Mint Poems - Poems about Mint

Tea Time ...

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I need just before dawn to feel the slopes, love them, The smell of mint or anise, gentian or orange, I need to walk to look for ghosts, invisible ones My parents gone, my wife with quiet kisses, I need this time away from the sleeping cities, To find my soul that is lost in loving you, I need mint,...

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Mouth watering taste cooling effect on tongue mixed with chocolate chips...

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In the garden of memories, a bloom so divine. A mother's love, an eternal lifeline. Reading the holy book, a melody that dawdles on. She was holy and a saint like persona. Through her Guiding hands and a comforting embrace, So many greats emerge. Her absence, a longing I can’t negate. Because it’s painful, but pain is all...

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I am sitting in a black, hard plastic Chair which has a leg and one more And fire in its heart. And then the grass Was screeching at the top of their lungs For the witches spell had put the flame Out. Plums were hanging on the branches of Old Sir Willow but they dropped and drooped. Who? Let’s take a...

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A little question for the U.S. Mint, how do you decide which President to print? Which Presidential portrait fits best on the money? Why did you put President Jackson's face on the $20? If Abraham Lincoln was our best President, why is he only on the $5's that we've spent? It's well known that George Washington slept everywhere, so perhaps a...

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I have Smelly Armpits and Bursting to Go but; I'm heading to the supermarket the condiments aisle I meet my neighbour like conversing with a pigeon give me the full recipe he says he has arm wrestling intelligence - but how to get out of it unsex me now come, thick night he talks about his hedges I shoplift the sugar puffs...

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I Moon is a Necco Wafer, Sugar Babies, we ‘Neath the Milky Way. II Yorks, the Musketeers! The Swedish Fish froth away From the Whopper Balls. III The dark side of Mars, The Salt Kiss on the Heath, No mint’s on the bed....

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Penelope could touch her toes And quickly would assume that pose But everyone knows It isn't her toes That beckons to so many beaux!...

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I scream I dream I love ice cream, Brain freeze This is agony, Salted caramel Or mint choc chip, Strawberry sundae Tastes good to me, I have a confession I love rum and raisin, I scream I dream I love ice cream, The taste and the texture I think are heaven, Out of ten I score ice cream eleven....

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In floral perfume, nectar gnawing bees who buzz and hum, honeypots abound as maple syrup magnets flit and taunt, garlands of magnolia upon the beechwood trellis, lavender’s light purple trail a mint leaf tract from Cape Verde to Southwest Asia. Lilac buds perspire on lambs skin swathes, a misty bleat and frolic over far-flung heather muirs. Summer breezes pot pourri the spicy petals...

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Lift up your heart As love now starts Give all you can To understand Live your best now As truth endows Act with clear will To feel fine fill The way is hard For a true bard Word mint fits pain Now once again Dare to be good In any mood The middle way Fits night and day Come away now For why knows how Leon Enriquez 01 April 2020 Singapore...

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i stood in front of the stairs staring up at the facade i was actually there though thinking thoughts i aughten have been there even though i was there so i had to try to find the line of reality so i pinched myself and found i was at the bottom of the stairs...

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Mint Duet Tongues swathed in mint Trestlework of undulation Swoosh of utter breezes The cool tingling sensation Today’s Date: 12/18/2019 Arbitrium Divisa 5 Poetry Contest Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden Original Poem: Sensational Lovemaking...

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most memories speak to the happenings of it's time they make you try to understand what's going through the minds of those who are stars in the role, the story teller wishes them to be. the somber sounds of thinking to tell the stories of yesteryear mention the happenings speak from your position say what you think is right author the story and speak to...

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