Pots Poems - Poems about Pots

...A ship's cook  The sea is dark, clunky, and calm today slowly undulate  turns white where the ship's bow has plowed a furrow that stretches for miles. Gulls still follow us, shrieking and wai......Read the rest...

...Lemon tinted phase gilded skyline blown by ethereal fused mist eager bard imbued opal dream flotilla beyond tarnish while flash point chariots of gleam-well canvass astir or astern perfo......Read the rest...

...Gardening is my all-time favorite hobby. Early morning I get into my garden after my coffee. There the plants greet me with a smile. That’s the moment I feel my efforts are worthwhile.......Read the rest...

...pots fruit eggs& curtains * by Klee 'nature mort' in fee fantasy......Read the rest...

...I was conceived in the warm haven of a mother’s womb. Developing..........growing………. morphing……….through the epochs of time. Then suddenly, on no day in particular, I emerged into the sunlight. ......Read the rest...

...Sitting with Winnie Running from MiMi in polka dots Makes me giggle at haughty tots Who don’t want to use their potty pots. I’m now thinking of tequila shots And other things I oughta nots. ......Read the rest...

...Spring the first winter, after a long war, was cold today snow was slushy, the beginning of spring a poor street, houses had not been painted for years not much foo, the ice was reluctant to le......Read the rest...

...Daylight breaks through the gate and a bright light shine intensely on my face from a distance. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I fold one arm and held on tightly to the other arm. I knew it was......Read the rest...

... Orchard Smudging Written: by Miracle Man 3/28/2024 When, heavy frost was forecast, for all the area and reaches. Orchards would burn smudge pots, trying to save their peaches. A ......Read the rest...

...The unpopular express their popular strings to the garrison, contained within safe boundaries, there, their thoughts pirouetting words hung, the black beetles shine like exotic f......Read the rest...

...Seems like he is Bholu from my village, He used to come every morning to fetch Neera(Palm Toddy) from the Taad(palm) tree, He would tie ends of his anklets with a little rope. and we would watch h......Read the rest...

...Lemon tinted phase gilded skyline blown by ethereal fused mist eager bard imbued opal dream flotilla beyond tarnish while flash point chariots of gleam-well canvass astir or astern perfo......Read the rest...

...In the hills of Ireland where shamrocks sway lived a leprechauness in her quiet way. With a pot on the stove and a shoe needle in hand, she cooked, she cleaned, in......Read the rest...

... I once told a story about my Ex-girlfriend Gormless Sue Well that was part one And this is part two Gormless Sue had a farm She lived in a cosy warm house But she made me sleep in an old......Read the rest...

... This funny magician can make you a crawling snow white with big dark spots dalmatian His best magic turns louts into huge pots so quick His spell blows fart in slots smells ......Read the rest...