Countertop Poems - Poems about Countertop

... The sponge was smiling back, to me, with all those arithmatics, done dishes (a predestined setting) Cordial, versatile with a blatant truth, to shy from a trochaic, rythmic sounds The killers ......Read the rest...

...Her new fridge set as a giant gleaming jewel between clean countertop & faithful kitchen cupboards Icemaker amiable crispers bins & shelves cavernous freezer with sensible sliding drawer ......Read the rest...

...I wake up a little groggy the nights, especially, are difficult for me I didnt get a whole lot of sleep I wander my way wearily into the kitchen and reach my beloved coffee pot The co......Read the rest...

...Chocolate bars full of nougat and peanuts, Sour gummies that get stuck in teeth, Chalky fruit-flavored tablets, Things coated in colorful candy shells, With metallic wrappers I constantly hear c......Read the rest...

...A cozy cottage nestled in the heart of a verdant forest, an old chimney on the rooftop, puffing smoke into the air. The creaky hinged wooden door beckons you inside, and a flickering lantern on th......Read the rest...

...It takes a while for milky corn flakes to turn mushy, I brews more coffee watch the sun prying apart the plastic blinds just with the power of its is muscular light. My black lab sticks a ......Read the rest...

...I wake up a little groggy the nights, especially, are difficult for me I didnt get a whole lot of sleep I wander my way wearily into the kitchen and reach my beloved coffee pot The countertop a......Read the rest...

...Once upon a distant dream you were fit and lean. Could eat almost anything. Slam drinks until the vampire's sunrise but still make the whistle on time. Now your bloated mirror is the alpha en......Read the rest...

...Returning home, you walk inside, Awaken the olfactory. There, resting on the countertop Are cookies baked for all to see. Your mind leaps to the obvious: The signs all tell a story clear. No ......Read the rest...

...Come to me my child Rest your head in my lap My hand strokes your wild curls Feeling the dampness on your neck Lamplight caresses your flushed cheeks Shadows waltzing on the walls You gaze at......Read the rest...

...It’s easy to mistake spilled coffee grinds on a counter top for small dead ants. It is all too easy to mistake sugar granules for the white sands of Montego Bay, to push dunes into a drop of luke......Read the rest...

...“If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe." Carl Sagan (1934-1996) Apple Pies A welcome task past wayward primes where plucked delights yon mangoes, gu......Read the rest...

...It takes a while for corn flakes to turn mushy, I brew more coffee watch the sun opening the plastic blind just by the power of its muscular light. I’m jotting down a prayer. The words are mil......Read the rest...

...Before I turned off the lights I will never know if In the kitchen, That mouse was I hung the kitchen towel, Ever removed, or…. And as I started If it is still h......Read the rest...

...You will never know the language of lilac and lavender carved from discarded countertop granite for you, each symbolic crossing inching forward a leaden trail of footfalls grown heavy by ......Read the rest...