Best Peckish Poems
...Mourn not my Son... your Father's dead
And there's nothing to be done.
Do not mount the battlements in my defense
As the race was fairly won.
The kitchen table has not been set...
My chair lie......
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Categories:
peckish, appreciation, death, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
...My dad always takes care of me
He just loves me all the time,
Even when i disturb him
When his words he tries to rhyme,
He quickly picks me up
And gives me a loving pat,
He'll make sure i'm qui......
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Categories:
peckish, children, cute love, dog,
Form:
Rhyme
...Winter beach
09/08/2018
Cool breeze, Leafless trees, Arctic freeze
White cap waves, crumple and cave
Solemn solitary Seagull, pestering peckish people
Sandy seaweed soaked, covers beac......
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Categories:
peckish, beach, beautiful,
Form:
Alliteration
...Jan and Daz were out strolling one day
Daz turned and asked did I fancy a lay
I blushed like a schoolgirl and said Daz don’t be so rude! …
But I’m feeling quite peckish, I fancy some food
......
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Categories:
peckish, humorous, i miss you,
Form:
Rhyme
...A few beams of sunshine with a draft of cooling air
Peckish taste for flavorsome things
A tune flying through your mind like a swift on the wing
Easily provoked laughter: childish, but clever
Eve......
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Categories:
peckish, happiness,
Form:
List
...IT'S FOOD THAT I DESIRE
My peckish belly crumbles thunder loud
As I smell yummy Beef Wellington
Oven-fresh serve in silver plate
In my hand a knife and fork
I slice the whole i......
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Categories:
peckish, body, desire, feelings, food,
Form:
Etheree
...
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, nor was I born
I am older than the Earth
And as for......
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Categories:
peckish, god, space,
Form:
Rhyme
...Melting snow,
Cool breeze,
Crowded crows diving in a row,
Return of the unfriendly bees,
Colorful rainbow in the sky,
And the strange songs of the talkative parrot;
These are sig......
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Categories:
peckish, blessing, celebration, emotions, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
...Numbers make the world,
no smiles or batted eyes here
numbers make the world,
no sticky-sweet fingers or waving palms
numbers rule without qualms
Gross domestic products and
tonnage of staples on......
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Categories:
peckish, imagination, introspection,
Form:
Narrative
...With plunger in hand Fred was called from his bed
To the homestead of Sue a sexy redhead
The water bed pouring
As hubby was snoring
Fred was fine-tuning Sue till sunrise instead
Hubby woke p......
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Categories:
peckish, desire, funny, humorous, sexy,
Form:
Limerick
...
Devonshire tea with Peter an' Beryl, beware,
it's no the fact that Peter disnae care.
But 88 years doon the track o' life,
an' 84 years fur Beryl, Peter's carefree wife.
Ma Bonny wife Gilli......
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Categories:
peckish, natural disasters, me,
Form:
Quatrain
...I shiver tonight
I see the scary pumpkin
it dances alone
the witch is glaring
she is flying on her broom
the moon is so cold
the evil elf waits
for the right time to be bad
his grin is so d......
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Categories:
peckish, imagination, mystery, halloween, time,
Form:
Haiku
...You’re such a loving charmed romantic soul
Feeling so blessed to have you in my life
To tickle cuddle nibble and cajole
It's very endearing to be your wife
You turn each day to a celebration
......
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Categories:
peckish, appreciation, celebration, fun, happiness,
Form:
Sonnet
...PHONE BONE DELIGHT
A dog on a phone
Rang, ‘Dial-a-Bone,’
He wanted a delivery
Made to his home.
He also asked for
Small liver treats,
There’s nothing like dining
On two meats.
He sma......
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Categories:
peckish, dog, children, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
...The Joys of Getting Older.
We may all be getting on a bit
But lets not forget for some more fortunate
The joy of it
You don’t have to bounce up and down in bed no more
And when the Mrs says......
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Categories:
peckish, age,
Form:
Verse