Cookies Poems - Poems about Cookies

waiting there were oatmeal cookies on the counter. only three left of the dozen she made just before the pot on the stove moaned, weeping that her coffee was done. dark and bitter, sugarless and of course no cream to embezzle the deep black that made her coffee as mysterious as it was steaming hot. chatter from the tv set was more hazy than the stale...

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Cold milk and a couple Chewy Macaroons or Chocolate Chip. Maybe Cherry Thumbprints and then Crispy Florentines, or Caramel Biscotti? Crikey! I'll take them all! ...

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Egg prices are cracking the ceiling, as, not too well, the birds are feeling, but you won't see me wear a frown, as cupcakes and cookies have gone down....

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Fortune Cookies Sing every day and chase the mean blues away the way I sing, the blues won’t be going too far. Experience is the best teacher obviously, I never listened to my teachers. You will be happy with your spouse I refuse to answer on the grounds that it may incriminate me. Eat chocolate to have a sweeter life and gain about...

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There is magic in ... Sugar and snowflakes, When wonder does begin As December awakes Where this magic comes from Do we really need to know ... From first bite to last crumb O, how we enjoy it, though These simple, pleasurable things Dance and mix and melt ... Upon imaginary wings ... And with our feelings felt Comes to us like a dream These...

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Bird food bought instead Of cookies, no dread Of eating them at tea or Snack, I'll make brownies Ride over the counties Maybe do fun chores galore Who am I kidding Can't do forbidding I'll just eat so much, much more Maybe some apples Dipped so they're dappled No, I'm trapped just as before ...

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dog tears up things daily paint brushes, shoes, potato chip bags, stuffed animals,. anything and everything from the garbage or from a table or the couch or anywhere else he can reach he is a large puppy, three foot long; he can reach everything a few minutes ago I tossed him a People magazine desperate to keep him away from my...

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“Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o’clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap.” Barbara Jordan There’s not a single problem in the world that couldn’t be solved by sharing a cookie, a smile, and a hug....

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I tried to toss my cookies, but they all ran back. Their high top boots made a clickety clackety clack Leave me alone! I yelled, as one jumped on my back. I could not shake this high top, his name was Zack. Someone ran out to help me, I think it was Mack. Tossing cookies is not easy for me...

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When I am old I shall be an acrobat Granny Fee said. People will cheer and stomp their feet at me The clapping will be thunderous I may join Barnum and Bailey’s right now I think they went out of business her grandson Joe said. The rest of them almost laughed until they saw Granny Fee's face. Don’t even think about...

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Snickerdoodle cookies were in my dreams tonight. With the cinnamon taste that is exactly right. I want them in my mouth, they are such a delight....

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Who had chicken soup Simmering in a kettle, Momma did ... Letting the flavors mettle Who baked sugar cookies Shaped with a cookie cutter, Momma did ... And made with real butter Who made things right When all else was wrong, Momma did ... And it didn't take long Who didn't give up Nor ever let me, Momma did ... That's where her heart be Who loved me...

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My mommy lets me lick the bowl when she makes sugar cookie dough. She shapes them with a cookie cutter and brushes them with lots of butter. And when she puts them in to bake, I stare and stare and wait and wait. They are hot; she uses a mitt. She lets them cool; she cleans a bit. Soon we’re ready to make...

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I want his warmth and broad shoulders, I’ve cried on them so many times but tonight I don’t reach out to him asking to dry my eyes. I want his bellied laugh, and the gentle way he breathes I want his arms around me as he helps me drift to sleep I want his playful comments, cause they’re funny and they’re kind I...

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May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life that have, for us, thus far accrued… and to begin each day with a word of thanks… and thoughts of gratitude. Today I’m thankful for home-made cookies… Not only for the knowledge it takes to bake them…. But for all the love that’s packed inside anyone who bakes them....

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