Iced Poems - Poems about Iced

...Me very late mum, a funereal day... courtesy latitudinarian, nonestablishmentarian, sexagenarian, and Unitarian son and modest mastermind maven maverick. Another anniversary of her death occ......Read the rest...

...I’m just twirling in the center of my room. I’ve got way too much to do. Has that ever happened to you? I’m assailed, derailed and impaled by indecision. I can’t find my lucky pencil and I have......Read the rest...

...A gutsy move to say the least, A desperate reach to say the most. There's nothing I can say right now, If I'm to meet my greatest ghost. This feeling of the ending near, Yet I can't seem to li......Read the rest...

...Today's millennials Life can't live without iced tea Real trend perennials.......Read the rest...

...Some bites are sour Most have a bit of sweet The crust can be flaky and flavorful Or it can be a part of the sugar taste Each bite is a bit of a surprise Warmed up cherry pie, what could be bett......Read the rest...

...If you can find shelter when the firmament rumbles And drips spears of weighty waters Keep about you the hope that clear skies might come, Be glad for the storied house that a seed built, That yo......Read the rest...

...Dreamy brownies dieters downfall thick cut fudge iced 10 lb appears out of nowhere......Read the rest...

... The wind has a grip on the land. Penny Eyes, the straw man on the field cross has broken into a crooked smile, his hands flutter like dying crow wings. Trees whip the sky. Blisters app......Read the rest...

...Clarion calm sea right before thunder; A man wave boarding, teens sit catching rays; An emerald gleams; No sweat beading on my iced drink; Time moves gently, I am spellbound; Waves fly ......Read the rest...

.... that man wouldn't let her come out to play hiz swine said no regard the school da......Read the rest...

...cake caramel iced donut filled with custard if I was a dog cake cream layered sugar topped jam sponge cake this is what I would roll in ......Read the rest...

...This is a small tribute to one of England's Finest world war 1 poets who died A week before the great war ended. Nov. 4th 1918 Train of Silenced Voices Fares settled in bloo......Read the rest...

...I feel loved in every season I’m sure glad you are the reason When winter comes it’s very cold You’re always near for me to hold In the summer when it’s hot Your iced sweet tea sure hits the......Read the rest...

...Spring. Flowers, and warmth. Morning dew, and sunshine. Going from hot coffee to iced. Last spring… We idealize last spring. But what if this spring… I dust and the dust chokes m......Read the rest...

...Blech - impossible mission to savor mug of ginger tea... When the entire mug awash with floating leavings by golly by gosh, sipping said herbal brew analogous challenge to eat spaghetti squas......Read the rest...