caring, yellow inside
The pineapple is unique in many ways,
It can be used to compliment meat dishes, cocktails, or eating it ordinarily
We both come from the beautiful continent of South America
And are both delicious and beautiful
I am a very friendly person,
But if you get in my bad side I can also be sour and tangy

Sitting in Solitude with no one around
the sun's rays gliding back and forth
over my red surface; gleaming
over my smooth exterior

Yet I am not alone
off in the distance a figure appears
I am not alone
A figure approaches

Something within me,
Much farther down the seeds,
tell me
my days are numbered.

I can do nothing
but to hang quietly
from the place I have been brought forth
destined to stay forever, nevermore

Against all my will
I am picked off
And instead of hanging from my origin
I now rest in the palm of his head

As a tomato I cannot
blame him for what he's doing
Mere instinct or hunger
Taking over

My fate has been determined; numbered days.

I am a little grape
Come and eat us for goodness sake
I'm part of many get as much as you can take!
But if you hold us you better not shake
Cause we'll fall on the floor unless you have a plate
We are yummy and taste so great

We come in different colors
As if we had different mothers
But it doesn't matter we're all sisters and brothers
We all stick together and hate being separated from each other
We are cowards and use each other for cover
Mother nature is our momma and we love her!
But we don't like turning into raisins in the summer
It makes us sad and wrinkly its a bummer

It makes us feel old and rotten
Like little fruits that were forgotten
As if we were shot and

Our Liquids came out
We don't have enough water like a drought
If we had mouths we would shout
"We're fruits we don't have a stupid snout!"

(...kevin when u see this, how do I put up a pic?)

There I was with the rest who looked just like me.
When suddenly, a huge hand reached down and grabbed me!
Escaping wasn’t possible since I had no power.
I felt like a small flower next to a huge tower.

The light shun down on my lovely red coat
I had been shipped here by a really big boat.
My little brown stem was popping out of my head.
I really wish I could’ve been with my family instead.

Soon, this man put me in his mouth and ate me,
As he told his friend I was really juicy.
I guess red apples are his favorite,
Because he ate me down to the very last bit!

The story of my life
Sitting on a kitchen table
Watching my friends die

They eat us in the morning
And cook us at night
Anyway we die.

At the end of the day
I’m a surprise

Sometimes I’m sour
Sometimes I’m sweet
To know
You’ll have to look and see

[center]What people would do for hunger

Take a young soul, separate me from my mother

I’m silk and sleek; I hear I’m good to eat

A dark hand chooses me through the family I know and love

My life is going to end, be sent up above

I’m thrown into a batch of frantic allies

The smell of defeat keeps me there, just paralyzed

The hand returns with nothing but self-gratis faction in mind

He rips off my skin, boy I’m never going to win

Put into a spot where my insides are protruding

Everything ending the rest is justdelusion

In the farmers market down the street
One hungry customer will come buy me
Come and buy me when I’m ripe
I guarantee you I’m your type

I’m nice and green
Maybe in between
Not sour but not sweet
Dozens of me you’ll like to eat

In the crate i patiently wait
until one day i will reach my fate
people come and people go
who will eat me i don't know

I didn't want to be eaten not yet
hopefully i didn't taste the best
until the day i got hooked
finally my destiny was booked

i was taken to their home and peeled
oh how i wanted to squeal
half of me was fried and half was boiled
now im just six feet under the soil

Great taste that you will love.
Really delicious.
Anybody will eat it.
Purple is the color.
Eating it, makes you happy!

B orn
A appreciative
N eeded
A wesome
N ourishing
A dverse to being pealed .

I am a tiny fruit ready to be eaten
when I see who I am meeting
it is a huge human being
that is hungry and likes eating
fear is what I am feeling
as he is devouring
I feel like my life is ending
I am a strawberry

It is round
and always around

It's not blue
and helps with a flu

It may be yellow or my be mellow
but it can't be a fellow

It may be sweet
it's taste can't be beat



Oranges
R
Awesome
Nourishing
Good,
Exemplifying
Source of juice

S.t.r.a.w.b.e.r.r.y

Here in the St. Lucian sun,
I lay all day.
WIthout a care in the world,
Not one word to say.
But then it got noisy,
strange figures everywhere.
Peeling me away from my mother
Ripping my brothers by the hair.
We swung from a hook
from miles on end
in the back of a truck
where shall we be send
in a warehouse we go
where the air is freezing
we get thrown in a box
and the pain is not easy
loaded on a ship
that sways left to right
I can't feel myself
and worse I lost my sight
I awake to a light
that fells so fake
its not my carribean sun
I don't know how much more I can take.
Shoved in a bag
stuck on a shelf
left there for days
I no longer know myself
Grabbed by a human
put in his car
taken to his home
which was very far.
Ripped from my kin
striped of my pride
no more self respect
now im just a breackfast side.

My name is Punkie the Pineapple
i live in ShopRite's fruit castle
my color is orange and yellow
and the sound people make when they touch me isn't mellow

i am prickly and pointy
but at the same time i am tasty and yummy
i remind people of their mom's good cooking
and people try to buy me because i am so good looking

i am a pineapple and dont know why
why when little kids poke me they start to cry
i love people with all kinds of trends
but thank god the people leave me and eat my friends



-Jacquelyn Jones

On the first day of May,
Rain fell hard
And the flowers all bloomed.
North of my house
Geese you will see
Everywhere in site.

My brothers and my sisters
All around me until that day
It was horrible and crucial
The day they went away.
We grapes we stick together
We were all happy to say
Hey we are grapes
and we are here today.
We are harvested for many reasons
To be squeezed or clumped together,
To make juices, or wines,
and just look really fine.
I am grape and I come from vines
Thats a little grape joke
Yet, still there I wish to stay.
As of this moment I must say my good bye's,
This man has picked me up
And I'm heading towards the sky!