Pot Poems - Poems about Pot

...I went out for a nanty narking time Wearing my best gas pipes and tie Hanging with whooperups at the pub Lally-gagging with girls going by I met the jammiest bit of jam, I did She was bang up ......Read More

...The other day I had a "first", two flat tires. Could it have been worse? I was on a narrow country road and driving very, very slow. Suddenly my car made a loud pop and then it fell. The right ......Read More

...Be careful with the head vase someone said. I had no idea what a head vase was. I walked past it several times, not really seeing it. That’s it! My girlfriend pointed out. That hideous thing? Ye......Read More

...Every morning as I walk out my door, I look down, cant even see the floor.. I know their there, even if I can't see When I open the door, it sets them free.. Claws hiting me up and down my leg ......Read More

...His mouth was a constant drip of a tea pot Words came out in rushes, and I mean a lot Most of us could not hear them after awhile Even his relatives had trouble mustering a smile......Read More

...I’m sure ratepayers everywhere Are aware of the many dangers Of the cronyism to be found At their local Council chambers They build useless monuments That will never make a buck For vanity pr......Read More

...I quite enjoyed writing these two line poems for the Bantu contest - the idea of the call and response with two different statements but the same sensory response to each line. A bit like a game of M......Read More

... i. My eyes - the voice that can be heard through hands I hear scratching on the other side of fingertips and bone  thoughts clawing behind doors of desperation the rotting rasping chaos,  ......Read More

... Baubles and bangles doo-dads and what-nots Trinkets and knick-knacks don't stir my pot... Excitement, adventure discovery, peril Launch me over Niagara Falls pulling levers in a ba......Read More

...Serenity lost in a tempestuous cloud Wailing to the rumbling thunder as darkened skies were painted in cinnabar. losing its crown to the fleeting rain  Dew flooding from the gazing moon Singi......Read More

...In this pot of Daffodils There's one not quite the same. It's paler than the others, A larger head, a different name. Still they grew together Radiant and bright. In their golden glory They ......Read More

.... How about a One Pot Kitchen Minimalist to the Max First sort out Food Millet - 5 grains And a Clay pot Rotate millets Every 2 days Soak and boil Soak for 8 hrs. In 5 times water Leave it......Read More

...I am an angry man I considered butchering my mother So that the government could offer me Other accommodations away from her Just because she asked me to clean A pot in her house She is s......Read More

...They say... Still waters run deep... Then why are there so many shallow people? When it rains it pours... Usually the day after I wash my truck. Walk softly and carry a big stick... Or wa......Read More

...A quiet storm made its way Feelings strewn and blown astray Enamored as we, Where desperate to be free Lost in each other, thus Soft-focused portrait of us Harsh cold fates As rage alienate......Read More