Toast Poems - Poems about Toast

(yes, I'm serious) Three minutes. That’s how long it took to name a swarming mess: A self-appointed poet with rogue chemicals sizzling in her nerves. The diagnosis long and fancy— bitter but addictive on my tongue, like the gin I’ve grown fluent in. (Is that why his voice was slurred?) ...

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Would You Like Some Toast? I’m just a guy named Nacho Libra. I work at an orphanage. They gave me cooking duties. And dead guy duty. Would you like some chips on your salad? Where are the spices? Would you like some toast? With these eagle eggs, all have the best wrestling moves. Sometimes I...

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Callimachus English translations For Gail White To the Cup-Bearer by Callimachus translation by Michael R. Burch Decant the wine then toast "To Diokles!" Nor does the beautiful boy Achelous touch his hallowed ladlefuls. So beautiful the boy, Achelous, passing beautiful, and if any disagree, let me alone comprehend real beauty. Pitiless ship, having borne away my life’s sole light, I beseech you...

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The art of preparing a roast Is different from that of a toast. Don’t cook it too dry, Nor crusty like pie, More moist will most boast of the host. ...

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this is the year i make my dreams become reality i want to make my health priority though the reasons may sound cliché indeed, we're not getting any younger who knows what's in store tomorrow we can't take our health for granted yes, we're as youthful as we feel let's muster what energy we've got get out there and enjoy life to its...

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Where’s twenty-twenty four Standing by the door Ready to leave Would you believe? Another annual cycle is done Completing three hundred sixty-five day run Fifty-two-week span Now inserted into the time capsule can Events remembered January to December Moments treasured Memories pressured Take the good with the bad Happy and sad There were tears Cheers Nothing...

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What a peculiar smell The kitchen is burnt with the taste of raw chicken and rotten tomatoes Too many dead flies lay upon the window sill Waiting to be swept away with the closing of a curtain And in the middle of the garden Cucumbers grow from tops the soil under the tree Inhibited by the broken house Shelter to only faeries...

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Bring the wine, come let’s dine and have our fill Of life’s best, be my guest, the world forget; Let’s have fun, work is done, I’ll foot the bill. What, your wife? Have a life, man, make her vexed Just this time; ‘tis no crime to let her fret For a while, make her rile--even perplexed. Stay with me, your mind...

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bread yeasty delicious mixing rising baking soft loaf hard sliced toasting browning buttering tasty warm toast...

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I love toast….the smell, the taste The condiments that give toast wings Most importantly though I love the comfort toast brings Even better when toast is accompanied By oldest friend and best buddy Nothing more comforting or heartwarming Than toast and tea!! ...

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A cute single teen Enjoys her toast and beans A young man opens the door Thier eyes meet over the floor With cupids arrow in between Like a movie love scene They share a table to feast Vowing every time they meet To sit at the same place Over the table, face to face But a fire the following week Closed the cafe...

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Cheers originated in the U.K., a long time ago, and is used as a toast as most people know.. It later evolved into cheerio, a form of farewell said to folks as they go.. Wanting to bring joy to the breakfast table, General Mills chose cheerios as his cereal label....

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I use my toaster oven almost Every single day. A toasted bagel starts me off In just the perfect way. But lately, it’s been taking Way too long to get things hot And to close the door, you have to Give it everything you’ve got. This morning signaled its demise; The door is stuck ajar, The final culmination proving It’s not up to par. But there’s no...

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'Twas the twilight of the year a twinkling tiara. December 31st, digits dancing dunes in the Sahara. One, two, three, one, two, three, it's a prance. A numerical Irish step dance given a whimsical chance. In the calendar's corners, ...

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Forgive me once this Yuletide whim With Champagne bubbling to the brim On wanting to find Mistletoe To steal a kiss from one I...

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