Bland Poems - Poems about Bland

...What use is a poet, if without a pen, like a chef without a sharp set of knives. How bland is the soup, without sincere ingredients. Nourishing soul food needs fresh free verses of vegetable......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There once was a mosquito named Mike. His buzzing and biting I did not like. On my arm he found a place Flitted and fluttered with grace. I swatted a......Read the rest...

... What do you see when you see trees? My eyes travel each trunk and branch. With feathered leaves in blowing breeze till the chipper comes with a cranch! Your details shine with luminesce......Read the rest...

...What do you see when you see trees? My eyes travel each trunk and branch. With feathered leaves in blowing breeze till the chipper comes with a cranch! Your details shine with luminescenc......Read the rest...

...MISFIT "I have been a stranger in a strange land" Today I am free, in a land that I recognise Unlike that time in that very strange land And as a stranger, almost all was a surprise ......Read the rest...

... The Mother Sun no longer embraced me No more adrenaline rush that motivates me to get up Breakfast seems bland, faded colors of rotten apple Unfurled window curtains is the angle that I see U......Read the rest...

... The stream cascades skyward in swirling spate of ebullience with the dancing shadows of trees swaying entranced. Tempting topaz dew makes dainty diadem on glinting grass tips, weaves liltin......Read the rest...

... Season your salads Spice them up with reggae Same goes for entrées Mademoiselle gourmet Leave your food bland It lacks razzmatazz If you like meals that......Read the rest...

... "One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love." Sophocles, Greek Poet If love was a metaphor for flowers, our souls would rejoice in April showers. Foundatio......Read the rest...

...I love chocolate soup the best! Served after a hefty meal. There’s always room for dessert When it comes to poetry. So sickly sweet it can heal All forms of ailments. Perhaps it’s not so ......Read the rest...

...I like my soup hot, fresh, cold but bone broth is the basis for what makes soup, soup. Not stones. Stones have no nutritional value. Throw me a bone and I’ll put in my soup. All alone. By itself,......Read the rest...

...Silver bells are so bland the artist told his wife I want to give these antique bells a little more life He spent a month on them adding coral and light blue I think they are beautiful, I hope you......Read the rest...

...WHEN THE MOOD MOVES A bland life to date, almost bleak No vibrant colours just misty buff Then suddenly, a big seismic shift Feeling the dark mood slowly lift Knowing that you’ve had enough A......Read the rest...

...All the world’s greatest words couldn’t express how much you mean to me. Thousands have tried, men and women alike, to capture love in words we can read. But just saying love is like saying a dee......Read the rest...

...Suburban resident pretense, a bleak uniformity. I grew up among the repetitious homes, isolated alienated, I wandered the conformity, the endless square yards, the dull feckless syndrome. Repug......Read the rest...