Short Currant Poems
Short Currant Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Currant by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Currant by length and keyword.
Aylesbury duck in port
Currant jelly sauce
Bucks bread with beef dripping spread
Then cherry bumpers;
Dandelion and
Burdock brew
Whew!
Categories:
currant, food, places
Form:
Epulaeryu
yolks dance in a pan
toast swimming in currant jam
coffee scents, how blest
September 12, 2019
Categories:
currant, food, joy, morning,
Form:
Haiku
Those apples you call cheeks are as fresh as a currant, grapefruit!
Wanna eat them my luv! For they're chubby and sweet!
The crease on your neck is a line on blue-sky.
It squints for a smooch which my lips can't deny.
Categories:
currant, appreciation, desire, passion, poems, sensual,
Form:
Rhyme
A stack of fresh Canadian pancakes, a jar of their best
Maple syrup, a fresh coffe, one suger and good cream
But it must include...One trudeau; to go.' In that case i'll
I'll Spend some real time in this place, praying about
The currant dis-order scene?
Categories:
currant, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
Scrummy cakes
All different shapes
Which one shall I choose
A chocolate éclair
A currant bun
To see these delights is truly fun
I taste them ~ I smell them
I cannot ignore them
So please Mum
buy me one...
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Categories:
currant, celebration, chocolate, food,
Form:
Rhyme
spreading trunks
of wants
love is
born
black forest birthing
of light
ignition of
fire
your lips are pink
i feel
nocturnal rush
moist and warm
my voice
tender words
you
are dancing
currant of love
purple grapes
nice and firm
orbicularis oris
the path to glory
we dwell
stars are hiding
Categories:
currant, allusion,
Form:
I do not know?
Imagine
Yellow socks tambourines pretty girls and fax machines
Sunshine waves Heinz baked beans and black tinted windowed limousines
Garbage anarchy wasps that sting and red currant jam potting magazines
Madness purity wedding rings and watching Mary Berry’s tips on the finest
cuisines
Ice cubes tweed ping pong pings and the gold dust of a magic monkey blowing
over your sleeping dreams
Categories:
currant, art,
Form:
Free verse