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Welcome to our collection of Apricot Poems, where the sweetness of this delicious fruit is celebrated in verse. From the delicate bloom of apricot blossoms to the juicy flesh of the fruit itself, these poems capture the essence of apricots in all their glory.
Explore the beauty of nature with our Peach Blossom Poems or indulge in the vibrant colors of Orange Poems. For a touch of whimsy, check out our Limericks inspired by apricots.
Whether you’re a fan of apricots or simply appreciate the beauty of nature, these poems are sure to delight and inspire. Enjoy the sweetness and light of our Apricot Poems collection.
Golden Fruit:
Apricots in summer’s glow,
Hanging from the branches low.
Golden orbs with velvet skin,
Sweetness held in soft within.
In their flavor, sunshine bright,
A taste that brings pure delight.
In the orchard’s leafy green,
Apricots like gems are seen.
Nature’s candy, sweet and fair,
Filling baskets everywhere.
In each bite, a summer’s kiss,
Apricots, a simple bliss.
Fruit of Sun:
Apricots in morning’s light,
Bring a joy so pure and bright.
From the tree, they gently fall,
Nature’s bounty, free for all.
Velvet skin and golden hue,
In their taste, the morning dew.
Sweet and tart in perfect blend,
Apricots, a summer friend.
In the orchard’s quiet shade,
Memories and dreams are made.
With each bite, the past returns,
In the taste, the heart sojourns.
Summer’s Gift:
Apricots in warm embrace,
Fill the garden with their grace.
Golden treasures in the sun,
Sweet and ripe, each one.
From the tree to hand and mouth,
A taste of the gentle south.
In their flavor, stories told,
Of summer days and hearts of gold.
Nature’s gift, so pure and sweet,
Apricots, a summer’s treat.
In their warmth, a joy so pure,
In each bite, love’s allure.
Fruitful Confusion:
An apricot on my cereal fell,
I thought it was a peach, can’t you tell?
I took a bite, surprise on my face,
Apricots win the breakfast race!
Juicy and sweet, a morning treat,
My taste buds danced, oh what a feat.
Now apricots, my favorite fare,
In my cereal, they’re always there.
Apricot Antics:
I juggled apricots, quite the feat,
One bounced away, rolled to the street.
A squirrel grabbed it, made my day,
Apricot adventures in every way!
From tree to ground, a game begun,
Watching squirrels, it’s so much fun.
Apricots, both fruit and play,
Brighten up my every day.
Golden Harvest:
In the orchards where apricots grow,
Golden harvest, life’s glow.
A touch so sweet, a heart so pure,
Apricots, nature’s allure.
From blossoms to fruit, a journey grand,
Apricots, life’s hand.
A symbol of summer, a sign of grace,
Apricots, nature’s embrace.
In their flavor, joy is found,
Apricots, all around.
Golden harvest, pure and bright,
Apricots, in the light.
In their taste, sunshine blends,
Apricots, where sweetness extends.
With each bite, delight grows,
Apricots, nature’s shows.
Golden Fruit:
The apricot with hue of gold,
In orchard’s sunlit embrace bold.
Its sweetness pure, a summer’s treat,
A juicy bite, a taste complete.
On branches strong, the fruit does grow,
A symbol of the earth’s warm glow.
With every harvest, joy is found,
In apricot, the taste renowned.
Sunlit Gem:
Apricot, the sunlit gem,
Adorns the branch like diadem.
With velvet skin and flavor sweet,
It offers up a golden treat.
In gardens green, its presence bright,
A summer’s gift, a pure delight.
The apricot, both fair and fine,
A treasure of the orchard line.
