Spoons Poems - Poems about Spoons

...I like leftovers, especially when it comes to soup. Brought back by popular demand. They say that soup is better after it sits for a few days. Stewing in its juices, mixing time with truths. ......Read the rest...

...long dark night you never say return to me this orange bedroom its open fire crackling through acetylcholine tongues like fingers bodies arched two spoons smeared in oils ......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...

... There was Red Dawn and Crocodile Dundee. Full House and The Lottery. Road Runner and G.I. Joe. The Lost Boys and Cameo. The TMNT and Silver Hawk. Duck Tales a......Read the rest...

...Arm-in-arm unspoken is the message received; neither of us is looking to disperse; Standing parallel, hands held laced, with a kiss to yours averse I'll look for days at a loss for simple w......Read the rest...

... I can see it in your.eyes As they rest in silver spoons I can see it in your smile As the lamp where your face skin lies tautly stretched filters through the lips Are you somewhere feeling lo......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...

...IF I COULD CHANGE ONE THING If I could change just one thing, I wouldn’t aim too high. I doubt if I could save the world, However hard I try. I wouldn’t tackle climate chang......Read the rest...

... Written: February 28, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mayhem prevails as calm dries and stirs rise. A ruckus erupts as words and deeds blend. Oh, the wrath, rela......Read the rest...

...A photograph of us tucked into an old paperback. We took the book to Rome long ago. I left it on a bus. Most likely it has been destroyed, by riffling thumbprints. Paper rots, the bus ......Read the rest...

...The Stately Iris Flower Bearded irises are tall and stately in form They grow from rhizome sculptured leaves through a storm Standing stiffly upright or curving at the tips A swollen stem where......Read the rest...

...Barbie and Ken, Barbie and Ken, They’ve been an item since Christ-knows-when. He’s not Kenneth Connor, he’s not Kenneth Clarke Just Ken in the daylight and Ken after dark. Ken’s a rôle-mode......Read the rest...

...Remember playtime moments shared. When as two children, nicely paired, with clinking spoons or tiny cups pretended coffee like grown-ups. And, then you said, I am old enough. I need the caffei......Read the rest...

...In glamor-light of sunset a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive and revive a sepia sky-scene— unworldly woolgatherers gather spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns of debutantes dancing with ......Read the rest...

...I’ve brewed so many potions still you are I’ve made elixirs from hydrogen to quiet you Nothing I do is a cure for my lonesome electron We all have a voice spinning around in our heads Are yours ......Read the rest...