Simmer Poems - Poems about Simmer

The sun will shine, The moon will rise. The nights will always glimmer. The birds will fly, The bugs will glide, The people will hide for winter. Everyday subsidies, Everyday I survived, I still don’t feel like a winner. All the plates will be shined, All the guests get invites, But I’ll still eat alone for...

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once again the warmth of sunshine showered my being awakening the inkwell of mind overflowing in musing contemplations of allegorical messages of a fertile womb of mind seeking to inoculate others against infectious lies of deceit sowing apathtic seeds towards empty scales of justice and plowing that pandemic-abracadabra oppressor syndrome that we must uproot in the awareness of ancient poetic-tragedies being a thing of the past and that we must be even stronger than...

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The spliff got the room spinning, Rewriting lines, Reusing rhymes, Connections are my artistic vision. Weed got my head splitting, Sicker than a dead mind, Thinking about how ima die, Fitting. Hitting joints then making bad decisions, Meant to set money aside, Meant to save up a decent line, But drugs are edging on bad...

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Through wanderings of dreams that simmer beneath closed eyelids, A man chose to remain silent, waiting in vain for vibrant moments. Wrapped in the warm cocoon of faded security, He saw life turning down a different street, laying out its crimson carpet of fear. Chained in the comfort of complacency, he watches time come and go, With a deafened heart,...

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we felt a tremor we always knew would simmer did become dimmer ...

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my brain simmers like scrambled eggs on a stovetop burner round like that clock hanging on the wall tick tock ticking away... observing eyes fixed watching with intent me a-waiting test results brain flopping ...

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Christmas Stories Started To Simmer Christmas stories we heard would simmer, When of hope we had wanted a glimmer, And each hour, Bloomed a flower; From God receive things we do remember. Jim Horn...

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or you like fish that can jump and hump a dish can you do that than your way its at do be fast don;t rum out of gas get lim and limmer and be the greatest SIMMER...

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There once was a sweet Shawnee squaw Who left home and Ma and her Paw They had given her life But he’d wanted a WIFE! So she left with that brave Checotah. The Checotah brave was a knave Made his fine Shawnee bride his slave she ditched his rawhide And left on his ride That’ll teach that guy to behave! Well, the horse was...

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The times I break are the times I lie Holding onto what I wished was us I promise I'll stay strong For the both of us you'll see There's more to me than the obvious Hardened and unforgiving to the naked eye I need someone to see through me I need someone to understand There's a dash of hope and a pinch of...

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think I was stuck in a pot of Mud, On the other hand, was it red clay? How I got there, I do not know I beg and beg for someone to Remove me from this hot Desolate place.. My brother just said cat, you Need a bit more sun Than you, be all right! I promise you will, Just simmer, bake a few more Minutes.. I asked...

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