Short Pestle Poems

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


Willy

There was a young man from Piccadilly
who was known as thoughtful Willy
Never did he do things willy nilly
He’d grind his corn
With a pestle well worn
And give it to his handsome filly.
Form: Limerick


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In a bygone age
Symbols then,were all the rage

Hanging outside,to catch the eye
A very visual...come & buy

Pestle & mortar,poles red&white
Or just three brass balls there might be

In days long past,
Few could read...but all could see.
Form: Couplet

Appreciating Art

In marble mortar his pestle struck
fragmented vermilion flakes,
ground fine into powder base
"The Girl with a wine glass"
Artist's current work
Sunburst highlights
Satin sheen
Captures
Time









Favourite Artist -
Johannes Vermeer
Form: Nonet

Environmental Concerns

Ponder the old pestles and mortars
used at times in apothecaries,
older drug emporium quarters.

Some of the porous surface was shared
by grinding both mortar and pestle
ending up in medicines prepared.

Do today's microplastics alarm you?
Minute particles endanger us all;
microwavable repercussions? Whew!
Form: Tristich

0kro Soup

Mortal and pestle contesting
Dogs wagging
Girls chi chatting
The moon moaning
The night i is as cold as hell
Sweat eavesdropping from Mother's nerves
We the parasite take our queue
The black pot roars
The aroma whispers
As the pot alighted from the furnace
A mountain stood on my nose
The struggle began 
Mouths sweating
Okra swelling.
Form:


Ripsnorter to slaughter

The Ashes clashes are a proper Proustian transporter

Wrestle in the showstopper Aussies pestle & mortar

Faustian deal came a cropper couldn't be fraughter

Our fielders run ragged like some poor market porter

From table topper ripsnorter glory to gory slaughter

Wizard of Oz magic seen in this Baggie Green backwater

For us tragic end as mean as Lean's epic Ryan's Daughter
Form: Monorhyme

The Gods Are Not Blind

You dig a tunnel and blind it with velvelt
You throw a rose on the velvelt and welcome me to the throne
What do you call my crime?

You water down my wine and whittle down the sparkle
You savour my stew and make  holes in the cooking pot 
What do you say I did?

You sling stones and go under the mortar
The gods are not blind  oh you smart snake
Sooner than you think the pestle will find the mortar.
Form: Triolet

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The air stirred
Just enough to hold my attention
An eerie warning
A subtle summons 
No hint of witch or wizard
The subtlety of a sensuous
Mortar and pestle
Drifting through the room
Crushing my resistance
Seeking the presence
Of unknown feelings
The air swirled
Easing my resistance
Succumbing to her wiles
Captured within her aura
I rose to greet her
Somehow
I had become
Addicted to your alchemy

Chained

I succumb
These bonds... they've broken me
trapped in this endless loop where i can find no peace
this life 
It pummels me
The pestle and mortar are much too heavy 
For my limp shoulders
These people 
They're frightening
The demand from me constantly
To be much more than i am
I wish to be set free
This baggage it pulls on me
It drags me to the deep
I insist mutiny
But im no more than one man
I traipse to the edge
Please... Grab my hand
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