Short Spoons Poems
Short Spoons Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Spoons by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Spoons by length and keyword.
He has a forked tongue
He shoots words like a gun
I only wished to cuddle and spoon
Found Prince Charming really a goon
truth
holding your hand
nothing concerning english (too many angles)
telling noonday from midnight
cornflakes dinners with round spoons
Uri had a little spoon
He stroked it with intent
And everywhere that Uri went
The spoons were proper bent
© Gail Foster 23rd March 2019
They came one by one.
Together they were marching to the tune.
Their party hats and spoons.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2026
In the Middle Ages, people ate
food with wooden spoons of weird shape;
it may seem archaic
in ages less artistic...
an idea we still imitate.
grey skies drop gruel
shoppers shelter in the shires
drinking weather, spoons
whatever, raining, trowbridge
pea soup puddled county town
by gail
Black sky. Brown trees. Orange leaves.
Red blood. Blue sea. Green sleeves.
Yellow sun. Grey roads. White moon.
Golden sand. Purple rain. Silver spoons.
the beggars
collect and eat
sans dishes, no forks and spoons
What the affluent reject
and do not consume
It's a Jan A Thon
Dancing in our Soup
Dripping out of spoons
Burning up the group
Raking in the Wins
Shaking in our Skins
Must be the Queendom
Of United Kingdom!
Candle-lit cravings ooze,
caramelized almonds,
creamy layers of love~
carving midnight spoons in
crisp cadence, coated with
cocoa milk; velvety
clusters of sweet essence.
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Snowman spoons we tenderly made,
Some looked sickle and some looked spade;
Snowmen on cocoa hot,
Lay forethought spot forgot;
On each, our kitten made a raid…!
29 November 2022
How much is a batch, it really depends on
Who's measuring it, if it's my dear son
Four spoons of sugar will do
A spoonful is about two
Love how he cooks, it aids my digestion
By Angeline Vine
He went through the morning
ritual
Scooping spoons of coffee
One . .
Two . . .
Three . .
Four . .
and one to grow on!
Suddenly, his keister felt
a slap
Silver Spoons
Cabin in the Woods
Feeding impoverished bears porridge
Golden Plates
Dirty hairy faces
After dinner Mama Bear washing dishes
1/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Lemon with smell of cheese and a sausage scented cake,
And the cheese which tastes like a three day old steak.
For such an exotics taste take my advice.
Just stop to wash a forks and spoons and knives!
Two spoons
You can keep one
I do not intend to share
I have not had a hot fudge sundae in forever
My tongue salivates like a starving dog when she is ready
Perfect with whipped cream and cherry
Tasty
two grasp
white morning smoke —
two who spoon bumps away
from heat shadowing outside the cup,
bench space
two spoons,
sugar eyes,
coffee mug tilt —
lips touched by the moment,
chairs screech
COFFEE FOR TWO
Dark, hot liquid
Surrounded by steam
Spoons, repetitive spirals
Lumps of sugar and cream
Cozy, warm pj’s
Another day anew
Simple moments cherished
Sharing coffee with you
01-06-15
Moon Spoon
The crescent moon spoons the starlit sky.
Waiting to become nights’ brightest light.
Watching lovers greet their waxing love.
Copyright 12/19/2016
Written for P.S. Member Contest: Moon Spoon
My oatmeal is not like yours
Unless you stir in a tablespoon of peanut butter
Add a little chocolate syrup
And three giant spoons full of brown sugar.
Then it is exactly like yours
Except I sneak in more sugar.
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Can you believe it?
Twenty-one years did swirl by~
steam of stanzas rising high,
bowl warmed by old rhymes,
new voices dip spoons hungrily~
soup still simmering, still sweet.
Our bodies make an S at night. Close and tight. My back to your front.
But, by day, no S. Only a peck or a pat.
We intersect, but do not connect.
And night after night, no passion in sight. Before, or after, the S.
Milton’s Dork had a brother in Troon
Who had hoped he’d be cuddling soon
With a cute dominatrix
Who hailed from The Matrix
Until she said, “There is no spoon!”
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(Inspired by ‘The Town Dork’ by L Milton Hankins)
cloudy consciousnesses
guarding a deep blue sky
a shadow or a streak
cloudy consciousnesses
where dark spoons up the rain
the whiteout spill of wings
cloudy consciousnesses
to a bed each alone
halo above, us fleece