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Short Black Beans Poems

Short Black Beans Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Black Beans by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Black Beans by length and keyword.


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I eat black beans on burnt toast,
I take communion from a broken
host....

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Categories: black beans, angst
Form: Haiku



Premium Member Don'T Tell
You like black beans
I like red
You like parties
I like bed
You like me and I like you
We'll sell everything else
'cept our honeydews....

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Categories: black beans, life,
Form: Burlesque
Grocery Poem Xiv
some people smile with their eyes
some people frown with their eyebrows
some people celebrate with candles & fireworks
some people mourn among cans of black beans

like the woman I saw,
sobbing with her eyes & mouth
in aisle twelve

some people don’t have a safe place to cry...

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Categories: black beans, cry,
Form: Free verse
Burn With Con Carne
Usually a pound of ground with black beans abound pintos are good for your heart cannellini start pepper, tomatoes green chiles mix! Jalapeno, seeded, minced chop one onion rinced six cloves of garlic thrown in use olive oil then chili powder blend spice a lot HOT!
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Categories: black beans, food, love,
Form: Epulaeryu
Premium Member Raw Carrots in Lard
    Pickles in tea
      black beans with cheese
    Surely no way to
      a man's appetite please

    Carrots in lard
      cornbread that’s hard
    Cantaloupe feathered 
      and tarred…  

    His fiancé looked nice
      but she couldn’t boil rice
    So he settled for a slice
      of toast ~ freshly charred
...

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Categories: black beans, food, funny, relationship, romance,
Form: Rhyme



Preface
Between life and death 
a photo finish race 
will decide the relationship.

There was intoxication 
at heights. Your throat had 
become hoarsed, sliced 
after a scream. Matchsticks 
were thrust in the 
gnawed mound of kneaded 
flour. The kitchen 
was going to explode.

Barehands you were
picking the black beans;
parting me lip by lip
caressing me thumb by thumb.


Satish Verma...

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Categories: black beans, art,
Form: ABC

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