Tart Poems - Poems about Tart

grandma’s favorite recipe warm tart cherry pie dessert straight from the oven ice cream if you please A slice of cheese too Marvelous Dish...

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You broken my heart Before we could even start. You seen my feelings As objects, pieces of art. Your choice of words are so tart....

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A basket full of apples, an assortment of flavor. Wide plethora to pick from, maybe that is the problem. This is far too much to ask, a basket full of apples. By nature not gluttonous, decisions hard decisions. Tart, candied, a bit of both. Which bite will truly fill me? A basket full of apples, I only want to eat one. Scent rolling off...

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It’s just an illusion that softly stirs sadness within my broken heart’s confusion. I have been tricked. I'm seduced by the Queen of Tarts - and pricked. Voodoo casts magic darts - you. It’s just an illusion, I'm seduced by the Queen of Tarts - you....

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I don't see the funny part Of calling a woman Tart: What you now plan to restart And just burn a happy heart Words of mischief stacked in cart Had never won Purple Heart The loosed tongue may around dart But don't fail to smell like fart I foresee some tomorrow Face of repentance borrow; The hacked...

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the orb hung in the haze like a lemon-drop tart tickling my tongue...

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A little of 3 ( sweet, tart, and insanely brilliant) the fruitcakes of our world know much, yet we deem them crazy The fine line between sanity and insanity has been crossed we now no longer know who is a doctor, who is a quack I watched her bury stones inside the earth all over...

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She declined to eat a pop tart Because all that fruit makes her fart Yet tends to favour Raspberry flavour For rhapsodies straight from the heart...

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There was but one dark chocolate tart left in the silver tray It’s cherry, pinched by passersby ...

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Lemon meringue pie makes me salivate from here to Alaska I love her color, her texture, her sweet, her sugar, her sour. Her flaky crust, her tart lemon, her well -formed meringue My mouth is dripping saliva as loudly as a dog’s when I think of her. Ever so tasty!...

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Muareen Macgreavy and Harry Horsman Speak Truth to power In my darkest moments on Poetry Soup These were hero and SHE-ro who did not imply Dr. Anil Deo is insane for writing about George Floyd They did not maintain a thundering quiet Cowardly quiet, when we will write about terrorists when "White governments" call any of us terrorists Not quite right, "White...

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pigeon tart pecked at a red M&M her head feathers became a fiery blend the poets were shocked and confused while scratching the head of their muse what happens if she pecks a green M&M...

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Tarts Chorus You are not the tart, but I am For am sweet and exciting I am indeed the tart, for am exciting and sweeteee Sweetness of bitter-leaf is the antithesis of nature, Lacks the wherewithal to counsel bee-stung hunter Of the sweetness filled in the honeycomb chambers, Chorus You are not the tart, but I am For am sweet...

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Polly your a tart and I knew it from the start the quake in your bake is a major mistake No offence can be your defense or shake and remake that you're FAKE So I know you'll understand if I just vote for the MAN... although now that I say it ...not so sure I can play it cause his...

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