Soups Poems - Poems about Soups

Oh Poet..' Poet ever fine.! Your words true sustenance I Ever find.! Not always loved for the works You do' Yet here upon soup' dear Jesus, I'll attest its you.!...

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Lisa, Lisa, where are you dear poetess Lisa, Wish we could meet and chat over a pizza, Our star gazer, dreamy ‘skywatcher’ delight, To where have you flown in enchanting flight, I feel it in my bones that you will return soon, On the crest of a wave or with the new moon. ...

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It's true that pork 'n' beans have chunks that are winning And Indian spiced pumpkin sets your heart spinning Pho bo's delightful, cod soup's disarming jjamppong, French lentil --charming Japanese dashi, vichyssoise's sweet tater soup's smashing, pozole's a treat Bread and butter with escarole-and-white-bean bring wonderful company, time and again Delish Italian wedding soup in Orte try this and you're a jolly good sport But cream of...

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Bard of Soups Hearts Brings joy to our days in so many ways All types of poetry penned that amaze Reading is pleasure one has to agree Distinctly good are tales from history. One who is well read, knowing a lot too Fables that teach some what they never knew. Side splitting poems, laughing till we cry One’s never...

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~ See you soon, Soupers ~ For a couple of days I'm trading poetry soup in for a piping-hot liquid broth with matso balls and chicken 'Neath a bamboo-pole roof in a flimsy dwelling seven days I'll see stars twinkling at night be shielded from sun's rays With...

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Adding many components to a stew today? Flavours? Chopped out pieces? How many pieces? Go on how many? It is never the question of how many components that are within the granules that will decide on how the taste is. It is merely the swirling spoon. Round and round and round. Flow flow flow. But...

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My blood is on fire, cause it was snowing all day long. Snow makes me so spicy! ......

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FJ heyday...

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Soup is only for the poor But seriously I want more If only I could drink the broth I would kill an animal, maybe a moth I need a spoon to eat this junk I'm in a boat, a shark hit it, now i'm sunk I'm living on the side of the road But I've got soup, it's not too cold Even though...

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There is never anyone chatting In the soup chat room you see And when I stumble in I talk to me myself and me ******************************** Does it rhyme? NO Is it true? YES So why don't we chat in the rooms? Just wondering...

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You never see his name anymore, but believe me he's still here. He open's the soups' door, making it possible for me to write beyond this atmosphere. He makes it possible to enter these contests, for it takes away from his own time. All the postings often get him stressed, and yet he was the first to befriend...

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Writing is my challenge each day But it's not the words or what to say. It is the connection with other writers here Because I feel I'm not worthy or equal I fear. The talent expressed by so many...

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Poetry soups comes in many diverse flavors. Oh! how I savor. Some soups are: rich and thick in flavor.It warms your soul right down to the bones. Some soups are: light and sweet but no meat.Others are short and simple temple. A dash of this, and a dash of that. This soup will tickle your tummy; and the response will be "mummy". "I want...

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Sometimes I come and just sit and read, Some write stories we all should heed. My old buddy Jack Reed well he writes a lot, And I say if it makes him happy then why the heck not. Then there is Christy her words somehow reach out to me, ...

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