Lunches Poems - Poems about Lunches

... Lunch is where we eat a bunch! Sandwich with cheese, Chips, pickles, and peas. Sometimes and apple or two. Until Billy comes, Then I don't know what to do! ......Read the rest...

...I am a captive of these household chores, Cleaning windows, wall and floors. Fighting dirt all the way, Until I am old and grey. Up at 5 to start the sandwich brigade. Pack their lunches and ......Read the rest...

...What scene would I want to find comfort in more than this one, an ordinary morning in the farmhouse kitchen, blue checked curtains swaying, wooden shelves with plates and jars, the radio softly ......Read the rest...

... The morning dawns Thinking cap’s on Oh, the things you will do before this day is through… The chimes strike noon It’s come so soon So much yet undone But lazy l......Read the rest...

... Tumult and chaos reign around us Gushes of water spill from shattered roofs unto bodies Water does not heal the wounds of besieged people suffering ln the distance music of two misplaced cellos ......Read the rest...

... Tired eyes and lots of yawning Before they get upon the day Excited to see their friends Sharing lunches, smiles and laughter Taking nothing further than their next step Living life in the mo......Read the rest...

... No Free Lunches Miracle Man November 4, 2023 When eggs are free they’re quickly snatched, But like most things free there’s an effort to deceive. Many see Rotisserie chickens before......Read the rest...

... “Small Addictions” bit by bit the hunger begins, the time when everyone, it would seem, is giving in to those small addictions inevitably they become your sole purp......Read the rest...

...From Holly Dear Oliver, how long has it been? Sixty plus years have grown between us. We were seven or was it eight years old but we were madly in love—remember? I would wear my hair o......Read the rest...

...I wake in the hour of ghosts, alongside the songs of owls & swim through la mer d’etoiles to the bakery The door rings at my entrance, flour coats the table like sand. Culled fresh ......Read the rest...

...Everyone says to forget him. Whenever I talk randomly about him, They say, "Move on! Let go! Forget him!" Someone better will come, so let your heart swim. It's not that I cling to the past we ......Read the rest...

...I was a pleasant, conscientious librarian, whose world consisted of books, As a world of fragrant beauty, can be found in the glossy, honeyed nooks. Although it was pleasant work and appealing, I......Read the rest...

...A single mother’s love is strong and true, She sacrifices all for her child’s life anew. Her days are long, her nights are short, Yet her heart is full, she is never out of sorts. She wakes up ......Read the rest...

...He has no poetic garden to gaze upon no outside to the inside of this room Soft breaths of brothers 1, 2 and 3 like the breeze on the asphalt playground of his tiny school, one mile away. No l......Read the rest...

...Our Babies Rise Into The Morning Tired eyes and lots of yawning Before they get upon the day Excited to see their friends Sharing lunches, smiles and laughter Taking nothing further than t......Read the rest...