Ladle Poems - Poems about Ladle

... A simmering pot where words begin to blend, A broth of feelings where emotions tend To soften, meld, and yield a richer taste, No single flavor overpowering, no haste. A ladle dips and lift......

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...Melting pot hasn’t melted **** for years Just mixed vegetables and the unclean seers Same thing every corner Cold, cold, never warmer It’s the temperature. It’s too low. Let’s turn up the heat ......

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...Blue Cheese and Old Pickles – 3-14-25 Dedicated to my Grandmother Pickel and her famous pickles. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Blue Cheese and Old Pickles Forgott......

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...it twas evereth the 14th and ladle had stilled consequence perceptive decorum and froth's constable would, could naught cold heart and battled fart bequeath to thee a brothersome free door an......

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... Written: March 3rd, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann Quote" There is a moon inside every human being. Learn to be companions with it". By Rumi ......

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...Onigiri is another level, I don't know a place called Seattle, I took a ladle, Put it on a table, I don't know where I'm going at, I took a sat, I see myself as a lad, I don't want to be sad, ......

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... Flirt "a-n-t-o-p" itch, scrabch eau ladle Yabba scent moral reelf fablet C'ertain istic heft log glitcheskin Sellodaffle feft, fall guppit, helpfullf e......

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...My infantile eye left me crying in my spiritual cradle. I was a baby in desperate need of the divine hand and a nutritious ladle. With divine guidance and nutrition, I started to grow. My leg......

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...You can sip the broth, but never really taste the burn that lingers on the pot’s edges. It holds the stories of everything it devoured — what lingered too long, what wandered too close. They s......

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...Worried for the day I sit at the table, too nervous to say I must write a fable With my pens in array I look for my ladle My hunger I must slay My thoughts in disarray Worried my hunger c......

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...I've roamed the halls of Poetry Soup for nearly nine years and had lots of ups and downs, cried happy and sad tears Some poets are super duper people that I call my 'friends' There are some snoope......

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...When quenching the silence alone at the well One ladle awaits me and loneliness quelled Tomorrow resurgent all thirst fading fast My shadow refilling — the emptiness past (Dream......

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...Campbell's 'Soup' is no more, with its name change usurp, Eating soup without a label, makes me a twerp, I’ve sipped every bowl, Now it’s taking a toll, If I ladle soup, with no soup label, I’ll ......

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... watered down soup has lost its flavor ~ the broth is not one to savor it's over peppered and there's too much garlic ~ sometimes vitriolic nothing wrong with a little pinch of salt ~ but d......

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...In fiery red costumes, anger dances fire ablaze. Anxiety, pain, and isolation, from within, gaze Garlands of skulls, bones, and spun veins are worn invisibly. Bloody tongue ladle, like that of a h......

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