Spoon Poems - Poems about Spoon

...wooden spoon worn smooth calloused hands’ enduring tool sleeps in a drawer......Read the rest...

.... 'tiz not mine dialect 'tiz the thick this coffee past mine lips it slid thick ......Read the rest...

...Take a battering ram to the other side The recoil will do me harm A knife and spoon will suffice Break the gates violently with arms It will seal itself again and entice It will swallow ......Read the rest...

...The image of you in bed holds me Your back turned to me curled Your being waiting to be spooned Like a warm scoop of ice cream Dripping with sentiment I rise I know today you will leave me Th......Read the rest...

...I've Lost All Sense I gave you everything I had All of me I held nothing back I believed You were a man of integrity But you were less than honest You broke every single promise You made me......Read the rest...

...I live my life sober and clean but once was called a bean I started with promise and hope then found myself drowning in dope I smoked a dart from a pack I found that led me to joint just t......Read the rest...

...If lesser chimps bow, trail alpha male’s tail, A filly fawns on husky horny stags, Show willing hinds to a dominant male, And paupers if please podgy money-bags, Man, an attired ape, bows to......Read the rest...

...I need to take the darkness away that is in my unhappy life. I need to scoop the poison out with a spoon and not a knife. I need to start again to put my sadness in the past But happiness is n......Read the rest...

...Daylight breaks through the gate and a bright light shine intensely on my face from a distance. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I fold one arm and held on tightly to the other arm. I knew it was......Read the rest...

...Thank you, Mother Moon For this gift, I get to swoon From the darkside of the moon While singing you a tune No matter what the phase I get to see it all And quite frankly, it's a ball I ha......Read the rest...

...Her apron, a contemporary artwork of burnt umbers and raw siennas - dripping like happy tears, this, her tailcoat tux - a conductor with a basting spoon... Culinary command of pot and ket......Read the rest...

... See how the sunlight comes across the table, touching my hand and the paisley coffee cup I emptied earlier, is refilled with a pouring of the same anointing light. I am enamored by ordi......Read the rest...

...If only Eve hadn’t met Adam And angry Hitler had met Freuid If Stanley never met Ollie And David Gilmore had never been in Pink Floyd Shakespeare had run out of ink and quill for a pen Mother Hu......Read the rest...

...Hell The place of safety was dirty and cold The building smelt musty, damp and old Place of safety in which I was to roam Was, in fact, a children's home They clothed and fed me as little......Read the rest...

...El Vals, she spoke my name to have us to come in for lunch. " than oh gracious might we dine together a celebration of man in the sight of God might we dine to strenghthen us to dance" ......Read the rest...