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Best Kitchen Stove Poems

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Premium Member The Visit Home
There's wood for chopping stacked up near the door
to fuel warm fires in the kitchen stove
which Papa proudly bought when I was four,
long time before...

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Categories: kitchen stove, family, home,
Form: Sonnet



Premium Member Soul's Path Unfolds
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Will I descry my consort before I settle?
Always ecstatic  but never got a medal
Abide by the authentic route, even if slowly
I purport to originate,...

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© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: kitchen stove, analogy, appreciation, beauty, soulmate,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Unwoven Memories
I grew up and out on a four family-owned,
and cooperatively-organized,
extended matriarchal farm.

Four interdependent 1940s through 1970s patriarchally managed businesses,
without substantial questions about who should wear...

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Categories: kitchen stove, culture, family, farm, happiness,
Form: Prose Poetry
Premium Member Mom's Old Iron Skillet
The skillet hung near the old wood-burning kitchen stove.
Aside from her family, Mom considered it a special trove.
With that blackened old pan she prepared delicious...

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Categories: kitchen stove, food, funny, nostalgiamom, old,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Winter Warmth
homemade chicken soup
     simmers on the kitchen stove
     liquid warmth for winter's chill
    ...

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Categories: kitchen stove, family, food, nostalgia,
Form: Sedoka



Premium Member Winter Sleep
My grandfather
Worked hard all his life
And died
When I was 
Away.

I remember him 
Sitting in the dark
By the kitchen stove
On cold winter nights 
Rubbing his calloused...

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Categories: kitchen stove, lifeold, work, winter, me,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member Our Home
Our home Is filled with thanks and love,
this we got from God up above.
The kitchen stove cooking away,
before eating we first must pray.
Let's go play...

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Categories: kitchen stove, family, food, friend, fun,
Form: Lay
Not Dead, Just Messy
Nietzsche got it wrong
And though I’ve often heard it said
I think I’m sure of it myself
Yes - I know I am not dead

I never died,...

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Categories: kitchen stove, god, space,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member My Memories
There’s a sound and smell that brings back
memories of the long ago,
of those short hours between the work and bed.
The family would gather
in the front...

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Categories: kitchen stove, family
Form: Narrative
Morning Time
…MORNING TIME

Every morning at four, I hear the slamming of the woodshed door.
The rattle of the poker and the smell of wood smoke, wafting ...

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Categories: kitchen stove, family,
Form: ABC
Tough Pill To Swallow
11/1/21

Ever since a child
It's all been a vicious cycle
Through all the tribulations and trials
I was happy or I didn't smile
Stuck for awhile, or got by...

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Categories: kitchen stove, dark, deep, life, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
An Ode To My Banjo and My Little Country Home
There’s a load of dust and sweat pulling my ole tired mussels 
           down
 ...

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Categories: kitchen stove, farm, house, memory, pain,
Form: Rhyme
Computers
COMPUTERS

                      Frank Halliwell

Beware my...

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Categories: kitchen stove,
Form: Rhyme
Poem Not Written
I had hoped to pen a poem today
Before laying myself down to sleep,
But I have to admit with some dismay
That my emotions were not so...

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Categories: kitchen stove, on writing and words,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member Idella
There are certain smells, sights,and tastes,
which will always remind me of Grandma.

The yellow of freshly molded butter;
thin, floral china tapping on a white porcelain tabletop;
the...

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Categories: kitchen stove, childhoodgod, god, me,
Form: Narrative

Book: Reflection on the Important Things