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

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.
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick


The Stove

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
Form: Rhyme

Gas Stove

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

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 Hates Me

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
Form: Rhyme


A Stove of Ash and Coal

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?
Form: Didactic

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