Plates Poems - Poems about Plates

Dinner Plates

Every night, while I watch,
she stacks the dirty dinner plates:
carefully, habitually,
with the grace of a woman
who has learned to love herself.

Intentionally, methodically,
cleaning dishes at the sink,
she is at her most beautiful.  
This is her nightly rhythm.  

The dishwasher is always off
because she needs to feel
the running water 
on arthritic hands.

Our kitchen window faces

ISIS Threats on license plates

You are indeed sad ISIS American terrorist sending threats on license plates to promote your intimidation and fear Jhore JIHAD jay Townsend Johnson Henry truly sad your ISIS can never ever impersonate me sadly your isis identity fraud abuse of power exist in America as I expressed before after severe identity fraud upon my family

Poet's Pot and Plates

I saw a golden clay pot
Of a master poet 
For  cooking  
Poetry 
And putting  
On the golden clay 
Plates. 
Then covered by 
Golden plastics 
For many politicians 
And other world readers. 
Those are rarely stuffs
Which most poets 
Keep seriously 
Because they are costly. 

June 3rd 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe 
Mussabwa Chris

The Fates of Plates

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

Spinning Plates

When I think of all the times my parents took me to the circus when I was young…I’m filled with all the memories that thought creates…one of my favorite memories was watching those jugglers spinning plates.

The juggler would place a plate upon a pole…then looking out at the audience and. grinning, he or she, with

Plates Oddquain

Plates
get broken;
Sometimes hearts do too,
shattering into pieces;
Feel;
Heal;
Sometimes faces leave traces;
Accept the fixed scars;
Choice earmarked
parts.

Out-Of-State Plates

I check the license plates of cars
Parked all around my block,
Which proves that to New York
So many people still do flock.

Here’s Arizona, Massachusetts,
California, too.
Of course, there’s Pennsylvania
And New Jersey, passing through.

Surprisingly, there’s Kansas,
Also Carolina (North).
I wonder why these people
From their native states set forth.

It’s hard to find a parking place
(For on the street, it’s free),
Especially

Two Lovers Vi - Paper Plates

Out with his boys drinking, feeling rowdy
Special occasion
Rolling the way they do
His lover is not with them
She stayed in for the night
He misses her company
But enjoys his time with the guys
He'll swing by later

A local city bar
Not anything special
Just talking trash like they talk
Cheap drinks
Fun

The talk turns to girls and sex
As it always does for

Shifting Plates of Time

The ground rumbles, ominously, I'm on the steep side of a Mississippi River Bluff, mid-August, gathering bursting crimson red trophies of Staghorn Sumac for my favorite sumac-ade, a spright, invigorating tonic I enjoy this time of year. The smell in the air, forest-sage beginning to dry and ripen, the bitter tang of scattered paper-birch bark

Spinning Plates

As infrequent a visitor 
hayrides through haunted woods are
to the segregate’s prison of elm and oak

is the sliver of Ray-ban hope
I used to count on 
for steady supplies of vegetation

on my salad plate,
overgrown now with yellow seed
blossoming dollops of strawberry preservative.

Titanic Plates

Light bursts
Ignite in the sky
Gouging cracks and
Holes through
The darkness
Now a nagging goading
In my ear
Noom-Kaboom
Titanic sky plates grind

Life Often Plates Things

Life Often Plates Things
That We Don’t Like
Written: by Tom Wright
2/10/2018

Sometimes life plates more than can be eaten,
And results don’t reward our feint and “duckin.”
By rebuffing thoughts that perhaps we’re beaten,
Jesus makes a way for us to keep on “truckin.”

Being incapacitated briefly brings no undue shame,
For Jesus is the one who appears in our corner.
Through Him

Cribriform Plates

cortex aMYADALA
cribriform pLATES
cINGULATE gYRUS
PUSSY WILLOW
PUSSY WILLOW
THE SOFT BRANCHES 
OF LOVE
PUSSY WILLOW
PUSSY WILLOW
THE SOFT COMFORTS
OF LOVE DEFINED

Broken Plates

Old men gayish twirls in anger
smashing plates as fools do
like hurricanes on the horizon
cavemen blamed the weather
Gods anger they said
one thousand gods later
only old men still angry
fools in caves
buildings crumble
the void laughs

Broken Plates

Withered hands
Gold trimmed plate.
Crashed. BROKEN
To be its fate. Times and
Times again.
Review shards to be
Reglued. Never the same
Design. If that, then a
Kindred mind? Who fused
The perplexing design.
THEN a crescendo
Cascaded feet away.
Rushed TO fractured
FINE CHINA.
A MOSAIC EVENT
SMOTHERED DINNING 
ROOM tiles. Even then
Time did not recognize
The task at hand. None
The less, urgency the
Atmosphere. SHOVEL WITH
CARE. MY DEAR, MY

• Short Plates Poems
• Famous Plates Poems
• Best Plates Poems
• Read Plates Poems
• Long Plates Poems
• Plates Quotes