Syrupy Poems - Poems about Syrupy

... The dank cold chill stills the dawn to forlorn quietude, as the day hopes in vain for summer rays to lift eyelids awake to a warm break of day. Shorebirds huddle out of the shadows ......

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...They start thick— not the polite kind you stir into tea not the mild drizzle on breakfast toast but the kind that runs hot slow dangerous coating your tongue before you grasp the pric......

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...Perhaps, we will go out. Grandma will get A break from making breakfast? Not! But the kid likes Grandma’s hot Cakes, And I love this Kid, in a syrupy kind of way. Egads, I better get cooking, b......

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... On the bay the wind is scurrying along its flock of waves, with white crests honey combed, to flip over their edges, on blue foreheads. The bow of the yacht slices through the waves drive......

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... Is pizza a breakfast food? Damn right it is! It'll soon be on IHOP's menu They'll have an item called “Pizza Benedict” Topped with a sweet syrupy goo! If you haven't tried it, don't......

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...Every year for Passover, There’s Manischewitz wine. It’s Concord Grape and super sweet; For holiday, it’s fine. Some people will not drink it, Since it’s syrupy and thick, But for Seders eve......

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...As hapless vapors of decay, surround us, suffocating the fecund earth. A blanket of suffocating grey, born from the diseased aspirations of humanity. We, the self-appointed masters of a planet in sha......

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...Letters congeal, to words. Words anneal to sentences, which tell a story, painted as images, imagined in the mind's eye, trying to emulate what the eye sees briefly, on the see-saw. A glint......

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...Stepping into one hundred degrees of morning haze Wanting the sun to burn it all down in a fiery raze 'Til all the corn stalks are set to a glowing blaze Then, rains can come across the plains; tu......

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...In the tenebrous, xenial realm of the lake, where human cadavers oscillate, suspended by verdigris chains, a lamia of unholy provenance, orchestrates a gambits cavalcade. Each mortal she ensnares,......

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...The delicious aroma circulated As the heat from the oven radiated The stove top warmed As white chocolate chips melted downward Into a candied thick syrupy puree. Thoughts flashed across my ......

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...Winter’s cold chill cuts through my chin. Within its bleak and brazen embrace, My brisk days are turned brief and barren. They are lengthened into sordid sepulchral insomniac nights. I slither an......

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... Written: May 15, 2024 For Jay Narain Contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Summer's sunshine tingles the lavender bloom. It bestows an idyllic and aureate mood......

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...Back home, I ponder long on life. Death is so final, no return. I sit alone on my sheltered cosy porch, And think of spring forget-me-nots, Of roses dark as festive damask, And swaying poppies......

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... more … more than I’ll ever know … that’s how much you love me (just spoken) but what the hell does that mean? how do you know that I’ll never know how much you love me?? I mean, thanks … ......

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