Short Livers Poems
Short Livers Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Livers by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Livers by length and keyword.
Chicken livered gravy
covering rice cake
steamed to puffy kernals
with a broccoli
bunch beside to add
a little green.
Enjoy!
A holiday tradition,
Christmas time with Dad.
A gourmet appetizer.
Chicken livers cooked,
with sherry, garlic.
Keep cold to-
spread
A small chicken more like a fryer
One with all its innards
When the pack was opened
Out came two necks, three livers, two gizzards
No hearts?
There has got to be a poem in here somewhere____
Zombies are not what you'd call givers
They'd rather sip blood by y'all's rivers
Butt crack stains on their legs
Ate backstrap, brains, and eggs
But, they preferred feasting on livers
BYOB: Bring Your Own Bruise or Bring Your Own Boos
Because I am
Seventeen
Female
Black
Hispanic
Misunderstood
Thump
I hear you
Shoving your fingers down throats,
Bruising unseen crevices,
Destroying livers
Thump
Hearts…
Broken
Veins…
Opened
Innocence…
Taken
World…
Shaken
Thump
You are the cries of the speechless,
The tune of morbidity,
The woes
And the
Foes.
Thump
dreamcatcher,
return my things to me;
i'm lost deep in thought,
distraught by this captivity
binding my eyes open.
dreamcatcher,
forgiver of life livers,
shield me completely
from the storm's tears;
salt on the open wound,
pouring through the cracks
of my fears.
dreamcatcher,
fate mismatcher,
loosen your hold
but don't let go.
an hour farther...
(and, two farts uneven)
hollowed be my gain...
my biking done...
in a...
sky of sun...
as unearthed...
(and it be more even)
live as this day be an...
hour of daily-bread...
for gifts and...
as our trash passes....
forgive trash others pass
(a gain for us)
we leave knots of temptation
but as livers can't even all
(ah man : )
stan
Livers
bleed
lungs
gasp for breath
vessels of poetry
read
pain disappears
tears recede
love floats above the sea
tides of sadness
recede
planted in marshlands
seeds
friendship bloomed
living for words
no longer matters
I embrace my brother
love his might
standing on cliffs ledge
gazing this new morn
softly I whisper
we are one
I need to quit drinking is what I say,
Then the next day,
I'm wasted away,
It's so hard for me to stop,
I don't blame it on my Pop,
But I'm not rock,
I have no will power,
It's time for me to come to that dark hour,
And realize that it's time for me to quit,
Because my livers taken to big of a hit,
Rock bottom's just around the corner,
And soon I'm going to be a big fat loner.
You flounce
as if you were an ostrich fan
all fluffed up on the page
waving at posterity.
I nibble at your chicken livers,
occasionally
swing from your bell-ringing images
that dare to delight me,
but you peck at words too much
and those long pauses
when you take a bow
are tedious.
Sorry to see that you are dead,
when you were alive
reviewing your work
was a lot easier,
now I have to praise you
just to show I care.
Rain falls
and we fall in love
rain brings calmness
And allows love to reign
Rain speaks
and we communicate
rain brings comfort
and sings us a lullaby while we sleep
Rain cleans the muddy heart
Sweet words create a fountain
A fountain of love that flow
Through the livers of affection
The air is so cool
The body needs to warm up
Make some baby Rain says
will cover up the sounds of the manufacturing industry.
No race,
Non-descript,
Inexplicable,
It deserves a Hit,
Let's twist it and
turn it like a rubiks
cube,
It will reveal itself
or become unglued,
The pressure to label
is more prevalent than
ever,
So they scan to be clever,
Zapping the mutts and unexplained
of this world with one pull of their
unilever,
Xraying until their livers quiver,
"What is that?" They say in unison,
Hmmmm.....Perhaps it tastes like
venison?
A British surgeon yearning for
Some immortality
Did laser his initials
On some livers, carefully.
His action was uncovered
When one liver didn’t heal;
With a second operation,
The initials did reveal.
I wonder at his motives
For if it were simply pride,
Why then etch his inspiration
In a place so deep inside?
In the end it doesn’t matter
For the courts will soon deliver
This strange surgeon and his hubris
To his new home up the river.
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2/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020