Baste Poems - Poems about Baste

... A Joining Created Colors of Human Faces All is the power of the power Elohim creates Beauty beheld baste the provisions shore Creative forces share creativity case… Declared declaration of pr......Read the rest...

... Written: November 28, 2023 ______________________________________ Beneath the sweltering luminescent sky. A thunderbolt flared over the silent firefly. Oak-smoke tone......Read the rest...

...Thanksgiving gobbledygook The following anecdote baste upon overactive imagination of mine in sync with being married and monogamously living socially chaste life as a scrupulous anchorite, w......Read the rest...

...In the midst of weeping with a salty aftertaste. There is a warm embrace of light, not waste. Some stories are cloaked in frantic haste. This is emerging in the midst of the chaste. L......Read the rest...

...I’m the patient while these words are like my doctor/ Find the grace and style to please hoards jarred like nectar/ Wined by the taste and trial to ease an orange barred sector/ I’m defined by the......Read the rest...

... There was a young hare, with way too much hair. His fur snagged a grate, a fact not so great. But he couldn’t bear to shave himself bare, so he’ll have to wait till he loses weight. I d......Read the rest...

...I feel it in my hips, I feel it in my hands. I hate the drying lips, I hate the swollen glands. The wrinkling of my skin, The bags under my eyes. The disappearing grin, Comes as no surprise.......Read the rest...

...With simplicity, he executes His services as due and suits. To promote cordial relationship; An artisan cum craftsmanship. For proper growth to taking its place... Which character brace up c......Read the rest...

...Pickelina Pickelina, cutest dill from Pasadena she was hot, she was spicy with a crunch of very nicey With a dash of cosher dill she was Duken's favorite thrill was she gherkin was s......Read the rest...

...rub my butt with spices baste my breasts with olive oil slather my wings and things with sauce butter my thighs, slow broil ah, the savory delights of a summer BBQ!......Read the rest...

...Quest the shove your fate, my mate. With the advice of the dough of joy sate, To coincidentally run into one's soulmate. In the way of other options, we baste. Though worries wer......Read the rest...

...The night ended in smoke. Sleepwalking fumes rolled over the park, perambulated in groggy circles, then got stuck in the tree branches where they hung as thick as melting du......Read the rest...

...The colors of a sea, a distant sail on its edge. A pearly flush. The coast of an elegant cloud, the stretch of a snowy egret. The glide of a black- necked swan. Dusk. The butter ......Read the rest...

...written few years ago preceding breakup of first born offspring and her Puerto Rican born beau, when existence of averred progeny did flow smooth and minimally disrupted she exhibited counten......Read the rest...

...State of the Art (IV) These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. Hearthside by Michael R. Burch “When you are old and grey and full of sleep...” — W. ......Read the rest...