Soup Up Poems - Poems about Soup Up

P olish up your best spoons everyone! O ne taste and you'll ask for seconds E xceptional quality in the finest dishes T ry at least one item from the menu R udeness is not tolerated Y our empty bowl awaits to be filled... S pecial soup for you, bon appetit! O rganized restaurant, well-written recipes U nited are we by one common...

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Even it is turned on, my Soup mailbox is often very empty...

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*RECIPE FOR POETRY SOUP Would like to come face to face with Gordon Ramsey. Being on his reality cooking show quite suits my fancy. Would like to create poetry soup worthy of his exaltation, One that would make my...

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I never liked tomato soup - that thick slurry of red in a white bowl - childhood winters, Friday nights with a menacing dark pressing against the window as if trying to get in. Tomato soup looked too much like blood poured out of that suffering pictured in the vivid imagery hung along the stations of a child's mind no matter if blest by grace. When...

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As we sit and type and stare at our screens. At times we wonder what all of this means? With our mouse we roam through poems like a maze. Looking for something worthy of our praise. We write of our hopes and tell of our woes, Most of the time, not knowing where it goes. We wait for the views and...

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Every now and then a hateful chef poisons the broth with spiteful condemnation cursing poets trough~ poet ...

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I've been contemplating the tastelessness of the soup being served on site. The difference between what's sweet and sour is noticeable in every bite. It's not just the infusion of artificial intelligence that leaves the soup bitter, but poetry that's been stolen from others that stinks worse than kitty litter. Months ago it was perceived by many PS poets,...

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Dear Poetry Soup, I have known and enjoyed you since 2021 I decided this would be a lifetime connection As you were personable, special and so much fun When l first met you were friendly and comforting You felt like home But sadly you have changed of late You are distant and our relationship is now unknown Poets have become discontent and restless...

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Your cheating ways, you've sunk so low, to win contests - that isn't right. You've used AI, few sponsors know Your cheating ways MY ideas form, it’s time to write, (Unlike AI, my brain is slow) When poem’s done, I feel delight! But AI wins, it's quite a blow It's unfair and I feel uptight We're NOT blind sheep, I want to show Your cheating...

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It's been 9 days since I've posted in PS because of being needed by my sister. She's progressing, but very slowly. Thank you to those who've expressed your concern and offered prayers for her recovery. My granddaughter is over her crisis. I've had little time or desire to peek into PS, but from what I've...

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Are they really true? At times, I ask myself that? Are they who they pretend to be? Or wearing a sequined mask and hat? But, I do know the ones who are there for me! It’s like sitting with a friend… Beneath a cool, willow tree. There is a love there, that never expires. Their heart smiles gladly with you, Way far beyond...

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I have so many best friends on PoetrySoup It has been the go-to-place for me to meet people. People from Australia, Africa, New York City, and Texas. I have no idea where some of my best Soup friends live. In the middle of the night, I will get messages from my besties. Many of them have sent me points...

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On the Soup we have broth and bisque and the odd chowderhead with a whisk ...

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Alphabet Soup Stigma A multitude of letters bob and undulate as I stir the soup. I gaze confused when I notice the letters haphazardly merge together…Magnetized letters repel and pull together. Slowly familiar acronyms form. PTSD, GAD, BPAD, MDD, and more. I recognized DSM (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders) acronyms. My feelings are mixed....

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Alphabet Soup Everywhere I look, I see acronyms… A language all of its own for each category. A shorthand of sorts. Outsiders confused and aggravated. They requested clarification. Only to be answered with jargon shorthand. Sherry Emma-Pederson Barton April 13, 2024 ...

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