Minestrone Poems - Poems about Minestrone

...Soupers as lovers unite, with spoons and bowls held high, All soups from broths to chunky chowders, they'll try. Making steamy affairs in poems that burn and delight, To fill the world with soup, ......

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...If Minestrone soup Was a rock group... The Beefy base Would take the lead guitars place. The Croutons crunch Would be the drums - munch! The Carrot bits, The drumsticks. The Onion's t......

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...Many moms make a mishmash of marshmallow melon month of rites Marmie and Magnus mined minx’s minestrone meatball mites Magnificent Marmaduke mollycoddles minute rice making mush. Merry majestic Ma......

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...Her canvas awaits the first scoop, She dips her brush in the soup Bouillabaisse caresses her canvas, Stirring the senses of her palate She dips her brush in yet As the stove heats up her ......

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...With Careful Spoons Your perfume essence speaks of lazy afternoons under sage trees. You kissed my bent neck with a pointed snake of sweet saliva eyes. Now we are twisting inside my slow tilted ......

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...Otter By Caroline I am an otter. I swim in the water Cactus By Caroline the humble cactus stands tall over the desert casts a long s......

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... Sitting, relaxing, after yummy minestrone soup! Allowing myself the luxury of not getting caught in a poetic loop. Just sit on the deck, pon......

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...Pity poor cheap old Adolfo Santiago Minestrone Gagged on week-old baloney and congealed macaroni April 22, 2019 Entry in 'An Epitaph to Make us Laugh 2' contest Sponsor: Jesse......

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...Saturday Night Smoked cigarette butts in The cup of runny-mud-thick cold minestrone soup Half gone My inebriated head melts Into my numb hairless fingers, hang nails hung over from A sober we......

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...My name is Black. My mouth is diseased. I walk on walls behind your back. I've come for your soul. You had it out on lease. (You forgot.) Stop tending to the chickens, Or don't stop tending ......

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...When my spirit was fogged in gloom After i impacted concrete; like a lead balloon It lifted my strength as I started to write Of a beautiful girls toy; on its maiden flight Intended for a con......

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...Remarkable mother devoted wife Forty seven years with her partner in life Before he passed, rarely apart He was her rock, she his heart Unprepared to live alone at age sixty eight But that did......

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...Oh, vermicelli, rigatoni! Lost on a sea of minestrone. The sea beneath my feet, And nothing else to eat, I live on cheese and macaroni.......

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