Broth Poems - Poems about Broth

Easy spirit. Bones erased into dust. Much heavy man made nothing in seconds. Justice is meaningless before the mountains of death Harmony in silence Waking inside a spider web of my own creation Junk food makes me sleepy Questions of hunger before teas and tugboats Submarines lost and tough guy laid waste Inside I saw myself dancing before the...

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broth fever remedy chicken noodle helps you with sore throat tasty vegetable soup salty and warm going down you can add it to anything I drink it plain when I have a bad cold...

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A hearty bowl of chicken soup was set before the lad at a delicate, tender age by his doting mom and dad Into the thick broth the lad plunged his spoon Hot steam rose up raced through the room The lad inhaled his face turned bright The soup was warmer than the light Which filled...

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The cleaning ladies are here today oh boy! We'll soon get through the rubble oh joy! It's like a bomb went officially There are swimmies in my broth Doing the backstroke and yelling ahoy!...

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Brexit Sonnet No.20 ‘No More Hell-Broth’ Our Brexit bringers are cross with their leader ‘tis said, Confidence lost with their gabardine dream of last year. The model’s moved on, but distress on how they are led Is causing them angst, with some pain; even fear. Kindness is due to the man in the eye of the storm, Well served his country...

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The cleaning ladies are here today oh boy! We'll soon get through the rubble oh joy! It's like a bomb went off There's swimmies in my broth Doing the backstroke and yelling ahoy! center>...

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The cleaning ladies are here, oh boy! We'll soon get through the rubble, oh joy! Perhaps a bomb went off There's swimmies in my broth Doing the backstroke and loudly yelling ahoy! © Jack Ellison 2016...

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I have been to Ireland Noticed the Colour Green Is predominant in the fields Where the produce is seen Besides the grand potato Of which Ireland is renowned The green bean that grows Put in a broth, will add the crown Amongst the variable farm stock Pigs, sheep and cows you’ll see The cows are at the foremost Phhew the smell meets me The aroma...

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ ~ ~ Dedicated to all my Friends at Poetry Soup ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ ~ ~ I just took some time today To truly get to know my new friends a tad better Never had I realised how truly lucky I am To be a green shoot in the middle of such beautiful trees How grateful I am That your gentle shadow protects...

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We were off to book our holiday, already we’d had words, ‘Don’t think you’re spending all the week admiring dolly-birds!’ My fella laughed out loud and said ‘Just stop your flamin' hopping, there’s absolutely no harm in a bit of window shopping’ Sitting at the agents, we studied every last location, we wanted something perfect for our annual vacation. Somewhere nice...

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The Broth The Broth Too many cooks spoil the broth is the adage eye have heard it all my life. The cook one is not used to sharing the pot the cook two has arrived and she is trying to survive and the hair is the fur flying up on the first cook to arrive...

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