Short Grater Poems

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


Pieces

You were a grater
My heart was the cheese
Now you have me scattered
Wherever you please

Yet I still love you
With all the little pieces
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Loving Layers

Blanketed, 
Smooth paved layers,
Cheese,
Bakes melted goodness,
Layer after layer,
Sunday's,
Punctuated Italian Air,
Ripping crusty bread,
Parmesan shaved against the grater,
The tempo of a good day,
Laughs and wine, 
Family and friends,

My loving layers

Premium Member Hilltops In the Haze

Coming back home.
On your own.
Morning mist.
In the rain.
Nothing is the same.
Get going, man,
Back home again.
Another time, a different person.
Cable cars move me down the road.
Kites torn and wet on the ground.
Hilltops in the haze.
Onerous and erroneous,
My acrostic a broken cheese grater.
Everything's greater at home.
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Administration '25

They're knocking at me door
In the middle of the night
They're knocking at me door
Giving me an awful fright.

They taking me
To a camp where
Ashes fall like black snow.

I'll not be overjoyed
By goose-stepping boys 
With boots to their knees, oh hey,
And brown shirts and billy clubs
Cheese grater belly rubs
Coming to take me away.

Denounce Hate

Confiscate the blood shade
What map in world is your interest
How its divided borders of hate to bring a meal its own people
Spring Rise or Nuke evils or grater dear friend state 
Are they our priority to put the hot meal in family table
In middle all paying high price and no clue at all
Denounce hate born to dead we're all peaceful
Once please more focus the people its own land.


Valletta

Valletta city:
Palazzi like clothes-lines of unwashed underware,
And stale, crumbling  cake-carnival,
A giant cheese-grater,
Across a block of holed cheese.
City-fortress without a gate,
undressed and shamed,
A gaping hole between two thighs.
Hoarse Parliament, two sizes small.
Theater-pjazza under sun and sweat,
Rain and wet, and noise annoyed,
At least cumfy plastic seats.
Piano playing his violin.
In Karnival town.

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