Gretel Poems - Poems about Gretel

They asked "Can you come and help us please" "You are to far, to far to see" They said " We are lost, starving. We need something to eat." "The apples don't fall far from the trees. You must come closer and see" They exclaimed "Excuse me, but they are just out of reach!" "Then get off your knees, get...

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chunks of dirt mingle with the bread. cinnamon wafting in the wind. a house of sugary bliss, a promising deal of sweet paradise. shoveling savories like a last meal-- bellies rising like dough, suddenly shoved into a scalding scene. outsides on fire, insides igniting-- charred little children, burnt sugar lingering on their tongues....

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The cupboards were bare. The stepmother said, “There’s not enough. Leave them instead.” Into the woods with crusts of bread, they were left to starve or end up dead. The world was cruel, the fire cold. But children learn to grow up bold. The witch was hunger in disguise. They saw the truth behind her eyes. They lit the fire. They found a way. Two kids came back— but not the same....

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These days I often find myself lying on my pristine rock, hard bed thinking about why the world would ever care about someone like me. I wonder how my thoughts ever drifted this far. Maybe social media? Or my own self-conceit, brimming with forbidden passions even van Gogh or Picasso couldn't imagine. Yet, I only say that because I can't...

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The siblings were barefooted, so walking was painful. Gretel was tiring of this adventure when she saw a light. I hope it is a castle, she suggested. Hansel squeezed her hand. Maybe it is a spaceship that will whisk us off to a bakery. They laughed at their silliness. At the edge of a clearing they saw a candy house. It...

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Lily was a gorgeous maiden with an unusual hair color. Men gave her more attention than she deserved. Plenty of plain women were ready to turn her in. Calling her witch, declaring she had cast a spell on them. Some of the more jealous ones twitched violently. Calling upon the good Christian soldiers to banish her. She was about to get...

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And Mina rose up after Hansel's kiss His kiss for her was a heaven's bliss And Gretel found her forever In Edward's arms, no stormy weather And they all lived happily ever after Hunting witches from here to there...

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Gretel, my favorite puppy we ever had left us, over the rainbow bridge miss her...

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You can be a turtle, a deer, a buffalo, a dog, frog or a sphynx, But you never know true love until you have fallen for a lynx. I have a pair of them, and they adore me upside down and inside out. They give me joy and companionship; they truly make me shout! You may refer to them...

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Finding solace in a fairy tale Gretel wanted to go into the real world not to fail When her home life gets the axe She gets her brother Hansel and pack Out into the dark woods they venture Looking for something to sink their teeth into in surroundings dependent on dentures Traveling the wooden path...

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If I were Hansel, you would be my Gretel. If I were Jaime, you would be my Cersei. If I were your brother, you would be my beloved sister. “You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace....

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The old lady planted roses near the corner by the driveway She never planted roses by the door I remember once she told me, "Bees come out to get the nectar" And a bee sting can be deadly or quite sore Instead, she planted herbs along the walkway to her cottage You'd pass by, the scent was rather nice Rubbing rosemary...

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I want to make a joke about it, tell you that your body has become a shelter for broken hearts, a sanctuary for atheist gypsies, you are a whole new definition of home. Your body has become a shelter for broken hears, a hiding place of a deserted alley on an August afternoon; I like oxygen more than I...

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