Plate Poems - Poems about Plate

Not all of us ‘Eat, Pray, Love’. One plate: a minefield of coulda, woulda, shoulda, of clink and clatter long after a bite. Taste lingers, here!...

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A dog with a missing leg Knocked down by a driver Drove at dog speed And barked away We have stopped to see A group of people, too The dog with a missing leg And smoke from nearby hut The municipal is here Health officer with a spade Staring at the carcass And calling for backup The cop's siren is here Looking around curiously I wonder why,...

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What treasures will be in the plate Meant to provide for the good Monies from thither and yon Doing only what saints could Why does the surplus never touch The hurt that all good has done Heavier and heavier grows the weight That forgiveness and mercy can not outrun Decades of healing attest to grace Boundaries line the field of the mind The gate is...

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I eat them as if l am possessed, I ravage them one by one intelligently, Chewing carefully but mercilessly, Orgh, they taste sweet, nice and crunchy, Better than loose biscuits from market stalls, I feed day in, day out, As l feel them running down my esophagus, Electrical whispers making connections, Unfolding stories with each firing synapse, A saga of thoughts,...

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Just walking all around Not sure where im bound Don't know , I just might even be in the lost and found A hint of silence falls over the land Who is that trying to rule me with with an iron hand Speaking like your someone , better than me . What might you be doing when you...

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Two fresh plates to adorn my humble chariot. The one on top had the honor of being mounted at the front, as my customary parking pattern is to back into a space on the far side of the garage. But soft ... was it an honor? To be figurehead, first to see, noble vanguard, and yet, bombarded for countless hours by suicidal...

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"They say that I need help But all I see is I'm okay" This might just be my last meal And I'd be chewing to my grave Or better yet I'd be eating the rope, The rope that I've been hanging on Since I spiralled down this eating lane It started all so innocent From being the guy who took...

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I had way too much on my plate from a quirky and ungrateful date She expressed I was cheap And called me a creep Then went searching for a brand-new mate...

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Afternoon Tea in a bone china cup Tastes nicer don’t you agree ~ Earl Grey tea especially when poured from a teapot after brewing not stewing ~ For exactly the time that it takes for to make a nice cup of Earl Grey tea ~ Lay out your best china Royal Albert ~ Liberty On a tray On a cake stand there all for to see ~ Brown finger sandwiches with salmon with ham Scones and whipped...

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A mother pays a dinner visit to her son. He was living with a female roommate. Mom spotted anything over supper. Her son's roommate was a stunning lover. She was always wary of companions. She asked her son about Shanon. I'm aware of what you're thinking, he said. But we're just housemates and pals. Then, the girl stated to lose a silver...

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Memories evaporate as I struggle to operate my life becomes too complicated stress and strain leave me frustrated too much on my plate at first not sure I ordered what I was served forget going forward or about dessert food blocks my view unable to observe I’m stuck looking at a present where I have...

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My friend Murphy is annoyed by her neighbors. At first it was just the one who steps over the foul line in basketball. All the time. Which I thought was weird as Murphy weighs two-thirty and does not play. Now she is annoyed by Helen, the snoop, who lives across the street. They used to be besties, but Helen started...

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*Image of What Happens When I Put ... by UMC. The Collection Plate, 'Tis a simple sacred place of worship bearing no weight, whereto, one's faith unchallenged, accepted universally. A complement of thrice their numbers, religious qualities as true servants, pronounced by their autonomous tenet gathered did they; a pastor, a priest, and a rabbi. They'd planned to divey-the-spoils...

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Kitty Fluffy and her Thanksgiving plate Invited us to dine, yelling “Don’t be late!” Kitty was welcoming, her plate was absurd. We are having a twenty pound turkey, a hideous bird! That plate is annoying said my cousin Tom. But funny, I added, what planet do you live on? My first talking plate, he said. I find it crass. Take a valium...

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The Crumbs on the Plate ...

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