Entree Poems - Poems about Entree

The gorse withers on the ground The Sun is autumnally thin Silence hithes in blue Those roughshod days are scattered with the leaves Schemes are forgotten Feelings disposed Into the chamber of nothingness do we ascend Lamenting Guitars are trickling And the lamp lightly lit We have come to dream...

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I can be something of a ham, take my energy or leave it; Here’s the deal I am what I am; Imperfectly immaculate is the vibe I aim to transmit; Addictive I have no gateway; Left so hungry with a tidbit, come feed on a seasoned entree....

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The gorse withers on the ground The Sun is autumnally thin Silence ties in blue Those roughshod days are scattered with the leaves Schemes are forgotten Feelings disposed Into the chamber of nothingness do we ascend Lamenting Guitars are trickling And the lamp lightly lit We have come to dream...

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I ordered my whole gourmet restaurant staff to serve my pals Molly and Max Giraffe I humbly have to admit the vegan meal was a hit The tall order sparked a jaffy good laugh ...

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#GRAPES, {BLACK} HIGHEST ANTIOXIDANTS IN TACT, FACTS! BLUEBERRIES, VERY ENTHUSED FOR THE HEALTHIEST BERRY, BUT AFTER AN HOUR, MY HUNGER SUCCUMBS TO THE "BLURPLE" POWER... IN MY SINCEREST EFFORTS! FRUIT ALONE MY "SATIETY" DOES NOT CONDONE... IT SHOWS THAT A BALANCED MEAL HOLDS APPEAL, SEEKING SUBSTANCE (SUSTENANCE) THAT IS THE REAL DEAL! A CHALLENGE I FEEL, AIMING...

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oh … such fine things be mine, and more should I slip through your cellar door yet all that wonder, sweet and south...

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From my home on a living oak branch, I viewed birds and rodents food focused with much ado. A wise, elder acorn approached me to say, “buffet, café – either way, son, we’re an entrée.” Pure fear sent me to securely clutch a branch stay. When my alarm calmed about being critter food, I wished to be with others in an...

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Translucent juices flow forth with each syllable, every moan, a heightened affair, every groan a chance for repair, We've made reparations reading independent declarations knowing we are free but always a slave to this. Touching you ever so subliminally you becoming more friend than enemy confiscating all your energy You hate the way I do this to you Every word your body devours, Ordering...

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Sweet frangrance of savador Savor preciously before the door Wind that transform humanity Above their cackling insanity Pool-entree through the poetry Entranched perfectly to enrich luxury Not in empheral form but forever In equilibrium between life and nature He stands tall like the sun to nurture He brings future time today and stay Spreading his wings in admonishment like ray Poetry lives after his creator Like a...

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