Hotchpotch Poems - Poems about Hotchpotch

...I start off being optimistic With my big saucepan Only as a last resort will I ever Eat soup from a can. I assemble all the ingredients From a list I’ve not written down Caremelise the onions.......Read More

...Take a pot, heat it hot. Scratch it dry. Scrape up any brown, dry left-over bits. Check the sides as well. Sniff the seance of conjured smells. Imbibe the well-up of wafting aromas. OK, now, dr......Read More

...1st Whisk a combination of thought 2nd Inter flow the soul with the spirit 3rd Fuse your compound of love together 5th Admixture of others casing a union 6th Then hotchpotch and mash it up 7th A......Read More

...So many paths Reflecting on broken mirror of certainty Someone asks- who is poetry? Reply comes- God! Whining- what is poet? Mumbling- to know the nothingness! Original is always pronounced ......Read More

...Democracy! A name which has suffered ignominy A sound which has become ignoble A song which can only be hummed. Its hotchpotch has gone through hypothesis And its effective cause of hostilities.......Read More

...The mishmash mayhem of jumbled clutter at first seems to be confusion's cause. But after tidying up, nothing can be found. Nothing is where you left it lying, easy to find again. Last in, fir......Read More

...I glanced up the road and was taken aback with what I saw. I looked again and to my surprise, There was a troop of army guys coming down the road, all decked out in rainbow colored garb. How coul......Read More

...A speck of dust, a gritty granule, a mote of dirt, A flake, a particle, a granule, a tiny remnant of what used to be. A hotchpotch rabble assortment littering every nook and cranny, Everywhere is......Read More

...Rain, Rain! Are you pure? Flooding lives of million poor? Let me know one thing for sure, Can this howling make you cure? Since you started crying so heavily, Rootless people dying curse-fully......Read More

...The Waiting Room The April weather shifted high to low, Exposing those early clout casters To the concluding bite of winter; Footsteps full of foreboding Trudge their last legs up the inclined......Read More