Pot Poems - Poems about Pot

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I gather up pictures and bits of my past and scrapbook them into an album that will last. How dear to my heart are the photographs therein past......Read the rest...

... The players were hangin’ ‘round but were all headin’ for a fall, the room was quiet except for the drillin’ in the wall. The curfew had been lifted and “No Gamblin’” signs torn down,......Read the rest...

... Early Morning (In A Three Dog Town) Miracle Man 4/18/2024 Natures silence, that once owned the night. Now begs I hear, the cockcrow calls of birds. Crows come first, seeking so......Read the rest...

...The resonance of the old vampire’s voice holds the soul of the French Quarter; Thick as a rich pot of red beans and rice just waiting to be devoured; You can hear the succulent sound of jazz ......Read the rest...

...Chats in the Car We never drive far May be over the mountains As the wheels meet the tar And the bugs find their end Round each terminal bend Yet no fly in the ointment with Conversational f......Read the rest...

...You have breached the zone; tell me where else can the children roam? You have planted landmines on every corner and you have disrupted the social order. I hear sirens going off in my dreams and it c......Read the rest...

...You don't need to swear and cuss Making such a big loud fuss Calm down, take a breath You are scaring me to death I know your angers coming through Because of what he did to you You are mad and......Read the rest...

...Battles of the world Powers of incantations Flight of Broomsticks Evil on the minds Witches brew with a broth Human stew Witches sleuth Determined with desire The pot full of fire Witches wi......Read the rest...

..."Lee, you awake?" Yeah, sorry. "Where were you?" Nowhere, my call? Fold. Looking around the table, I couldn't have drifted that long, Wouldn't have known from the stares, whatever the faces. The......Read the rest...

...In bustling cities where dreams take flight, Amidst the chaos, people strive and sway, A tapestry of faces, colors bright, Unity in diversity, a sight divine, In every heart, a love beyond compar......Read the rest...

... Three kids to a bed, two beds to a room, three rooms crowded with flannel long johns and wool socks. If I was lucky enough maybe they had only been worn by two or three brothers before me. ......Read the rest...

...Oh my dear Cerise, Though your tear ducts stain blue, With the petals you pluck, Singing faint words of 'He loves me not', As the flower wilts in your hands. Dear Cerise don't cry, As they cr......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The golden pixie’s honeyed voice renews Spring’s fresh blooms join birds’ melodious song When springtime melts lingering winter blues In soft goodbye song ......Read the rest...

...You have no time, time’s not with us, Still, love aught be brought back with us. Let not time rob our love in life, Nor spill the pot of love with us. Forgotten we have naught with time, No......Read the rest...

...gather wares for market day and cauldrons of the land baneful stock for the boiling pot before the evening’s end tankards spill and taverns heave upon these Beltane days see magic folk and so......Read the rest...