Stove Poems - Poems about Stove

WHEELCHAIR BOUND Dots appeared and disappeared a single sunray flashed onto wheelspokes, canvas seat comfortably frayed bought secondhand her unexercised legs flabby window bars rusted, panes cracked nobody cared there she sat thinking about cooking porridge with cinnamon tricky to wheel in two meter wide kitchen lighting gas stove sitting no easy feat this was charnel ground no cash...

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I hanker and pine for wood burning stove weather I haint no spring chicken, ("Buk buk buk buk ba-gawk!") but in Summer re: long in tooth sexagenarian nostalgic for the following imagery evoked yesterday with very little effort (aside from sweat of my brow – just existing) June twenty second hazy, hot, and humid at least here within the environs...

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I wrap my fingers around the pen which has lain dormant collecting dust for months on end feeling as if I'm lifting a fifty pound weight straining not just my joints but my brain, its neurons refusing to fire like the broken burner of a gas stove with a malfunctioning igniter fouling the air with noxious fumes as it fails to burst into blue...

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While in an antique shop, I came across a wood stove The cast iron, covered in rust, had seen better times I admired it as it stood within this vast treasure trove There's no doubt the antique worked well in its prime You rose early in the morning before the rooster crowed Gathering what you needed, like dried kindling or...

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While in an antique shop, I came across a wood stove The cast iron, covered in rust, had seen better times I admired it as it stood within this vast treasure trove There's no doubt the antique worked well in its prime You rose early in the morning before the rooster crowed Gathering what you needed, like dried kindling or...

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mother needed a new stove everyone had white stoves in the sixties it was the approved color appliance store up town received a sample stove it was painted a blazing bright red not what any self-respecting cook would want it cost way less than the other stoves my parents bought it mom redecorated her kitchen in red everyone who saw it wanted a red...

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*** Scat, Cat! *** No! Cat, don’t paw That yarn ball I use to crochet. Go! Scat, cat! You won’t like so much my scolding you more at all. Stop! Scat! Don’t sit on the stove To warm your legs or I’ll Find hairs in the eggs and scream in...

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Love is parading around on the stove tonight Cooking beanie weanies for the likes of me. The smell makes me smile. And he makes me giddy. For fifty-five years I have been in love with this fifteen-year-old boy. He is grinning like a sailor who just fell off the back of a whale. He is seeing my dancing legs on the...

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Although it matters not anywhere else my heart crushes for what it knows better to have... I am overreacting and incapable of concluding the ordeal inside myself... I know how vain and futile such an allowance of mind into obsession is... Indeed a desperate man void of inspiration leaches on any hope... This inspires the fire within... Long a go...

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My stove is being really mean I am really tryna clean Behind the knobs and in between Getting rid of the dirt I've seen But the knobs are stuck on tight I have tried with all my might To get them off but there they stay Because they are made that way I've tried knives toothpicks and tools Struggling just like a fool So...

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my broken stove by americus My girl, she's a broken stove, but she can give me children above My girl is too hot, she sits and simmers until she rots My girl she's too high, she sits there staring at me in the sky My girl is too fast, i touch her hair as she talks about the past ... My body...

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He's staring at me From the bricks of the wood stove With beady black eyes I read defiance I move and he scurries off I cannot catch him Brown little bugger Scratching around late at night Invading our home Keeping me awake How do I get my hands on you? Our cat's too lazy! Perhaps a nice trap? Tasty bit of poisoned cheese? A sharp carving knife? Our dull clumsy...

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Gas stove an assistant of fire to cook food Gas stove an assistant of gas to make it fire Gas stove an assistant of daily cooking life Gas stove assists human life without any demand Gas stove the chief executive in the kitchen factory to meet the demand of hungry 29.07.2020 Chattogram...

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Crack In The Stove Listen to the pine splits crack in the stove clouds down our roof like burnt pine, milk The smell of come in the shack A breeze on the wall from boiling tomatoes A baby snorts air while it sucks a tender breast it was time to put apricots out in the sun, cover them with cheesecloth Nothing but the whine of bad mud between the...

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