Grapes are sweet or sour, firm and unyielding or soft and gooshing juice under my tongue. Grapes can be sour and tart or warmly sweet. Grapes are so much like the people I’ve loved and hated.
Taylor Boston
purple balls of hope. every one is different but they still look the same. people are their antonyms– we all look different but try to be the same. it is unfortunate, right? or would we rather be grapes?
purple is a beautiful color. dark and light at the dame time.
hannah
grapes are something that are rarely considered to be something of beauty, there beautiful round shape like two beautiful butt cheeks and that great purple or green color that reminds me of vomit, just lovely.
gerardo cortez
she fed them to him one by one, chasing his lips with one of them as her hand crinkled through smooth shale skin and pushed away gossamer strands of blond hair to reveal the flashes of electric blue eyes. she had forgotten if it were the greek gods or roman that cherished grapes so, but he could be her god any day.
devin
I don’t know what to write. One world? We all live in ine world. Why can’t it be in peice. Everone is so messed up I just want to be HAPPY. Thats it.Why does everyine tink that I don’t have feelings? That things don’t affect jme? They do. Everything affects me. One world, one pond. Ripple affect.
Alex.
My favorite episode of “I love Lucy” is the grape-stomping episode. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen the entire episode – I just remember the clip from watching “Pretty Woman”. Funny how your memory plays tricks on you, isn’t it?
Rachel Price
Grapes flowing over the side of a golden urn. Greek gods lounging, purple juice flowing over long white beards and muscly tan abs. Wars? C.S Lewis’s laughing party in the book “Prince Caspian”. Our trellis, warm and sticky with bright blue grapes and glossy reflective red ones. :)
Eldest
growing on the vine, made into wine. Smeared as a jelly or crisp from the fridge.
The purple the blue the red and the seeded(Which I have been bored of)
And one of the few fruits which toes are likened to
Dan
a purple durdle of delight and happiness. in which i find pleasure of chomping. but later on, down i go to the toilet and flush those babies out.
toney
Grapes have thin skin like me. Tannis, the flavor of the skins makes wine bitter. Thin skin can make anyone bitter.
Crystal
wine lasgune grapes france fermented aged red white sinfindale merlot sweet bittter bold smooth purple juice jams jellies pies cakes pasteies salads
rae v dooley
dionysus picked a grape off of his headress and rolled it around in his mouth.
ophelia
purple juicy good for you – seeds, vitamins, beauty, health, wine, sugar
gena
Hanging above the chandelier, I reach for them but they disappear.
sam
It was a sunny day as I awoke in the southern California morning . I glanced at the alarm clock which was beeping gently . 8:04 it read , I swung my feet over the side of my bed and looked out over the vineyard filled with the beautiful grapes.
Jc
The grapes of wrath, but not always. There is truth in wine, or fermented grape juice. In vino veritas, as they say. There are muscatels, pinot etc
Phil Kimmins
Of Wrath? Just kidding. I never read that book, it wasn’t required reading in school. We read EAst of Eden instead and I personally read The Pearl as well. I steered away from Grapes of Wrath because, though Stienbeck is quite talented, he seems to lack the ability to understand when his stories have come to a conclusive end. Rather he seems to prefer driving them into the ground or letting them taper off into a fine thread. Good, just not my preference.
Kelsey
Grapes are good for making wine. Which is a homophone of whine. Tomorrow, we hope that the Baltimore Ravens will have sour grapes and maybe some cheese to go with their whine.
Scott
Never liked grapes. Keep finding them in my shoes, under my pillow. Someone in my house brings them in. I dream about them and wake up with grapes in my ears. I don’t like how in things they are.
Roland
The grapes rolled off the table, one by one, as her fingers slowly relaxed.
Ell Tee
Grapes can be purple and smooth and sour and gross and soggy and old and raisins and wine and good for you and everything under the sun. They do not make good baseballs, basketballs, hats, glass eyeballs, jackets, boogers, or friends.
beverly
Man I hate grapes. My former fiance ate grapes every opportunity she had. What kind of snack is grapes with Gouda cheese? YUCK! I suppose at least you get wine from grapes…I suppose that makes grapes excellent in liquid form.
