Short Flavoring Poems
Short Flavoring Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Flavoring by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Flavoring by length and keyword.
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"my (main-you!) plea-is tea...tasting...
'of-odd-cause' heavy flavoring...cofcof..."
stan sand
I knew it from our very first kiss.
It was one worth savoring,
with true love unwavering,
and was certainly flavoring
such an euphoric taste of bliss.
Eggs, brown sugar and some flour
Milk, fresh cocoa, too
Butterscotch flavoring and
Semi-sweet chips then
Mix and microwave;
Chocolate
Yum!
Melted chocolate covered
Red plump strawberries
Sweets delightfully taste buds
Flavoring each bite
With a glass of wine
In the night
Time
!
Nayda Ivette
1-3-2016
All natural flavorings good
Especially added to teas, food
Beaver's castor gland
Is source of such a flavoring
Used in candy unwavering
Now starved after
Sponsor:Black Eyed Susan
Contest: Tail Rhyme Time
Her first mistake
while baking cakes
was flavoring one with rum
Her headache pounds
and she found
some crumbs
around her chin
The cake is done
but she wonders now
why all the rum is gone
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3/9/16
sweet compassion
surrounds
my
heart of uncertainty
patiently flavoring
my
vision of life
sorting
fiction from truth
trusting
everyday Angels
leading
me forward
across
parched deserts
of
discovery
believing
believing
It's the bee,
not the sugar
who discern the complete
dimension of sweetness...
It's the sea, not the salt who
is proficient in flavoring life...
It's love, not hate,
only love is qualified
to drive eternal
and divine life...!
Lest sink in
Darkness!
Grind my smiles
Which, remained
Hidden in your letters and
Trapping in poems
Make it a soup
Flavoring in clamminess dawn,
Roses shame, and
April breeze, that restless
In spikes
Lest sink in,
Darkness!
Present it to you
Moons, light up your night's lip
And become lighted
Flowers flourish flavoring the field,
wild waifs that wave and whirl and whip
beneath the wind's wanton waltzing ways.
Bucolic bees buzz blooms and sip
sweet sage, sacramental savorings.
A halcyon habitat, a happy home,
for blessing birds and bees and blossoms,
majestic, magical May meadowland, my own.
Copyright, July 6, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
In Michigan, we have cherries.
Flavoring our whole state.
Tart juice that drips into everything.
So we add sugar.
Cherry trees nod as we drive by.
To the cherry festival.
I bring a tote bag to catch the cherry candy.
I try to pretend they are healthy.
Sure, they may have been made in a factory…
But the label says “Made in Michigan.”
Which takes my guilt away.
I am sitting in a hotel lobby in a small town south of Des Moines
That means Iowa for those of you who did not know
I am drinking coffee with French Vanilla flavoring and sweetener
Waiting for my twin sister, listening to loud country western music
I would not mind the music if it was on a proper volume
It is weirdly loud and proud for six a.m.
as if it thinks it is better than rock and roll or bluegrass
my nerves are screaming
Many Women passed before thy face,
but they haven't read it.
countless women, passed through,
they never left on your chest shades but the Ah
Nor with flavoring love,flavored joyful lips.
Many women Passed vainglorious on your wounds,
Walked without paying attention,
planting your evening with fires and absent.
... My fate, I passed and read,and
Ah I wished, I wished I didn't.
Neither I put down what they burned,
Nor as what they did, I did.