Croissants Poems - Poems about Croissants

...Willy, a wild mammoth lives in my yard Shedding head all over in clumps Neighbors come by and collect it in bales Making comforters, pillows and plush cushions They bring casseroles, carrots, cro......Read the rest...

...The morning is smiling with me and the birds are singing merrily in the trees; the sun is peeping out from beyond the hill and the soft wind is blowing in the valley of time and today I will get what......Read the rest...

... Bleak winter Melbourne morning, a cold wind coming in from across the Bay and blowing down the street, past the Esplanade Cafe with the smell of coffee and warm air spilling out from an o......Read the rest...

...The morning breaks with chatter everywhere and dignitaries making speeches over the air, I have heard a familiar voice that I know and I was shock to know that she was part of the show. I have not se......Read the rest...

...The morning started with the sound of thin raindrops beating on the roof and water trickling from the pipe is a sign of life. The dogs were out and about creating mutiny in the little town. The ea......Read the rest...

...Let the moon dream, In our night sky, So your sigh, May caress its stars, Ballerina, in the rainbow hours, Your sighs bloom, Like the roses, Elegant, sweet, and rugged, Glowing upon your ve......Read the rest...

...A lighthouse, With its romance, Stretches, Into ocean expanse, Stars dress the night sky, Where has my love, Sailed, For roses, and croissants, I miss her, Gazing at our moon Reynaldo Casi......Read the rest...

...The midnight streets, Are empty, And the ladies, Are filled, With longings, And croissants, The moon, Has lit, Its candle, From within, And the songbirds, Are filled, With nostalgia, A......Read the rest...

...When my family went camping on the farm, we were blown away by its rural charm. Beautiful views of rolling hills and pastures green, It was a sight that just had to be seen. We pitched our tent......Read the rest...

...There once was a woman named Marie, The most beautiful girl I've ever seen. In the summer of June 2003, I met her once in gay Paree. We had lunch near the Eiffel Tower, Which lasted more than ha......Read the rest...

...it isn’t all hard, the world I mean. there are soft things, too. it isn’t all coffee stains, shattered glasses, dead cats, and broken streetlights but sometimes it just gets so dark in the m......Read the rest...

...Seated in a coffee-shop an extra-large with hot milk and a slice of decadence await her indulgence she leans forward and spontaneously reacts to her companion’s whispered observation rose-re......Read the rest...

... Mashed potatoes, Mom’s heavenly creation. Such a gourmet creation, was an alpine white. Green beans, like a Christmas decoration. Candles were benevolently, not bright. I c......Read the rest...

...#SWISH! SWASH! SWOOSH! MORE, MORE...POUR SOME MORE! Oh what's in store, for this day, is a memorable drenching, a satiated and satisfying encapsulation of sensations met rigoursly and rapturous......Read the rest...

...A soft rain rippled across the apartment window distorting the rainbow of lights emanating from the Four Cafes. That’s what the locals call them, The Four Café’s. Each had a flavor all their own as......Read the rest...