Breakfasts Poems - Poems about Breakfasts

...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......Read the rest...

...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, ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...Some things are royal others so prosaic and then there's everything else You bring your own biases to the choice BUT the question then arises: do these (even these) belong to you? ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

.... 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, ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...My parents moved recently– a nice place, marsh view, plenty of trees and walking trails a nice big kitchen for Scottish breakfasts. Their deck upstairs looks out on the marsh water shining in t......Read the rest...

...He never liked "Bob" - now a success So Robert Croslin he is Raise in Baltimore ("projects") His mom (Aurelia) is grandma to my kids His only son, a lawyer in DC In his own right, now elected M......Read the rest...

...When the time was a trial Woke up, 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 breakfa......Read the rest...

...I'm in need of strength to bring reason here and rip the roof off with pliers and cut the spongy tongue of the shadow and replace this wind's fake smile for some more solid wisdom than those ......Read the rest...