Microwaving Poems - Poems about Microwaving

...In the calm of evening's hush, a storm descends, Electric charge in the air, a dance of shadows blend. As I place my dinner in the microwave's gentle hum, A flicker, a spark, and darkness comes.......

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...Eight billion years it has taken the fast radio burst to travel from an unknown where to here. A millisecond of energy that defies rational explanation. The universe may be microwaving a bowl ......

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...The city sings its song, luring me to belong to an orchestra of many faces, living within tight places, an efficiency on the tenth floor where I hear my neighbors snore, smells of spaghetti and......

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...- Written August 11, 2018 Exhausted, you're playing as a suicidal victim once more Confusion sucked me dry all the more to the deep core Thaw me like frozen ground beef… Give me some microwavin......

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...A can of coke and a good book to read Sitting in the sunshine embracing my greed The sun's beaming rays piercing my skin Microwaving my internal organs from within My sanctuary from daily life......

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...It’s been a while since the Christmas of my youth. Some things it seems have gone away - Cookie cutters, hot cocoa, and an angel are three not with me today. Yes, Mama would get her cookie cutt......

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...This will blow your mind - My Breakfast Potato - mmmm Culinary skills! Memories of you Is like microwaving food - Jam-packed with sweet carbs... Threw butter in pan... It sizzles...in yel......

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...Our beauty is hidden in our words! Rumi (M. Mafi, trans.) Our content in contentment hides within commitment toward integrity. Our beauty is hidden in our words said only tow......

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...Hungrier than a wolf pack hunkering down the hill A lpha teen male footballers share microwaving kill Meat tonight they smell and enough to go around Burgers make them happy and they munch ......

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...How can it be history, when the pain leaves me breathless? Iron past that wrings my lungs soaked heavy in sorrow until that mysterious liquid escapes from my eyes. How can it be past, when the darkn......

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...Cooking my baked beans Microwaving daydreams Financing future, slipping credit schemes Federal imperial medals- the real deal All in a bite sized, one time only All in nicely packages holiday embrace......

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...Maybe its cold in the ember's heart... maybe a snowflake has a soul but we're born to label everything as "this" or "that". A pack of pill worshiping ogres, must get to the front of the liner......

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