Crust Poems - Poems about Crust

I sweep the kitchen again. The crumbs are back. I sweep the kitchen again. At midnight, I hear indistinct noises. That I only recognize as pizza crust sounds. The crust sings a song. Singing about how pepperoni is so overrated. Crust is delicious! Delicious! Delicious! I think it’s just the psychosis kicking in. I don’t want him...

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ANOTHER TIME. FROM THE CRUST At a time when it crows I set up to a lain me at thine bowl Full weight! Full length a naked yoke There you set my piece at thine brow There I grew to thankfully crawl On the night as if sword was drawn In the bid to stay, I learned to call Abba They...

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A part of the upper crust of society I have never been Methinks “down to earth” more accurately Describes this old homosapien No airs, no talking big, no flamboyant flair Just little old simple me Now that word “simple” can be misleading I don't think I've ever been considered simple In terms of brain power But at the other end of the scale Certainly never...

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Where learned men converse On college grounds traverse Those lads debonair and debutantes fair With diamonds in their purse By limousine conveyed Their education's paid A most common tale of Harvard and Yale Where seeds of affluence laid When privileged young voyeurs Become doctors and lawyers From arrogant perch they snub and besmirch Sneering at Tom Sawyers Under thumb of those knaves We become but their slaves Placed in...

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Decades passed in memory's dust. Too many betrayals between us. For material things, she always lust. She ate the bread, left me it's crust. Let it go, forgive, I know I must but in my mind I just can't trust. She ate the bread, left me it's crust....

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The upper crust folks do not trust they bite into the lower Beer and pretzels just five bucks chew on life much slower...

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My boyfriend (Peter) and I went down to New Haven Harbor today. Let’s face it, we’re surrounded by oceans, and most of them are downright inhospitable. I live near the ocean, (pointing) it’s right over there. I love the ocean, tripping over whenever I’ve time to spare. The way I’m fawning over it, you’d think I know it well. But I...

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like a chocolate crust pie is the flat-topped ridge of a nearby large mountain Topping mountain pie as far as the eye can see . . . luscious raspberry pink sky high white coalescing clouds trim the twilight’s slice of sky . . . dollops of whipped cream Dec. 12,2022 For the Triple New Charlieku Poetry Contest of Charles Messina 7/5/7, 5/7/7, 7/7/5 (checked by...

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you just can't resist freshly baked bread at yeast I can't - crust me, I've tried! it whispers - 'I know you loaf me you know you knead...

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Let me tread the path of love Where all the broken souls in rush Things might get changed but that all is tough When you meet the soul to keep you up Heap of bodies, all in touch That only person who bloom in fust The only one who gives you wonders of joy And keep you away from all the noy I...

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thawing frozen snow winter’s vaporization ~ robin fiesta...

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Lemon meringue pie makes me salivate from here to Alaska I love her color, her texture, her sweet, her sugar, her sour. Her flaky crust, her tart lemon, her well -formed meringue My mouth is dripping saliva as loudly as a dog’s when I think of her. Ever so tasty!...

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The subtle crust slowly encases around my beating heart Where the layers of scars have formed a dance line Stepping in time to the angel of deaths tambourine Beckoning and persuading me to surrender my last breath But that crust is now my fortress My last line of defence So the battle rages intense As I make sense of my enemies senseless...

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Must thrust myself through all the crust, After I Do bust to dust things full of lust, Which is necessary and definitely a must. Jim Horn...

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Snowdrops like candy, melting on tongues Chilly air dancing, filling our lungs An eagle overhead, feathers bound tight Gray skies of winter, transpose into night Men struggle and strive in the dark to survive Warm summer's memories more dead than alive A crust of stale bread, an ounce of thin gruel ...

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