Milk Poems - Poems about Milk

There once was an elk a lonely elk not a wapiti or moose who had no friends not even a whelk so he went in search the silly goose hoping for the milk of elkish kindness with another of his ilk tho' he did go looking high and low roaming all around in the snow sad to say at the end of the day no...

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Sitting in the sunshine streaming through the window my catnap's long overdue it's way past time I drifted off to the land of milk (and honey) ah Shangri-La a return to déjà vu and my reverie it's no hallucination merely visualisation of a fertile imagination and when all is said and done no I'm not the one (but, 'Wish I were,' hear me purr) the cat who ate the...

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promotes strong bones and strong teeth potato soup base creamy warm tapioca feta and cheddar chocolate pudding cottage cheese milk...

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Being weary of our direction No guidance which way to go We cried out Lord please help us He pointed His finger, that way now go With the new land of milk and honey We grew dependent upon the Lord He gave us all we needed And continued to give us more Thank You Lord for Your goodness We'll remember Your kindness indeed Oh Lord...

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With over forty years apart let’s pretend it’s just a day That time we’ve lost and what it cost to ignore and look away We can’t tunnel through the heartache but a bridge over can be built To put behind those days unrhymed with tomorrow — yet unfelt (Dreamsleep: June, 2025) ...

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strawberry milk moon dipped in dark chocolate sky shooting star flies by...

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When first invited to The Land of Milk and Honey where stars at night shone bright and days there were always sunny he demurred to go Abraham was of a mind to politely decline as wouldn't you know he was lactose intolerant and diabetic too so the alleged Promised Land would only guarantee even more misery but when he repented and relented as his story unravels more than 2,200...

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WOMB WORDS Womb ! Mother of All, what sayeth you knowing activation before birth births through girths, a Q ? ~ ‘I see rainmakers smoking pipes drink from ostrich eggs fresh then hike wearing silver Nikes embryo cells magically multiply hearing guinea fowl cackle on high kicking sensations, baby legs sigh atoms alight travel from mom to babe life witnesses...

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Hey, make a shake silky milky very berry fruity beauty Taste this graced bliss....

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We were out of milk So, we raced to the grocery store My husband and I had competing carts We raced around the aisles like we were on fire As we were loading ten bags into our trunk My husband said “Did you get the milk?” Both of us had forgotten why we came...

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“Milk of Roses” Milk of Roses was her scent and great bouquets of baby's breath moving messages that blew across hearts underneath the bones and skin of breast baby's breath that bristled like clouds moved by hidden white doves who cut the air like a butter knife for other imaginings crossing scarlet tears in skies and whispering trances through doors of wanton...

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my pup is growing milk teeth found in his blanket his new bite will hurt ...

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object be silent not signed about take the present it a meaningful moment at that cornered life you scram behind the bent stand she and he hide out for once and for naught a single ounce you got left to sell comin in a center miss perfect deflecting death shirt coats end polish pranks and bank shot calling from my starched abandon lifetimes no skranton big world owners and rulers standard operator error get blues when?...

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"Mother’s Milk" I don’t know - what would you have me say? Life is a gourmond perfume rolling along on the notes of air intoxicating musk a jubilee music you breathe and reign in words lactonic heaven scent stimulating the beginning and the end in synaethesia the let down presents succelent life, a moment brief and swift a hint of warm peppered cinnamon with gunshot...

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In the days of milk and honey Milk was cheap and fresh Honey costed little money And I paid in cash In the dream one winter night I was flying low In the blur of lamppost light I was flapping slow Over houses and then Swooping down I flew Over pavements and again Up towards the blue In the days of wine and music Days of happy...

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