Ron Eckert
Grapes are the most wonderful fruits. There’s always a use for it. You can dry it so you have raisins. You can crush it then age it so you have wine. Or you can eat just like that. It’s very versatile. Like people… we can do a lot of things but we usually just do the things that we feel most comfortable doing. Sometimes to our own detriment… we never reach our full potential because we are too afraid. Too afraid to take that chance. Too afraid of not being accepted for who we truly are.
Trina
they are purple and round they are bundled and grow on vines. they taste good and are very juicy.
Taylor Sutherland
Aisha eats grapes.
Aisha loves the taste.
Aisha can taste the love
of sweet little grapes.
Aisha eats grapes
without a care in the world.
Aisha, one lovable
grape-eating girl.
Rick Veloz
The bluest waters in the world can be seen in the Islands that make up Greece. Of course, I’ve never been there; so my imagination prints the most beautiful picture.
Erik J
Following form,
we tied the laces of our boots
& slapped each other’s hands
away from each other’s faces, we
liked the way it felt to feel
thin flesh like dark red grapes.
Brad
Listen!
Can you see that someday
these red will be green again,
can you see that these green
will be peeled down &
gone?
See! Can you understand
that this will happen without
you or with you? Can you?
Brad
Grapes! It’s actually an inside joke with a friend. I saw her yesterday. Are you ok? “Yeah.” With a smile that’s not hers creeping onto her face. A foreign smile. The eyes give it away. The “gateway into the soul.”
Steph B
As I looked at the grapes in his hand, I knew that he had a much greater intention than just helping me get a serving of fruit. I didn’t know how I felt about this, but decided to not let this moment go to waste.
Jess
Grapes are luscious when they are fully ripe, otherwise they can be bitter and leave an ugly taste in your mouth. I prefer sweet green grapes to the large dusky purple ones. the purple ones make my stomach ache.
Shelley Muzzy
The size of grapes, he said. Your balls are the size of grapes. You are not a man, but a boy. And from the way you act you’ll never be a man. Grow up, and grow some real balls boy. I am not done with you yet, you will learn. One day, you will learn.
Ash
what a fucking stupid word. i can write about sour grapes: I don’t love him anyway. It’s not that he’s just unreachable, like stupid grapes in a tree, it’s that we wouldn’t work out; we are better off as friends; we are just not cut out for it. But I know better, even though I tell myself these things, I know better that I’m in love with him and I’m in love with him and it will never change no matter how I convince myself otherwise: Those grapes are the best tasting grapes I’ll ever fucking find but I just can’t reach them.
Jessica
Green and purple drops fall from a long winding branch, swaying in the wind. They land in the matteed grass and rot away, their seeds planting in the ground
margat
When I looked at my glass of wine I wondered about how well all the grapes that were used to make it where so delicately taken care of. They had someone to watch over them, take care o
Paige
I picked them off the shelf five miles south of my house, where Jessica Grandmother was putting the finishing touches to a domino rally around the house, while, in the same square mile, james, my basset hound, was engaged in a struggle with a food mixer, and my eldest son was losing his virginity for the second time. But mostly I remember the grapes.
crabmuffins
Coming from the Northern California wine country I have finally learned that wine from our grapes don’t just come in screw off bottles. Sonoma County is so beautiful. You can drive on a late summer day and see lines and lines of grape vines. The grapes growing there are not very good to eat… but danm, put them in old casks and wait a few years and they are bliss. There are quite a number of different grape vines up there in north country. I have only tasted less than 10% of their potential. Grape jelly is quite a different thing, and grape juice is best if it comes directly from the plants that are grown for them. Of grapes many incarnations I guess I like the wine most. Frozen green grapes are really good too, for snacks without calories and fat. I really like it when there are green grapes in Fruit Cocktail, but I like the cherries better. Grapes are an industry here, but unfortunately the people who pick them do not participate in the wealth it brings. I would like to be a grape picking owner of a vineyard that produces champagne. I would probably hve the same fate as a dope dealer who does his own drugs.
beatrice Collins
Purple floating
Dots against the sun
both out of reach
both full,
splashed with color
simply sickly sweet
It cannot be true
it cannot be real
Kayley
small tiny fresh m-m-m-m, great it rhymes with ‘great’!
lehazyo
I see them glistening with dew drops in the sunlight… waiting to be picked and bitten into. Thats what I loved about my grandfathers farm… all of the grapes. He always had them growing, and every year he would have me over to test them all out for him.
