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Best Waitresses Poems

Below are the all-time best Waitresses poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of waitresses poems written by PoetrySoup members


These Hands, These Hands
These Hands, These Hands

I have seen hands like this before
In every size and color
Hands that are parched and withered
Strong hands, tired hands
Hands that can bear...

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Categories: waitresses, giving, humanity, imagery, life,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member All That You Imagine
My imaginary restaurant will be named “All That You Imagine.”
Any food you can imagine, you will be served.
Thanks to technology and a world-class cooking staff,
I...

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Categories: waitresses, food,
Form: Prose
Premium Member Ode To Occupy Wall Street
The middle class here can't be saved
When 0.001% act so depraved
Their wealth without end
These royals* still pretend
Did not come from us—their 
enslaved**


*The Royals: CEOs, Banksters,...

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Categories: waitresses, happiness, life, peace,
Form: Limerick
Premium Member Open All Night'
Everybody, and his brother
Stopped in, at one time, or another
Not for the greasy hash browns
Or the coffee, with a half a cup, of grounds
They weren't...

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Categories: waitresses, nostalgia,
Form: Lyric
Premium Member Blast From the Past
Las Vegas nights
Bright flashing lights
Guests arrive in droves
To visit gamble and let loose
Their private jets and stretch limos
Hollywood royalty on tour
Dressed for a neverending gala
The...

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Categories: waitresses, celebrity, change, city, fun,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Oktoberfest
Froth
spilling
from large mugs
brimming with chilled
Bavarian beer.
Spiced delicacies tempt.
The aroma of grilled meat
pervades the night as senses reel.
Waitresses in traditional dress
serve folks to the sound of...

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Categories: waitresses, drink, food, music,
Form: Etheree
Premium Member A New
Waking  I wander where did those happy days go.

My New Year resolution is to shed those unnecessary thoughts.

My Comforter will guide me and wants...

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Categories: waitresses, childhood, father, funeral, me,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member Remember When
Remember the times 
We used to hang out at that club in the city
The music was hot
Drinks were cheap
The chicks were there
The bar was crowded
But...

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Categories: waitresses, life,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member A Grand Carlyle Residue Via 1989
Stymied synergistic stoolcumers synchronized
of gifted glib galb garbage run of mouth
nicotine rings of one night 
no promise quickly spilled
ever taxed gestured pocket
pool. tandem coulpling random...

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Categories: waitresses, change, character, culture, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member The Job - Part 2
On the plane I meditated or at least I tried to.  Most of the time I get a seat to myself.  These days...

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Categories: waitresses, death, desire, first love,
Form: Narrative
My Birthday
Form: Free-Verse

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Categories: waitresses, birthday, celebration,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member The General Store Restaurant
The old wood building is sadly vacant and needs repairs,
      but I have a dream to purchase it and bring...

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Categories: waitresses, food, imagination, nostalgia,
Form: Verse
Premium Member Victims
Valentine’s day supper
Village restaurant booked
Vexed diners! We wait for
Venison steak meals but
Violins screeched out six
Viennese waltzes, the
Very drunk chef is sacked!
 
This is based on...

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Categories: waitresses, conflict, food,
Form: Verse
The Dam Broke In Quebec
The dam broke in Quebec.
My thoughts,
my words, 
and my pen
all moved.
Moved like the thin layer 
of brackish water
over the icy depths
of le Fleave St. Laurent.
Moved...

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Categories: waitresses, beauty,
Form: Blank verse
Freckles They Called Him
Walter Branham, a retired teacher, and his wife Victoria went to Applebee’s, the chain restaurant, for lunch one day last week. First time they had...

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Categories: waitresses, race, retirement,
Form: Prose

Book: Reflection on the Important Things