Broths Poems - Poems about Broths

...Soupers as lovers unite, with spoons and bowls held high, All soups from broths to chunky chowders, they'll try. Making steamy affairs in poems that burn and delight, To fill the world with soup, ......

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... Poets here have got a lot Of soups that they can sup: Elegy and etheree, epulaeryu served hot; Tanka, haiku, dodoitsu -Asian broths served in a cup. Rhyme her......

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...Inelegant, the silence wakes and yawns, pretending not to notice or to care; while symphonies of chaos greet the dawn and ashes of our Banner fill the air. The few, with vacant visage cry the cre......

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... Bustling Tavern, din of thieves, prattles sounds, like mini battles of Sorcery, at mosaic of vomit tapestry. Endowing all sorts in your bosom ......

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...Here on poetrysoup, the newest poem, pops up on-screen like the latest off-shoot, or newborn babe or like a newest floral bud, in the orchards of poetry. Or like a fresh wave of words crashing......

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...For hands that do dishes can feel as soft as your face with lime green hairy lipped squid Surely if you set fire to the bush you would have 2 cooked birds then A stitch in time saves what and why......

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... Early morn' the clicking of clogs on the cobbled streets The fish baskets collecting, on these cold harbour walls It is here the fish wives gather for their morning greets These fish; fresh as c......

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...Orange October The words orange and October surely a unity made in heaven Giant pumpkin faces that light the way up darkly garden paths. Orange ghoulish faces, grin like cut throat pirat......

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...Seventy two millimetres of giant oink isn't a mild fashion statement. It is a hook and curve with two crevasses. A creche in a canyon jump is a dramatic effort of tree construction. A limpet lump can......

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...Sweet pleasures kindle a family of hearts whispering amen for ripples of affection on homely broths, glazed with smiles to wrap dawn and night-time into a vessel of holy gifts, spilling n......

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...My manuscripts are hers. I find no solace in puddles, no security in single, silver spoons. She is there, always. My breath is not safe. Her ghosts floats out in puffs, that so go to the ......

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...I have this recurring fantasy. I travel to northern Ontario and hire a bush pilot who flies me to the Great Slave Lake. It is a one way trip. I carry my trusty Ronco Survival Knife that I bought ......

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...A festered quelling of song Tasting broths of ritualistic intent Evermore Nevermore Can epiphany’s silent facade Hold me down Ever Again A war of hellos Goodbyes I miss you “Please......

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...It may seem strange to write about a battered old saucepan but this was no ordinary one it sprung a leak the other day sadly without thinking I threw it away and now it's gone. It had been in my fa......

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...You ever live a life full of mysteries and Just wonder..... Who are you destined to be and what kind Of things you were destined to do.... Coming across with people who open the doors To succes......

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