Grapes are sweet or sour, firm and unyielding or soft and gooshing juice under my tongue. Grapes can be sour and tart or warmly sweet. Grapes are so much like the people I’ve loved and hated.
purple balls of hope. every one is different but they still look the same. people are their antonyms– we all look different but try to be the same. it is unfortunate, right? or would we rather be grapes?
purple is a beautiful color. dark and light at the dame time.
grapes are something that are rarely considered to be something of beauty, there beautiful round shape like two beautiful butt cheeks and that great purple or green color that reminds me of vomit, just lovely.
she fed them to him one by one, chasing his lips with one of them as her hand crinkled through smooth shale skin and pushed away gossamer strands of blond hair to reveal the flashes of electric blue eyes. she had forgotten if it were the greek gods or roman that cherished grapes so, but he could be her god any day.
I don’t know what to write. One world? We all live in ine world. Why can’t it be in peice. Everone is so messed up I just want to be HAPPY. Thats it.Why does everyine tink that I don’t have feelings? That things don’t affect jme? They do. Everything affects me. One world, one pond. Ripple affect.
My favorite episode of “I love Lucy” is the grape-stomping episode. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen the entire episode – I just remember the clip from watching “Pretty Woman”. Funny how your memory plays tricks on you, isn’t it?
Grapes flowing over the side of a golden urn. Greek gods lounging, purple juice flowing over long white beards and muscly tan abs. Wars? C.S Lewis’s laughing party in the book “Prince Caspian”. Our trellis, warm and sticky with bright blue grapes and glossy reflective red ones. :)
growing on the vine, made into wine. Smeared as a jelly or crisp from the fridge.
The purple the blue the red and the seeded(Which I have been bored of)
And one of the few fruits which toes are likened to
a purple durdle of delight and happiness. in which i find pleasure of chomping. but later on, down i go to the toilet and flush those babies out.
Grapes have thin skin like me. Tannis, the flavor of the skins makes wine bitter. Thin skin can make anyone bitter.
wine lasgune grapes france fermented aged red white sinfindale merlot sweet bittter bold smooth purple juice jams jellies pies cakes pasteies salads
dionysus picked a grape off of his headress and rolled it around in his mouth.
purple juicy good for you – seeds, vitamins, beauty, health, wine, sugar
Hanging above the chandelier, I reach for them but they disappear.
It was a sunny day as I awoke in the southern California morning . I glanced at the alarm clock which was beeping gently . 8:04 it read , I swung my feet over the side of my bed and looked out over the vineyard filled with the beautiful grapes.
The grapes of wrath, but not always. There is truth in wine, or fermented grape juice. In vino veritas, as they say. There are muscatels, pinot etc
Of Wrath? Just kidding. I never read that book, it wasn’t required reading in school. We read EAst of Eden instead and I personally read The Pearl as well. I steered away from Grapes of Wrath because, though Stienbeck is quite talented, he seems to lack the ability to understand when his stories have come to a conclusive end. Rather he seems to prefer driving them into the ground or letting them taper off into a fine thread. Good, just not my preference.
Grapes are good for making wine. Which is a homophone of whine. Tomorrow, we hope that the Baltimore Ravens will have sour grapes and maybe some cheese to go with their whine.
Never liked grapes. Keep finding them in my shoes, under my pillow. Someone in my house brings them in. I dream about them and wake up with grapes in my ears. I don’t like how in things they are.
The grapes rolled off the table, one by one, as her fingers slowly relaxed.
Grapes can be purple and smooth and sour and gross and soggy and old and raisins and wine and good for you and everything under the sun. They do not make good baseballs, basketballs, hats, glass eyeballs, jackets, boogers, or friends.
Man I hate grapes. My former fiance ate grapes every opportunity she had. What kind of snack is grapes with Gouda cheese? YUCK! I suppose at least you get wine from grapes…I suppose that makes grapes excellent in liquid form.
