Best Stirring Poems

Three busy witches stood stirring a stew
Cauldron filled with freaky things for a brew
Each Halloween they made
soup in their escapade
Adding ingredients to a brown roux

Jan,...

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predator from the deep 
 destroyer of amity
  his fin glides toward you
    voracious enemy

peace in soupdom imperiled
 by beast with...

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shaking desires
hot peppered emotions
burning passion
tasting delicious 
delightfully spicy
warming the insides

inhaling sweet fragrance
blossoming in 
the soul
floating this heart
one budding 
red rose
with a feathered touch
silken soft petals
falling...

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A classical symphony's a thing
  whose stirring sounds ring
via woodwinds and strings
  hearts and souls inspiring...

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In the pot, a memory, stirring, sweet,
Blended leaves, a dance of flavors meet.
Mornings greeted with a warming brew,
Guests welcomed anytime, with joy imbued.

Evenings, families, mingling...

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Rhythm and flow 
and spirit moves,
I stand here stirring time 
Following the mist filled path guided 
by echoed chants of the saints of old,
to a...

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In the morning I heard the tea pot singing,
With the amber liquid sizzling,
Saw spouts of vapor ejecting,
With a sweet aroma tickling.

While pouring my cup of...

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Snow flake petals swirl in amber half-light
stirring august eyes with pristine colour 
early bird’s panoramic tone poem chant
basking in the verdant glades at sunrise

Basking in...

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H ow you flow into my thoughts, for no reason, at times
U ninvited, yet, most welcome where warm smiles begin
G ood days or bad, near...

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I'm ready for my soup, please tell me Mama
What's you're gonna add to make it good
I hope you put in just a pinch, of rhyme
And...

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she smiles
and stirs cold coffee
movement within...

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Wearing my best dress,
Stirring tea with a fine spoon,
I will mind my manners well
And be a success.
Tonight I adore the moon
While my disappointments swell.

Everyone will...

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As night descends, casting darkness
all is silent and so very still
waiting, listening, and breathless

Into the dark of nights coldness
do you feel it, that stone cold...

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Too long I limped along a lonely road, born into this Sahara desert of a life, 
parched and hungry, face weathered and gaunt.
A deaf, dumb,...

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Gentling verses, like softly spoken dawns,
Pour out rhythms, releasing hungers,
Stirring hearts to breathe, restoring hopes,
Prayerful moments trembling,
Echoing, glistening shafts of heated praises,
Mysteries in shadows, embracing...

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