Pots Poems - Poems about Pots

Pots & Pans We see on the net a dust bowl of horror called Gaza people with remarkable pots and pans begging for food around an open kitchen; the thought is, do they keep the poets and pans so clean, do they take turns licking clean any vestige of nourishment of the said utensils, which tells me there is a Palestine under  the...

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Flowered patios, admired for their charm, Andalusian patios lovingly cared for. As new-born babies that Andalusian women take care of with gentleness, dedicating their time with the same devotion to as a baby who needs attention. Beauty with big eyes that shines in a blind world to old emotions. Patios of my Andalusia, you sow joy in front of the ones who feel love...

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The old, cracked clay pots on the shelf They've been there so long I leave them there as a reminder Life leaves deep wounds from wrongs Some cracks are deep with crevices bold Some so fine almost unseen Those have been repaired hold the soul But none can repair the genes They are so old and unwanted now Their shelf...

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I grew up believing the fairy tales and stories I was told… I believed if I could make it over the rainbow…I’d find a pot of gold. At the end of December this year I will be turning 70 year old… and though I’ve seen a lot of rainbows…I’ve never found my pot of gold. But yesterday I realized...

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African minds, African souls Yet only one controls Her fiery hair is one of a kind Yet no one sees inside her mask of destruction Her name is Rae Hood, a killer of all beasts She isn't a hero not a villain You don't want to get on her bad side For the moon power is all hers African tribes hide for she won't...

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Steaming tea pots help a lot When troubles come your way Simply pour a cup Rest and look up Giving your troubles away...

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My garden is filled in pots ...

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Plants in pots inside like pets in pound beckon for attention. Like chicks in nest they screech and squeal with open beaks, skyward begging for worms and morsels in mum's beak Plants in pots are dependents totally reliant on you. More mouths to feed more wilts to water more bugs to squash more dead-ends to clip and prune. Sometimes I wonder: Are they worth it? But their...

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I can see the rainbows They're right there Rainbows do sort of piss me off, though, because my daughter always wants the pot of gold at the end She doesn't know that it's actually not there But, if you think about it, it actually is there I can help guide her through storms and be there when her rainbows aren't...

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Taking a derelict path, With a semblance of security, Though only a whisker of it I leave for the past Which seems not far But still out of reach I am thoroughly afraid For I am to face my decisions again But My itchy toes take me back To the day when I considered myself A free young man And I remember not feeling Like...

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Pots know of mud they are from also pride why?...

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antiquated it sits collecting dust amidst memories threadbare piece of cloth unraveling with time I cleek it from the drawer press it against my heart then stare blankly at its threads unraveling the years I can almost see you adept hands carefully knitting each little thread in place then carefully tying the knot I grimace in pain the writhe of my stomach twisting about as I trace each thread the...

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I came from a place of bean pots and tea pots I love my trusty three-decade old crock pot One holer, two holer, three holer, four Another kind of pot, if your keeping score Clay pots and tin pots not related to pot shots Pot belly stoves found in old country stores Soup pots, flower pots and pot holes galore Cast iron,...

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We shared coffee from special coffee pots, On special days, in special ways Dreaming about the future Our dreams so clear they felt like reality When they crashed and burned in front of me. It wasn’t my fault and it wasn’t your fault That reality got in the way But I’ll never forget you as I pour tasteless coffee From coffee pots inscribed...

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Joys of married life outweigh minor discrepancies Such as throwing pots and pans or other irregularities Must turn a blind eye As harmful stuff flies by It all part of the charm, ignore the unavoidable peculiarities...

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