Grapes are the most wonderful fruits. There’s always a use for it. You can dry it so you have raisins. You can crush it then age it so you have wine. Or you can eat just like that. It’s very versatile. Like people… we can do a lot of things but we usually just do the things that we feel most comfortable doing. Sometimes to our own detriment… we never reach our full potential because we are too afraid. Too afraid to take that chance. Too afraid of not being accepted for who we truly are.
they are purple and round they are bundled and grow on vines. they taste good and are very juicy.
Aisha eats grapes.
Aisha loves the taste.
Aisha can taste the love
of sweet little grapes.
Aisha eats grapes
without a care in the world.
Aisha, one lovable
grape-eating girl.
The bluest waters in the world can be seen in the Islands that make up Greece. Of course, I’ve never been there; so my imagination prints the most beautiful picture.
Following form,
we tied the laces of our boots
& slapped each other’s hands
away from each other’s faces, we
liked the way it felt to feel
thin flesh like dark red grapes.
Listen!
Can you see that someday
these red will be green again,
can you see that these green
will be peeled down &
gone?
See! Can you understand
that this will happen without
you or with you? Can you?
Grapes! It’s actually an inside joke with a friend. I saw her yesterday. Are you ok? “Yeah.” With a smile that’s not hers creeping onto her face. A foreign smile. The eyes give it away. The “gateway into the soul.”
As I looked at the grapes in his hand, I knew that he had a much greater intention than just helping me get a serving of fruit. I didn’t know how I felt about this, but decided to not let this moment go to waste.
Grapes are luscious when they are fully ripe, otherwise they can be bitter and leave an ugly taste in your mouth. I prefer sweet green grapes to the large dusky purple ones. the purple ones make my stomach ache.
The size of grapes, he said. Your balls are the size of grapes. You are not a man, but a boy. And from the way you act you’ll never be a man. Grow up, and grow some real balls boy. I am not done with you yet, you will learn. One day, you will learn.
what a fucking stupid word. i can write about sour grapes: I don’t love him anyway. It’s not that he’s just unreachable, like stupid grapes in a tree, it’s that we wouldn’t work out; we are better off as friends; we are just not cut out for it. But I know better, even though I tell myself these things, I know better that I’m in love with him and I’m in love with him and it will never change no matter how I convince myself otherwise: Those grapes are the best tasting grapes I’ll ever fucking find but I just can’t reach them.
Green and purple drops fall from a long winding branch, swaying in the wind. They land in the matteed grass and rot away, their seeds planting in the ground
When I looked at my glass of wine I wondered about how well all the grapes that were used to make it where so delicately taken care of. They had someone to watch over them, take care o
I picked them off the shelf five miles south of my house, where Jessica Grandmother was putting the finishing touches to a domino rally around the house, while, in the same square mile, james, my basset hound, was engaged in a struggle with a food mixer, and my eldest son was losing his virginity for the second time. But mostly I remember the grapes.
Coming from the Northern California wine country I have finally learned that wine from our grapes don’t just come in screw off bottles. Sonoma County is so beautiful. You can drive on a late summer day and see lines and lines of grape vines. The grapes growing there are not very good to eat… but danm, put them in old casks and wait a few years and they are bliss. There are quite a number of different grape vines up there in north country. I have only tasted less than 10% of their potential. Grape jelly is quite a different thing, and grape juice is best if it comes directly from the plants that are grown for them. Of grapes many incarnations I guess I like the wine most. Frozen green grapes are really good too, for snacks without calories and fat. I really like it when there are green grapes in Fruit Cocktail, but I like the cherries better. Grapes are an industry here, but unfortunately the people who pick them do not participate in the wealth it brings. I would like to be a grape picking owner of a vineyard that produces champagne. I would probably hve the same fate as a dope dealer who does his own drugs.
Purple floating
Dots against the sun
both out of reach
both full,
splashed with color
simply sickly sweet
It cannot be true
it cannot be real
small tiny fresh m-m-m-m, great it rhymes with ‘great’!
I see them glistening with dew drops in the sunlight… waiting to be picked and bitten into. Thats what I loved about my grandfathers farm… all of the grapes. He always had them growing, and every year he would have me over to test them all out for him.