Short Stove Poems
Short Stove Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Stove by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Stove by length and keyword.
All Stove Up
What a wonderful wife God made for me,
But what I so surely have starting to see,
Sure fit to kill;
Stove up still;
She needs your great help with her knee.
Jim Horn
And I ain't lying either and am a believer.
I look to the good for you
I cook the food for you
I’m made of brass
I run on gas
For your aims
I have the flames
For making the tea
You rely on me
Breakfast gets ready for you
I’m so steady for you
I make the lunch for you
I also make the brunch for you
You always have a nice dinner
Well prepared by my hot burner
Gas stove
an assistant of fire
to cook food
Gas stove
an assistant of gas
to make it fire
Gas stove
an assistant of
daily cooking life
Gas stove assists
human life without
any demand
Gas stove
the chief executive
in the kitchen factory
to meet the demand of hungry
29.07.2020 Chattogram
I touched the stove
And I burnt my hand
On a dream that was lost
On an ancient plan
When the fireless soul
And the street did mix
On a broken life
My heart did fix
And when numbers crossed
And trees did blow
How my heartache soared
And my mind did know
Over breathless nights
And a faraway glance
I would give it up
Just for one more chance
Form:
My stove is being really mean
I am really tryna clean
Behind the knobs and in between
Getting rid of the dirt I've seen
But the knobs are stuck on tight
I have tried with all my might
To get them off but there they stay
Because they are made that way
I've tried knives toothpicks and tools
Struggling just like a fool
So my stove doesn't look sick
Please someone tell me the trick
Although it matters not anywhere else my heart crushes for what it knows better to have...
I am overreacting and incapable of concluding the ordeal inside myself...
I know how vain and futile such an allowance of mind into obsession is...
Indeed a desperate man void of inspiration leaches on any hope...
This inspires the fire within...
Long a go the fire warmed my soul now so cold...
A stove of ash and coal...
How long shall I dwell within this fantasy so real?