Oysters Poems - Poems about Oysters

...For once this is not fiction Can you change the past? I yearn to, But on condition I carry with me All that I have learned. But you cannot change the past. Still, I yearn for a bottl......Read the rest...

...My shame is my scarlet letter Sewn stitch by stitch by years A scarlet letter emblazoned An alphabet on my chest A superhero’s symbol disguised Find me a phone booth Tear off my Brook B......Read the rest...

...Did you see the way Debbie was winking at me last night. That wasn’t winking, her eyes were rolling in disgust. No, it was definitely come on eyes. My God, you got arrested at the altar for ......Read the rest...

...(A bit of fun for Thomas W. Case - I think he lives in Iowa) Hawkeye pride burns bright in Iowa City, the place where Tennessee Williams learned to curse. Iowa City hosts the 4th of J......Read the rest...

...Quote: “The healing power of time is not a myth but a reality. Given enough time, most emotional pain eases and eventually disappears altogether.” – Allan J. Adler Time, the alchemist of wounds, ......Read the rest...

...This poem is not meant to offend anyone or belittle their beliefs. This is only my attempt at humor. ~Things I’ll Give Up for Lent~ Liver and onions, Minced meat pie. Drinking beer from a can, ......Read the rest...

... "Like a shooting s t a r, plunging from lunar fields of lavenders, to touch the aqua a b y s s a l, I f i d d l e away my c o l o s s a l fears, letting go of......Read the rest...

...My cousin Finn was raving about the new dish at Claude’s Diner. There is no appetizer better, truly nothing finer. They call it Chestnuts roasting over an Open Fire. I had to run out and try it, I......Read the rest...

...Merry Christmas, my poet friends Nicaraguans or Spanish May God love you tomorrow, That cats purr in front of the tree, American or Iranian, Portuguese That Santa drops off gifts In your shoes ......Read the rest...

...white strands out to sea maroon roots cerise corralled oysters secrets pearls......Read the rest...

...My dead mother told me she was alone in an East London Hospital for the poor. Told me this, through a dilated tunnel of time. "You were a difficult birth, I being small, and you being big", s......Read the rest...

... They were vibrant women, whose voices vibrated in the vicinity. Their squabbles were X-rated. Profanity pirouetted nude in their expressions. They fought for the rights, though with obsce......Read the rest...

...Seasons come and go -- How ends the fillings? Recycled we know: rain back to the sky, leaves to soil, sandy runoff, particle debris, for oysters to make pearly luxuries -- snow on mou......Read the rest...

...there was a goddess named Aphrodite and Ares’ appetite strong and mighty the oysters he had perhaps had gone bad because she remained wrapped in her nightie......Read the rest...

...Under the shadow of a maple tree, Green as summer, wistful and praising Like the peace blowing dandelion seeds Risking the rain’s rhythmic showers, Against blades of tempting July sprinkling Hap......Read the rest...