Stews Poems - Poems about Stews

...The grand cosmos gifts us With both mystery and discovery. While the intellect grows with more Questions, by an insistent curiosity. If one follows the graphics of scien......Read the rest...

...Songs from a life, sounds like the blues, microwave fries, pot noodle, stews, dead on two legs, only half-nine, saying yes, to the overtime, this months rent and the kids' new shoes. Paying fo......Read the rest...

... tears freezing crystal fingertips upon cryptic cemetery cheeks under claustrophobic clothing clouds fresh fangs of finality fires morbid mournful mind hearts rot as the reaper's ro......Read the rest...

... prompts textures unwind time with coral sun poetry pond ripples midnight bonding with soul's eye sight crisp white lightning stirs heart's strong stews stars the opal nature narr......Read the rest...

...October is one of those months that begin to transition and change to prepare for winter. As our days begin to shorten, this tenth month brings us those refreshing cool breezes. The leaves all aro......Read the rest...

...he was a bullfrog we called him Twos. no idea why, except he was slimy as glues. once upon a time he crawled out of my shoes. listening to him now, as he sings the blues. feeling sad, morose, s......Read the rest...

...shorts,white socks sandals and panama- winter-white legs no wind,blue skies dozing in a deckchair- my afternoon tea stews hottest day of summer flying ants on high- a swallows' drive by ......Read the rest...

...no wind,blue skies dozing in a deckchair- my afternoon tea stews......Read the rest...

...The secret for great flavor in a baked cherry pie Add a little almond extract for the taste that will happily surprise For dull tasteless vegetables like cabbage and green beans Add a little ......Read the rest...

...These people I safely know who like to healthy grow fail to distinguish between cooperative housing and cooperative households, cooperative countries and communities Which as we all seem to......Read the rest...

...Sal Tryal is an unusual witch And not the kind that eat kids. She leads a quiet and simple life Wants no bother or any type strife. The deep forest is her piece of heaven In a place called No......Read the rest...

...To dream of a place Where I can be. Four doors and four walls Are all that I need. An Island with trees on A friend to each season A home who would love me like wind. I'd split a tree An......Read the rest...

... Worry shadows my mind In flavors of panic Anxiety and concern A rich well of apprehension Flooding my hope for serenity Disquiet flows through my veins In crimson agony On wave......Read the rest...

...SEPTEMBER 25, 2021 It was a bright sun, blue sky day, refreshingly cool, destined to be short in a post autumnal equinox way, the morning farmer’s market shimmering with activity, with varieti......Read the rest...

...You scream for my attention in the checkout aisle With tales of infidelity and sordid guile. You pique my curiosity with spicy clues. Gives me those supermarket tabloid blues. You document the ......Read the rest...