Poems about cherries

I'll eat your cherries
That stain my teeth
When you offer them
As forgiveness

"You are twisted
And your tongue permanently tastes of cherries. " -
You say,
But I just tie cherry knots
With my fruit-infused tongue,
And laugh at your complaints.
Red neon numbers remind me
Of your lips on mine.
Gripping at the empty side of the bed,
Wishing I were somehow still in your head.
You and I were similiar and collided
In coexisting lives.
I can see a jaw drop
The hand moving south
As if to slip into the knife drawer
Of a total solar eclipse.
Six shots deep so I could forget your name,
And all of the reason I love you.
Instead I sat there
With him,
(not you)
Crying over cherry stems.

We cannot sleep when the other is our dream made flesh
As we argue the point of our pointless.
When
All but the altar
Believes...
What god says
" yes "?
And who needs
A wasteland
When dead cherries sing
Our oasis

But winter Springs?

Happy New Year to all who create beauty with words and moments of hope. Thank you for sharing and new roads with a thin pen.

The Girl with the Cherries

The girl
Who used to open
The markets
And lock the day.
The girl with the cherries
Is flying away...
And they soared
Like rainbows.
The traders' faces
Stretched.
The passers by
Sank their hearts.
And somebody
Smiled,
Gathered the pastels
And went on.


The original:

Момичето с черешите

Момичето,
което отключваше
пазарите
и заключваше деня.
Момичето с черешите
полита...
� те се вдигнаха
като дъги.
Лицата на търговците
се удължиха.
Минаващите
спряха си сърцето.
Рђ РЅСЏРєРѕР№
СЃРµ СѓСЃРјРёС…РЅР°,
прибра пастелите
и продължи.


Преводач Български-английски: Савова Vessislava
Rarebird
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I don't know when but one day past,
I preserved our love so it would last.
Jars of cherries and pears line the case
Our love hidden in its secret place.

Over time the room grew musty,
I used the pears and cherries thusly,
I left the room dim and quiet
Then soon forgot what I left inside it.

After weeks or months or years,
I find myself searching again in here.
I've forgotten what I lost,
But I will find it at any cost.

In a nook, I spot a single jar
Hidden in dust as thick as tar,
I approach it slowly without fear
Recalling now what I stored here.

I wiped the grunge and twisted the cap
Stopped a moment, taken aback.
Our love escaped and dissipated
I grab the air as if to save it.

I throw the grimy jar to the ground,
Burn it to guarantee it won't be found.
I close the room and turn the lock,
My wooden heart begins to knock.

I light a match and don't look back
Gasoline drowns the past.
The pears and cherries are now homeless
Thrown to the street without notice.

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Beautiful,
Beauty
No... hand on chest. Chilling.
Painted fingertips and Smell of cherries.

You're sweet
You are dark inside
You are so sour yet so juicy and full of flavor
Your tough skin on the outside holds the softest in the inside
You are bloody red and seem to always make a mess
But you will forever be my sweet and sour black cherry