Best Soup Poems

Twas the night before Christmas, when all thru the Soup bowl,
Not a poet was writing, not even the musing mole.
All their pens were hung by the chimney with bubble gum,
Hoping Winged Warrior would lose and let them win some.

The poetesses were nestled snuggled in their...

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FOREVER ADELINE 

Acknowledgement:  
A big thank you Sam Scott from our Poetry Soup Community,
for your splendid narrative contribution.

Synopsis: 
A story of unrequited love that began in childhood. 
Despite the passage of time, his love remained hauntingly 
painful even after she fell in love with...

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Cauliflower clouds drift past broccoli trees,
where bright carrot paths lead to vegetable seas.

Tall corn sentries stand straight in a row,
while wild little radishes have no where to go.

Straight stalks of celery spar with asparagus heads,
with an audience of onions and green lettuce beds.

Big juicy tomatoes...

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 A first day on Soup is filled with much awe
The wonderful poems will make you smile
Easy is it to fall for all
Some enabled my mind, lingering a while
Just the few Soupers I mention here
Will blow you away with works of this year! 

Janet Cervenka...

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It was now growing dark as the sun was going down
When a stranger rode into Soup Creek, a frontier town
No one could see his face, he was all dressed in black
An old boy was heard to say "I think he's come back".

He took his horse...

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Poetry Soup, a forum international, a celebration
Of intellectual curiosity and creative exploration,
Embellishing soul’s heartfelt musings, amplifying 
Themes, resonating elegantly in forms and diction;
Rhythmic and meaningful linguistic brushstrokes
Yearning to forge missives hearts’ passions invoke;

Symphonic expressions of simile, and metaphors,
Ornate elucidations literary exultations compose;
Ubiquitous presence in poetic...

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     When it's soup season on Poetry Soup
     Ingredients are in large selection
     Creamy chicken soup is yummy
     for both body and soul
     it is...

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I tell you I like, that Wayland a bunch
He'd be the guy, to be there in a crunch
Not afraid of humor, he paves the way
With clerihew words, he loves to play

Let's talk of Eileen, the Queen of passion
Her verses of pleasure, will not be rationed
She...

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There's a defender among us, a friend who never surrenders or concedes
No thief is he, who offers encouragement to people with his kind deeds

A rapscallion, devoted to negativity, brings gloom to Poetry Soup Forest,
a site near a troll bridge where scoundrels live. To this, many...

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It was coming up for Christmas in the town of Soup Creek
Everyone was in good spirits and they had been all week
Jenna's saloon was very busy and Tania was about to sing
Folks had to stand and Jenna wished she had more seating. 

Tom glanced over...

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Fake News

As I was reading on the Soup with my morning cup-o-joe.
I saw a disturbing statement and it worried me so.
It was about our Poetry Soup, its decline and fall.
I tried to comment and ask why? But I was blocked after all.

How could our beloved...

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A BLESSED CHRISTMAS FOR ALL WITH POETRY SOUP

Dear Caren, Andrea, Cay Cay, Carolyn and Jan
Rico, Arturo, Paul and Chris, all of you are the same 
Excellent  poets, together with, Gordon, Duke and Line
Each of you write poetry so fine,
Beata, Nette, Janice, Heidi and Dear...

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Written: May 14, 2024

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Oh, how life has evolved drastically over years,
Similar to constant river flow and gears.
A world has spun, and time has obeyed its tune,
Leaving a...

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-Poetry Soup Kitchen-

Grab your aprons and spoon
Today we will not think of the stars and the moon,

Open your eyes, be grateful for all we have
Together we can paint the world
In any which way we desire

Let's give, live and celebrate the New Year
Poetry Soup Style
Happy New...

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Four “Golden Girls” seated at a table
Grey streaks our hair, but minds remain stable
     Convention is underway
     Michael has something to say
He opens our meeting with a fable
 
It’s about a tortoise that beats a hare
Some of...

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