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Kneading Poems - Poems about Kneading


Premium Member Kneading Autumn's Yearning
[An Autumn kitchen a crucible of y e a s t and y e a r n i n g] Samantha kneads dough with determined hands, she hears Hank's cry—"Vi vi an"—a phantom yeast in the air Her world f e r m e n t...

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Categories: kneading, adventure, autumn, desire, emotions,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member Kneading the Dough
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, but by me...

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Categories: kneading, appreciation, bible, blessing, encouraging,
Form: Fibonacci



Kneading Truth
He saw her clear and true But went headlong into the rain Showing out his acquired skill Against all the elements of leveled pain She held her baby with special needs As TRUTH held innocence in her gaze Mama instructed TRUTH how to behave In order to make the journey through the maze He fell upon the cement boundary Angered, enraged that he'd been...

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Categories: kneading, truth,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Kneading
life kneads patience co-operation friendship sharing love stan sand...

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Categories: kneading, appreciation, friendship love,
Form: Free verse
Softely Kneading
Love that's gathered in heart's glow the season comes upon scarlet smiles - attachments pure encircling life most golden where in spirit shadows fade only brilliance seen round the table - nourishment substance feeding all canning love's great fortitude to store for yonder's need helpings drive the loosening of soul's tender belts to sigh...

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Categories: kneading, love
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Kneading
I remember Grandma's kitchen When I was a newlywed. To learn to cook was important But not as important as what was said. As she kneaded bread on the counter, Teaching me how to cook, I learned so many important things That didn't come from a book. Side by side we would stand Kneading bread as we chatted on. We talked of life and love And...

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Categories: kneading, family
Form: Rhyme
Kneading My Brain
It's evening I'm inside the bathroom looking into the mirror opening up my head taking out my brain like a washrag The light flows in from down the hallway bending into the mirror's depths displaying my melancholy face the faded surroundings that all seem gray Wringing out my brain over the sink draining all of my emotions and thoughts swirling down the white ceramic sink all my...

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Categories: kneading, imagination, inspirational
Form: Free verse

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