Kneading Poems - Poems about Kneading

...Idyllic reverie during break of day May today bring unbridled bliss delivered courtesy sunshine kissed giving Midas a run for his money. When the last trace of night evaporates analogous t......Read the rest...

...Unsettling premonition kickstarts fiendish abomination Consider the following dogmatic, enigmatic, fantastic, idiotic, jargonistic, kimetic, linguistic, narcissistic, opportunistic, poetic......Read the rest...

... Line Of Inquiry : "I saw God but now what" It was Easter and I was kneading bread on my kitchen counter. A nanosecond flash and God's face appeared on my backsplash,......Read the rest...

...I am summer rain for whose arrival you eagerly await. Sitting on your porch, you watch my descent. As I mix and mingle the elements, kneading pulverized dust, Petrichor rises, making you ......Read the rest...

...paint on her fingers glitter on her nose five-year-old playing kneading and claying Auntie know her heart they’re not long apart joyful lovely day oozing cares away art is in their souls ......Read the rest...

...I am a rock of ages I am that I am In the beginning was the Word As it were the Word was with God, and the Word was God I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, bu......Read the rest...

...there was a sweet little man with a penchant for fashion who wears his jackets tan he closes his eyes when he smiles and looks awfully dashing eyes of green and gloves of white he struts abou......Read the rest...

...At the end of the day With the chores all done, The children cleaned And put to bed. My mother sat and brushed her hair. 100 strokes of each dark strand. 'til each renewed, the brush laid dow......Read the rest...

...The smell of French bread baking, seeps through the kitchen roof and the women wearing aprons of assorted colors and fine knitted hat kneading stiff dough in big pudding pans. They kept moving f......Read the rest...

...While waiting for my mammogram, A most annoying test, I had a thought no poetry Has up to now addressed. About the ones whose job is Squeezing every woman’s breast And manipulating angles ‘......Read the rest...

...Knowing fate is ordained Knit then thoughts mindfully Kneading, reshaping soul Kindness as our motto Kick starting a new life Knocking on our heart’s door Kingdom of God’s within......Read the rest...

...Poetry is meant to be Out the blue and honestly Like a lampshade vertically Standing tall in victory In a crowd or all alone Poetry is not so prone To be read or said out loud On a cruise or......Read the rest...

...A brilliant sky - a hopeful day and night But broods and churns, the haunt of beast and plight. No kneading dough nor kneeling praise nor shout - Before the cross was laid, there’s no ......Read the rest...

...It’s a recurring thought– Over and over again– echoing in my head, Bouncing back and forth, Reeling up and down like a Yo-yo, Like a boomerang that keeps coming back, Like a song stuck in your ......Read the rest...

...In the clutch,her gentle touch,away from slutch,outside hutch Bereft of words But never the eyes do lie,beneath the blue sky,she and i a garnet ring, on her finger that cling, like dove's wing, ......Read the rest...