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Morsels Poems - Poems about Morsels


Premium Member Tasty Morsels
Tasty morsels may swim by I’ll just duck down and check it out Instead, a big fish I do spy Tasty morsels. Although this looks like a brown trout Or maybe it is a walleye They’re far to big I have no doubt. I’ll take a breath and then retry If nothing’s there, I’ll go without I...

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Categories: morsels, fish,
Form: Roundel
Premium Member Morsels
A sky full of lavender showing that we are all one; Uncommon morsels....

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Categories: morsels, color, emotions, introspection, sky,
Form: Haiku



Premium Member This Week
*** THIS WEEK *** (“If my doctor told me I had six minutes left to live, I wouldn’t brood. I’d type a little faster.” Isaac Asimov) The sliced portions of this week Collapsed, an almost eloquent fall Into a slow-motion slide Of morsels Then, still unnoticed, on into The soft blue crystals of This week’s ending — being Merely a measure...

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Categories: morsels, encouraging, endurance, imagery, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Morsels of Deceit
Give the people what they want, let them have it quickly The pot is on the boil, hissing steam Desires of an improper seethe Angry thoughts on a roil, the patience of diligence dissipating Hurriedly, they the cast the peppery vote For they all savor a king: they alova his sweet, dainty speech A savior king made of decaying flesh, provides a nasty...

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Categories: morsels, perspective, political, truth, wisdom,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Morsels
Morsels are my friend. Morsels like to bend. Morsels are yummy, in my tummy, but morsels have come to an end......... DON'T EAT MORSELS NO MORE! SHOO YOUR MORSELS OUT THE DOOR! THROW YOUR MORSELS ON THE FLOOR! Morsels are no longer my friend....

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Categories: morsels, 5th grade, change, death
Form: Light Verse



Blacken Morsels; the Shadow Dines
An eerie shadow in the night; comes hither to your door; Each time you whisper save me please; it angers even more. It seems to know your name somehow; and it calls as if you’re owned; And the terror puts a fear in you; to the marrow of your bones. You...

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Categories: morsels, imaginationlost, fear, lost,
Form: I do not know?

Book: Reflection on the Important Things