Breakfasts Poems - Poems about Breakfasts

...I was born and raised in my house, which isn’t home. At heart, I am from the orange brick house in Westridge Farms Where I never even lived There, the pawprints I stamped on the driveway may have ......

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...Emerald Dreams "We should run off to Ireland,” she said. “Really, we should." "We could live by the sea, talk into the rainy nights, and wake with the screeching of sea birds." “We could b......

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...Superficial impressions, like the sunset ripple Museums, beaches, cafes by the score The phrasebook conversations with the service people Cliches in their predictable galore You’re saved from ......

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...Let me spin a yarn, reality, Failing the weight loss industry No binge eating any more, Comfort food had left the store, NO COOKIES!, so hard, Lettuce leaves by the yard, Must stop pretending, ......

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.... there'z no like it them quaint victorian houses with them ......

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...Home, was where you went at six pm. for supper, for lunch when there was no school, and you were out all morning playing. Where special breakfasts were served on weekends. Where you made your col......

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...It was the Eve before Christmas, every tree covered in snow, Bonnie was walking Plato her poodle, conscious to keep to the road, As she nonchalantly walked, she thought of Derrick her Danish beau, ......

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...In a Train Station Quickly we had our breakfasts Then we both gazed At the station clock The morning train is late Everything is wet At night, the rain poured heavy I listened to it Hitting......

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...A malicious Ransomware is going around squeezing the life out of the town . A malicious Ransomware is going around tearing the covering off the roofs, beating down the doors and shaking the leaves of......

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...So Much To Say ”Here’s your oatmeal and blueberries for breakfast,” I said putting on a smile. She said, “Could you adjust my pillows? “Of course honey, “ I said, wond......

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.... So Much to Say ”Here’s your oatmeal and blueberries for breakfast,” I said. putting on a smile. She said, “Could you adjust my pillows? “Of course honey, “ I said, ......

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...Aah Summer time. The house Was quiet. Dolly and Molly were The only ones awake and already Showered and dressed. Dolly said. "Woo I am ready for whatever." Molly agreed saying, "Yeah, Sist......

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...You are one to a guy living close, Who sometimes lets you in on his woes, The wrought by nearness of abodes; Families walking the same roads… Neighbor don’t deny your Good Morning, At noon ove......

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...The Art of Being Empty I was baptized in the TV light of The Biggest Loser and worshipped a version of myself that I believed could go forty days without eating, like Jesus. I packed my l......

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...a working stiff Woke, the bedroom was cold under the duvet snugness I burrowed deeper, enjoying the freedom of sleeping late. Life was hard, getting up at five and preparing breakfasts for g......

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