Short Chicory Poems
Short Chicory Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Chicory by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Chicory by length and keyword.
Roast pheasant in cider sauce
Wood pigeon salad
Parmesan crusted chicken
with Baked chicory
Sweet apple brulee
Bon-bons and
Beer!
Categories:
chicory, food, sports
Form:
Epulaeryu
Chicory chew chew, tobakky chaw
I love my pappy. I love my ma.
Spit in a tin can, straight from my jaw
Chicory chew chew, tobakky chaw.
Categories:
chicory, father, love, mother, my children, parents, son,
Form:
Lyric
Chicory and parsley soup
smoked streaky bacon
devilled prawn notepaper bread
sweet sandwich granache
buttermilk snow with
pink rhubarb
Drool !
Categories:
chicory, food
Form:
Epulaeryu
Fragments of copper scatter;
smothers an Opal kiss
the surface only matters;
ardour does not exist,
and deserts of weary Chicory
sway with limestone tips,
swelling like the cactus
blistering our lips.
Categories:
chicory, life, lost love, love, sad,
Form:
Lyric
Efflorescence in a period of time
As Chicory plant spreads
While arboretum is filled with newly watered seeds
The wild-flower in all its glory blooms
The gentility of the open space soiled
Polluted by the lack of responsibilities
Categories:
chicory, image, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Imagism
Yonder grow the Chicory Specs,
that glow between the eyes and flower.
Greater is their glow admired,
that faces show their pride and power.
Scattered on their stems like ladders
pulling them apart.
Relaxed to see your eyes appending.
No better face of art.
While breathing cool to vent them in.
Their hearts too cool to touch.
Lo Chicory specs to feed your soul.
No hunger quite so much.
Categories:
chicory, beautiful, flower,
Form:
Quatrain
Her voice was soft on the telephone
She had gentility, like the part of the city she once lived
We talked of tragedy and chicory coffee
My friends had told me the situation was still grim
I asked her of Galatoire's and Brennan's
Of the Ninth Ward, and of her home
While I, pining and homesick, sipped coffee the color
Of the mulatto Mississippi River. . .
So polite and patient she was
For one who had lost everything
Categories:
chicory, natural disasters, loss, nostalgia, sad, sympathy,
Form:
Free verse
It is not a conversation you overhear,
Like the questions rolling underfoot,
"Who goes there?".
You can see the grass has told
How tall to grow
To the chicory, dandelions and clover.
At the edge of the pitch
Where competition is stiff,
They grow bigger, taller and bolder;
Yet in each new match, every plant,
Agrees to a height and no taller.
Till in the next field over, where it's wild and fallowed,
It's to the death, all bets are off, and no foul.
2,21,2020
Categories:
chicory, flower, nature, sports,
Form:
Light Verse