Repasts Poems - Poems about Repasts

...Full of fascination, awe, and strange mystery, a legend from some languishing law history… He cracked open the case to see if credible, when tastes for each other turned to the edible. Valuing ......Read the rest...

...This time of the year when the cannas sadly droop, Ma is saving kitchen scraps from recent repasts for a hearty winter soup, and decorations go up. Too early I think with the Chr......Read the rest...

...I have tasted new lands as I’ve traveled this Earth, would leave prejudice (often) with dust shoes pick up. No, not loam like the Dust Bowl knew (God knows our shame), the clear-cutting of forests......Read the rest...

...“On the Sonnet” by John Keats If by dull rhymes our English must be chained, And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet Fettered, in spite of painéd loveliness; Let us find out, if we must be const......Read the rest...

...The greatest Poem I ever wrote… the one I just laid down The one to last a thousand years deep in the lost and found With words familiar, feelings stained in blood from echoes past ......Read the rest...

...in summer it's bright the gloom is shuttered indoors behind the curtains balmy summer nights eating outdoors in the breeze simple dishes bliss the warm summer sea beckons beach goers to s......Read the rest...

...Sun Furnace desiccating. Man and Beast moving, In crazed circles of Corral Mirages Seeking shade. Moisture-less Sky and Land. Buzzards, certain of, Meat Jerky repasts. Timing air currents, U......Read the rest...

...Its ghostly, desolate shell reposes atop a craggy tor, Overlooking the restless sea on England's venerable shore! Though its walls have withstood the ravages of countless ages, Its name and former ma......Read the rest...

...The stories I could tell and having told of trials which would led thee upon a well worn path within the skin and to the core the soul through torrid memories of the long lost past. I'd speak of Jos......Read the rest...

...The skillet hung near the old wood-burning kitchen stove. Aside from her family, Mom considered it a special trove. With that blackened old pan she prepared delicious repasts, That in my judicious......Read the rest...

...She sits among the flowers on the ground. A young flower amid a bed of thorns. Genteel on this conspicuous platform, with flowers gathered closely all around. She baptizes with water from her han......Read the rest...