Brunch Poems - Poems about Brunch

DREAMS DEFERRED dandelion dreams dancing doting dogwood tree deforestation THE QUIET ONES dark heart’s art tar scars black blood beating beckoning sociopath scream BUTTERFLY BRUNCH black blue butterfly breathless beauty blessed beware bird beak bite bloody...

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You beat me to that sucker punch, but missed I was away at brunch; Honey I have been gone, all you get is a dial tone; The trash took itself out for lunch....

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The limb elongates in the bodies flayed attempt at survival. Internal struggle, intelligently struggling in the maintaining of oxygen in a Bold yet desperate display. Feeble gravities Lunging, Lurching behind from within where wheels turn till a grasp, grips a palm heavy & ten digits stick. Heaven sent on Godspeed Hell-bound down to stand dim-witted, in await on...

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Fried egg heart shape, funge Fried ham and juicy hotdog Cup rice, crepe for brunch. ...

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Amberfest Ambiance Ah, the orange-gold, I behold in things, Such as the amber, in my wedding ring. Invitation to a classic, zesty brunch. Heart-pounding for this splendiferous lunch. Let's begin shall we, with aromatic toast, Slathered with orange jam and golden, Hawaiin honey.(Tis the most) Gratefully, we do have enough money, To eat oudoors, and the...

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I didn't understand why it happened to them some insane reason to seperate people who love one another tieing the knot: she smiled making the whole thing fit pull the lace from your face and kiss me! she sliced potatoes and filled them with a smoked fish and dill and a citrusy cream cheese mix. They looked like ice-cream sandwiches. I asked her to use cured...

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I am a foodie, I must confess, I swim a few laps for exercise Along come the Mollusk, and to my pleasant surprise I have no restraint and they look so yummy I just open my jaws wide, and fill up my tummy Holy Mackerel, they make quite the feast! Unlike that deepwater whale; Moby Vic, that lumbering beast A real...

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A wasp invited me to brunch Very naïve, I had no hunch I thought a mimosa quite nice So I didn’t even think twice That I might be the wasper’s lunch. I wore a flimsy silk zinger No protection from his stinger What was I thinking, after all, That bee displayed plenty of gall I knew enough not to linger. Just my luck, I got...

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The stupendous lot I had to munch Made it A Mind-Blowing lunch, Besides The final Served bunch My aching teeth could crunch … A quest for An Enriching Lunch And it begot A Memorable lunch I hadn’t its signaling hunch… A By-Degrees Superb lunch, In dimension A Brunch, In Kung fu A Kick, in Boxing A Punch To survive it A Bunch … A lunch like...

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A hailstorm of brunch and some juice. Sweet dough in a coffee cake boost. A casserole got ‘em with croissants on bottom. When time for clean up, fed friends vamoose. 8/29/2021...

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You’re having brunch, a fruit punch, not a cheap lunch. What makes all of you so snidy and snarky? Especially for being so nice all this malarkey. It seems like a complete waste of time, Low lifes walking the streets, drinking shots, causing a crime. You miss the gesture of friends and their gifts, focusing on gripes, their rifts and self-perpetuated. Get a grip...

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cold steak lunch meat sandwich cold cuts lunch brunch fruit punch 9/19/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020...

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Power of a mom Keeps everything calm Busy as can be With no fee Holding a hand Being a fan Having answers when in a jam While frying dinner in a pan There is so much caring Mom trusting and sharing As a driving force Mom is the number one source...

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I’m not sure but I have a hunch That people indulging in brunch Wake up pretty late So think it is great To eat breakfast when I would eat lunch. By giving a fancyish name Those late-risers think they can claim That their honest intent Is for time to be spent Making breakfast and lunch seem the same. There are crossovers, I will admit And both...

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Mountain oyster stew for lunch Lovely for an old ladies’ brunch They down them with glee Happy as crones can be I do not think they have a hunch...

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