Short Thyme Poems
Short Thyme Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Thyme by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Thyme by length and keyword.
Garden
Rosemary, thyme
He said that I smelled like
Rosemary, how would he know that?
Cheater
Old spot sausage,slow braised
Casseroled pigeon
with thyme & parsley spices
A lentil potage
Elderflower ice
Ginger beer
Nice!
.
Rosemary didn't want to be next to Thyme
For she couldn't stand his awful scent.
The Romans preferred a good soak
But ladies choose pools with a bloke
For even a fool
Knows water gets cool
Unless there is a bloke to stoke
Tasty dish Okra and rice
with some salted fish,
Steamed down with coconut milk
onions, chives, and thyme,
it's a sight to see
but the taste!
Yum!
Corn coated wagon wheels green;
Singing in oil bath.
Marjoram, thyme, basil and
Oregano dust
Flavor explosion;
Miracle
Bites!
A lady so much older than I
Deftly signalled a path from her thigh
Like a wrinkle in thyme
Something started to climb
Hmmph! I forgot to zip up my fly!
Stew that chicken keep broth hot
Add some chopped onions
Pepper, garlic, thyme and salt
Dumplings taste so fine
The dish is ready
Won’t you come --
Dine!
Pears wrapped in soft bread slices
Thyme flavoured chicken
Chopped sugary warm pine nuts
Apples in a rich sauce
Berries in chocolate
Sweet smell wafts
Wow!
Pork, cornmeal, chicken broth, thyme
Salt, pepper, flour
Bake, freeze, cool, slice to slow cook
Flour, season, fry
Toast, tea, and fried eggs
marmalade
Ah!
Talk to me
of vineyards
pungent with
basil and thyme,
of fireflies,
shooting stars,
and long hot
summer nights.
For winter
has gone on
much too long.
Peeled eggplant coins dipped in egg
Batter, well seasoned;
Thyme, basil, salt and a dash
Of oregano;
Sesame oil, fried,
On rice bed,
Wow!
the scent of wild thyme
wafts temptingly through the air
I follow the bees
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Meat placed on a barbecue
Fluid oozing out
Covered with pepper powder
With oil and thyme sauce
Spiced with curry leaves
It`s pretty
Nice!
Eggs over easy with cheese
Seasoned with garlic,
Salt, basil, parsley and thyme
Liquid yolks for dipp’in
Toast in’s really fine
Eggs fit for
Kings!
A poet once tried to rhyme “turmeric”:
he ate ten big jars, and then murmured “Ick!”
His taste buds murdered,
poor dear old Bernard
bolted up three flights of stairs to be sick.
i am the him
in whimsy
i am the hymn
in stretching thyme
i am the time
in sometime
i am the sum
in assume
daring to add
the u and me
to equal
astronomically
not even
the odd
we
Form:
Does it really have to rhyme?
I'm not entirely sure
It simply takes me so much Thyme
Like it's a herbal cure
Perhaps it is to make you laugh
Is merely what is kneeded
Like dough and other moulding stuff
No creativity impeded
Raccoons are in the ceiling having a whale of a time
They raided the kitchen and stole molasses and thyme
We cannot get up there, it is an enormous climb
If they were glitzy-loving crows, we could coax them down with a dime.
Feeling sublime looking for a perfect rhyme
rejecting halftime, bedtime, downtime
considering the pleasant tinkle of a chime
making faces at the sound of slime and grime
settling for a garden of lime and thyme.
August 20, 2017
Eyeball soup. Wonderfully tasting.
Deliciously made, sweet and pasty.
Cinnamon-seasoned, also some thyme.
Vegetable laden, scrumptious and fine.
Fisheyes are best, but goats are good too.
Nothing sooths me like warm eyeball soup.
as I walk
through the
desert of time
my thirst
is immersed
in intolerable
pain dare I
withstand
a reach
for tomorrow
and whose
in command
a life in time
and dare I
say grand
it beats its
reception
and falls
to what's
planned
Never sacrifice meaning for a rhyme.
Hmm, I think that chicken could use some thyme.
Check the connotation, not just the sound.
A carefully chosen word is a hound.
Ev'ry stick you throw will come back to you
My next trip is the Andes of Peru.
Virgin Oil encased
Oregano, Basil & Thyme
Fragrance ascend
Blond strands flyway
Garlic Shards dancing
Swim in the wind
Pulsing Beef Stake
Red River Flowing
Seeds flooding
Tightly-wadded
Expertly wound
Wasp-hive
Atop her head
Angel hair pasta
In twilight between two Suns
You've decided to drink the fortified wine
To close your eyes
to think of better days
with Thyme in Caskets
and all in sundry
marvelling at saviours
that are nameless
in the forests of Broceliande
singing to sunlit air