Salt Poems - Poems about Salt

...Poem- Salt Poet- Aditya Aneek Reciter- Shimul Mustapha In a book fair, theater, cafe, on the first day of Bangla calendar, around the festive Valentine day An ordinary boy is he, if one overlo......Read the rest...

...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...

...Just like each and every one of us, nature also has good day's and bad. Life is very unpredictable. Enjoy the calm days MOODS OF NATURE - THE SEA The sea roars with fury, The vast blue o......Read the rest...

...in a large roasting pan combine 3 cups of aundoille or polish sausage bite sized 3 cups of peeled diced carrots 3 cups of peeled red bell peppers diced 1 cup of peeled diced sweet potatos 2 spri......Read the rest...

...On the 11th May 1685 in the west of Scotland in a small coastal village called wigtown in Dumfries and Galloway the covenanters were sought to swear allegiance and acknowledge King James as head of t......Read the rest...

...The salt of their skin has its flayed geometry, sharp crevices beneath the classroom where my dark teeth tried the savoury chalk and failed. I have been a teacher for the sum of my disjointed ......Read the rest...

...Poetry Soup Is… A place to post words and be heard a platform for prose, a poet’s eatery A sonneteer’s palace, for the sagacious or the absurd A silver chalice that pours golden poetry Rhymed......Read the rest...

...Wanderlust has led me everywhere along lucid wishes rustic landscape; There is nothing that can really compare, you don’t have to go far for an escape; Adorned with a luscious cyan ocean lie......Read the rest...

...Just a bit of black pepper As your breath brushes against my neck, Dangerously close. Don’t forget the heavy cream You whisper gently in my ear. My knees slightly shaking as I stir You passi......Read the rest...

...52624 Gratitude The mall, this desk, this Pen, my hands work, my handiwork Priests, vampires, blue paint Salt, garlic, parsley, sage, rosemary & time. ......Read the rest...

...Despicable How it drips down the side Bubbling up from the innards of the pot I can hear the sizzling The smell of the butter drenched corn I throw in a bit of salt and pepper To spice up t......Read the rest...

...He knew all there was to know About the frying game Haddock, cod, skate and ling All treated just the same. A deft flick of the wrist to draw Each piece through the batter Then the basket low......Read the rest...

...If we Americans keep eating like we do We are going to end up like the second graders I saw today Who are too tired to run, Many got frustrated and sat down Refusing to race one more time They h......Read the rest...

...Sand scrapes my skin as I wake, Warm water around my shoulders break, Spluttering, I shake my head and open my eyes, Palms and dunes to my surprise. Shock constricts my body as I cannot regist......Read the rest...

...She got it for a birthday surprise but her emotion came alive and she tossed it in the middle of the sea and it drifts in a temperature above minus fifteen degrees. The silent waves move it around an......Read the rest...