Best Pots Poems
I came from a place of bean pots and tea pots
I love my trusty three-decade old crock pot
One holer, two holer, three holer, four
Another kind of pot, if your keeping score
Clay pots and tin pots not related to pot shots
Pot belly stoves found in old country stores
Soup pots, flower pots and pot holes galore
Cast iron, copper, stainless and Teflon
All make great pots and I could go on
Now there’s another pot staining our land
The stench of it all my nose can’t stand
It’s worse than a poop pot and I’m not a fan
Flowered patios,
admired for their charm,
Andalusian patios lovingly cared for.
As new-born babies
that Andalusian women take care of
with gentleness, dedicating
their time with the same devotion
to as a baby who needs attention.
Beauty with big eyes
that shines in a blind world
to old emotions.
Patios of my Andalusia,
you sow joy in front of
the ones who feel love
for those old ladies,
whose lives flow among your cares.
I wish you would always live
Andalusian ladies!,
so that our eyes
could delight those magical patios,
full of colors and dedication.
Every flower has your name
written on it, every new wrinkle
on your face is the effort
of your everyday's passion.
My garden is filled in pots I have no yard-no lots
I will need beautiful flower seeds I will need something to kill the weeds
Lots of lovely butterflies to pollinate flowers just watch and wait
I need more garden tools I also need a small stool
My garden needs a sky filled with sun Big clouds bring the rain for fun
Flowers growing bigger day by day All planted in pots made out of clay
My garden now very pretty Come take a look from the city
Date Written: 2/21/2021
2 Place
List With A Twist Contest Judged: 4/17/2021
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This time has come to be apart,
the abusive actions weren't really that smart!
In one angry moment you scarred my head,
You could have been the killer,I would have been dead!
I know amongst all the anger is guilt and remorse;
but,again ,you chose the violent course!
When do you learn self control?
When do you set standards that reach your highest goal?
Turn to the Lord,be filled with his spirit,
Spread his loving words;so,others will hear it!
We're all cracked pots carrying his word;
yet,so many people starve that's never heard!
Each individual pot has its' own hidden flaws,
"Share his message,""Rejoice in his laws",
This my friend will restore your soul,
Happiness will fill our hearts,making us whole!
We all know the Lord is always right;
as,through more Cracked Pots...Shines Heavens Light!
Sometimes when I'm washing pots
It drives me round the bend
Big plates little plates knife and forks
They seem to never end.
The plates though are quite easy
You can wash them very quick
But when it comes to greasy pans
They really make me sick.
Why is it when I wash up
I get water every where
And because I'm only three foot two
I stand upon a chair.
Why do I have to wash the pots
I'm only eight years old
My mum heard me moaning
She said do as you are told.
I got a little angry
Splashing water every where
And started mumbling to myself
Washing pots is just not fair.
The joys of married life far outweigh any minor discrepancies
Such as throwing pots and pans or other minor irregularities
Must turn a blind eye
As dangerous stuff flies by
It all part of the charm, ignore the unavoidable peculiarities
Of course it happened, I should have known
For I've been taught since before I was grown
And yet I diminish myself and my past
By rash decisions that promise, but flee fast
And throughout the circles we prideful may go
Our egos fade slowly in the wet Texan snow
Egos that once were humility and peace
This heart rough as scales once as soft as pink fleece
And still tender beneath the hard seeming shell
Her face doth bestow a deceiving lil spell
They think she's happy and she's done no wrong
But they've never heard her voice break in song
Nor seen the evidence of a betrayal wrongly done
Not noticed the fabric even under the sun
Smile she will but on the inside dare not
She cannot hope to do what others think they ought
She's been there before and boiled that day
Like the frog in the pan, who couldn't get away
antiquated it sits
collecting dust amidst memories
threadbare piece of cloth
unraveling with time
I cleek it from the drawer
press it against my heart
then stare blankly at its threads
unraveling the years
I can almost see you
adept hands carefully knitting
each little thread in place
then carefully tying the knot
I grimace in pain
the writhe of my stomach
twisting about as I trace each thread
the same as the tears sketch my face
to hold you once more
in more than confine's of mind
seems as impossible
as tossing this tattered cloth
that brings me solace
through the threads of time
May 13, 2020
The only heart I had
Now breaks
As hardened clay pots
You’re frail and fragile
Bones
Protected by slipping
Skin
I shall be at my end
My nighttime closing in
The heart I have left
Blows away a sand
Left decrepit by
The only ache
I feel
The slipping of fair
Skin
Yellowed now deep
Within
Your blood runs in my arms
Breath, don’t go
I’ll never forget
if you cook
than get hook
it read the book
its part of the plan
they don get hot
POTS AND PANS
The old, cracked clay pots on the shelf
They've been there so long
I leave them there as a reminder
Life leaves deep wounds from wrongs
Some cracks are deep with crevices bold
Some so fine almost unseen
Those have been repaired hold the soul
But none can repair the genes
They are so old and unwanted now
Their shelf life ending soon
Their souls have been put through the fire
Only use is to be ground up and strewn
My pot filled with broth
Made from years of tears
Boiled over and spilled
Putting out my desire
To cry any more tears
For the carrots I need
To feel feed.
Standing beside the pots and pans,
the pretty girl was full of life
and had the look of 'far to go',
but green tee-shirt was much too tight.
Standing beside the pots and pans,
maybe she'll never escape those,
but if she's a stickler for shirt too tight,
heaven only knows.
9/28/2015
The servants obeyed Jesus,
And filled the water pots with water to the brim.
They did not know why
Or what He’d do. They did not question-
They just obeyed Him.
They must have felt very foolish
When they served it to the guests.
But the Governor of the feast declared,
“The wine they’d saved till the last,
Was the best.”
Steaming tea pots help a lot
When troubles come your way
Simply pour a cup
Rest and look up
Giving your troubles away