Bread Poems - Poems about Bread

A loaf of bread, untouched, waiting for my late brother Finally home, he takes half the loaf and hands me the other In his hand a soldier, in mine a tank, a game of war "Take this! Boom boom boom!" his solider falls to the floor Brothers bonding, our war games always end with a smile...

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Who will make the bread if everybody is dead Who will get the children out of bed and get them And put on their shiny shoes and take them to school If everybody is dead who will cut the lawn When I wake up at dawn and just before the break of day Who will wipe my tears away the...

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A shimmering thread binds thoughts together Of moments of joy and sorrow With a spring in our steps and a hope anew Is the day tomorrow The past is indeed a cherished treasure As good ,memories fruit prevails and bitterness quelled By the pen of positivity dispelled Relishing a marvel indeed With an inspiration for future good deeds to the almighty...

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A tradition that goes beyond all else a sweet little something, what else ? ...

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Best when made at home with your two hands, Baked after letting the dough rise. Brings loved ones together as few other foods can. Butter drips off every warm, fluffy bite. Brake and share around your table of friends. Breathe in the scent that brings memories to mind as it bakes. Blessings bestowed by the Bread of...

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Brown or white, it’s your choice But don’t forget butter Before you add toppings. Best eaten fresh—so soft! Baked to melt in your mouth. Bite into crunchy crust Because that’s the best part! ...

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The strongest flour The oil, the yeast Combined in love Before the feast Salt From Celtic shores afar With waters warmed The ideal spar For microbes' Fertive final frenzy The rising feeds Much foodstuff envy More patience As to final hours The mixture blooms While hope devours The prospect of Eternal life Once oven baked With heat and strife To crusty beauty Rich and soft The father proud To hold aloft Before Serrated sacrifice To eager...

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Many versions of me appear everyday, I'm living several realities this way. There are many parts that want to play, A galaxy full of life feels what I say. Staying connected by design, Leaving Divine dreams behind. Little bread crumbs for me to find, A complex story time has defined. A mansion of rooms within my mind, Everyday a new reality i designed. Aligned with...

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On one old album cover from my early high school days, four young men pose casually in the center doorway of a weathered beige adobe-looking building with some cracks in its walls. From left to right, they are dressed in western shirts blue, black, and brown respectively. The center guy is crouched down, arms on his thighs wearing a white shirt and...

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The gift of life is a loaf of love Wrapped in the warmth of its sharing And its supreme nourishment is the crusted peace of each shared slice:-...

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The Bread and the Blood the bread the body of Christ, beaten and tortured disfigured, His likeness marred for me the blood flowing freely from His hands, feet and side cleansing me and washing away my sin both are symbols of life that by His death He has set me free so that I can live again ...

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Feigned cusps of nothingness, brass knobs holding the fireside, life's amazement, like an infant's emotion. We should be confined to ourselves too many others opine, life becomes complicated enough, shake the air that moment, ditch the weathervanes, learn to float....

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He starts with the natural order of things, thinks wash bedsheets, been pushing chores aside - that's just natural. Done with saccharine, from now on teaspoonful of honey at least until the year-old jar stops oozing. Corn flakes gone stale, the days fall out of sleep way sooner than they should, and that's hard to do - naturally. Order comes and goes. Mold grows blue bread nothing last as long as fungus. It's...

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When life gives you lemons You make lemonade I am a banana A beaten and bruised banana Too ugly to sit on the marble countertop in the kitchen Wouldn’t want the house to look poor and unkept, right? The good news is that there are layers to the banana The bad news is that when you peel the unappealing-looking exterior, a mushy...

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Good bread. Baguettes and buns. I like bread way too much. Bagels toasted with butter. Yum. I'm full....

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