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Brot Poems - Poems about Brot


KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
...KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! I am here! Knock! Knock! Knock! Are you there? I am the Shepherd of heaven's flock, The door of your heart, please unlock. I am here! At the door of your heart, I kn......

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Categories: brot, christian, faith, religious, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Der Schwarze Kaffee
...Kaffee Ist schwarz Warum Du magst Getränk Kaffee Morgen Unter dem Weihnachtsbaum? Und die Nacht Warum Du trinkst Kaffee Mit Milch Und du verwendest Nussbutter Auf frischen Brot? Du ma......

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Categories: brot, beauty, imagination, inspiration, literature,
Form: Free verse



A Nod To the Jabberwock
...Along ta derry ga de hance ‘til dawn we sit, amid, astance. And once the full moon rises on’t Da mid awhorl doth all we want. But soon ta blacken brot a gri, wit stil da crackon akabree-- And......

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Categories: brot, appreciation, mystery, nonsense, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Yellow German Love Letters
...There is a blanket of yellow love. She wrote to me of it In an unleavened light letter, Where my god is your god, and Sudden drops of bereavement leave a love nest of hands, Making certain ......

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Categories: brot, funny, love,
Form: Free verse
Ich Liebe Berge
...Berge riesig und stark, Gottes liebe und Kraft schutz einem, Sonne strahlt lieblich und schoen, Dann will ich wandern gehen mit einem lieben Mann, Zusammen mit Gott und verewigt, Ein Picnic auf ......

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Categories: brot, appreciation, blessing, boyfriend, caregiving,
Form: Free verse



Schwartzwaelder Traume
...Der schoene Schwartzwald wo man wanderen kann, Die Natur reich und wohlhabend, Der Prinz und die Princessin wohnen da in ihr Chalet, Sie baeckt schoene Kuchen und er baekt schoenes Brot, Nachmitt......

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Categories: brot, beautiful, caregiving, god,
Form: Free verse
Baby Brot Bringer
...Incredible! Where could little girl of her age be going under this cold weather at this hour barefootedly and bareheadedly?What could have sent a poor girl she was to street with just oversized slipp......

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Categories: brot, children, grief,
Form: Prose Poetry

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