Spooned Poems - Poems about Spooned

...Your back, a velvet crescent, draws my chest like gravity. I map the slope of you slowly, each breath a question my hands almost ask. Flesh hums between folds of cotton, heat slipping into hea......

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...[Intro] I take not one, but two— Cassidy pens all I see. His quill carves stars into drifting steam, Spilling my thoughts like melted tea. He’s writing now, as the train rolls in— Steam like ......

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...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......

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...underneath his trenchcoat he was in possession of a bent quill he used it to tickle words out of his avaries of birds moon-eyed and sucker-punched they adored the dripping honey he......

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...Alone and hungry left leg aches like a broken peg in the mugginess of its left slipper. Not a good day for fixing anything but the sealed and over salted, the quickly warmed and spooned that ......

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...I am much aware of the previous records you read Both bearing my mark and my seal Carried no good, stocked with vile and deceit But I urge you brothers and sisters To think harder, coz I’ve been ......

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...They started out as a tiny spark A stream of a flame And then POW! Natural combustion They could not keep their eyes off each other And then they could not keep their hands to themselves Thei......

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...AFRICA REBIRTH The black daughter of the ancient gods Once prophesied the saviour of the world She never lived her dream Nor strive to strike her goals Went to sleep after the priest gav......

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...Come sit and I will serenade A sad, colossal flub, A tale about a marinade. (Well, truthfully a rub) It is a long and sordid tale; Not sure where to begin. My sensibilities assailed, Yet I m......

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...when the slope of our lives tilted downwards in agony suspended in hopeless dreams and fortunate resilience we eloped together scraped traces of a future from the debris of sorrow......

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...Nurtured you in the past, Always made me jump in joy, Always drew me a big smile, In the dawn of a hopeful sign, But then, As I began to count my chicks, You began to nod down south, Guarded......

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...Secrets spooned over ! the dipping of toast into the steamed cup captured espresso. Un-asked answerless questions. They return spinning in an orbit of not knowing. Chairs scattered; cold empt......

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...Pinned. Your thoughts, are censored, pinned in through your eyes. Scrabbled words which fall down your bitter throat not out into the freedom, outside your being, they poison you guts. Bec......

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...-that spider wouldn't hurt a fly -ever thought a shadows touch has never felt -The Spoon spooned with the dishiest dish of the suds bay -i'm sorry and meant it -im a side effect of sorrow -how l......

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... "The Vanilla Ice Cream Knights and The Raspberry Queen" "You’ve been spooning too much Vanilla Icecream”, she advised the buffoon all the f......

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