Pot Poems - Poems about Pot

... Seconds On The Pie Please Written: by Miracle Man 5/17/2024 Caravans of Illegals, swarm our borders with ease. Once here, many are choosing, to just do as they please. Each claimin......Read the rest...

...In these days of austerity It’s getting to be a treat To go out for a few pints And have a bite to eat, So, Please Mr Pub Landlord Grant me just a little wish Bring back the vinegar bottle So ......Read the rest...

...Written By: D. Collins 5/14/24 It took me awhile to find my way. Now the new me is here to stay. I doubted w......Read the rest...

... Just add beer and abracadabra . . . Flavor galore! Just don’t add too much . . . Alcoholism is a disease. It should cook out though. Anyway, I hope it’s not too cheesy. Some of you are ......Read the rest...

...Sometimes, better to dig it up Right from the root And expose it to daylight Cos' it's not good for a man to sleep all day And not wake up to his responsibilities It's not normal If he pushes......Read the rest...

... Slight may outdo the sizeable Nature is fascinatingly unique Its sways and swings are astounding ......Read the rest...

...The poem will not been published on its name. Fee forthem fill pot mean garnished yawn, sits same. The reminder that we will be in the same class 3 years leaves me unsure. But I don't suffer fro......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...

...The whistling kettle calls to me. Telling me it's time for tea I grab my Tinkerbell mug off the shelf As I try to decide what to have for myself What flavor of brew should I steep into my cup? ......Read the rest...

...Poetry soup is an international site that values the voices of different birth rights. God created our world with it' varied cultures and tongues. I don't think he ever intended to exclude any on......Read the rest...

...Dodging one here, dodging one there, Riding along without a care. Three in a row, which way do I go, I close my eyes and curse the so and so. Oh! what a bang, the old van shook, But at l......Read the rest...

...Songs from a life, sounds like the blues, microwave fries, pot noodle, stews, dead on two legs, only half-nine, saying yes, to the overtime, this months rent and the kids' new shoes. Paying fo......Read the rest...

...We were fed up with Martha’s snoopy way Cheered when her head rolled off one day Did her head stop talking? It surely did not; it kept squawking. It kept rolling over and over. So we put it in......Read the rest...

...I prefer my soup hot and fresh. But sometimes I like to change it up With something cold, like Gazpacho. It's still best fresh but still good when cured. But when it spoils, it's just nasty and d......Read the rest...

...I like my soup hot. Slurping the edge of the bowl carefully So as not to get burnt. These aromatic words are better than any drug. But just as addictive ... with no hangover. Though sometimes it......Read the rest...