Pots Poems - Poems about Pots

Flowered patios, admired for their charm, Andalusian patios lovingly cared for. As new-born babies that Andalusian women take care of with gentleness, dedicating their time with the same devotion to as a baby who needs attention. Beauty with big eyes that shines...Read the rest...

The old, cracked clay pots on the shelf They've been there so long I leave them there as a reminder Life leaves deep wounds from wrongs Some cracks are deep with crevices bold Some so fine...Read the rest...

I grew up believing the fairy tales and stories I was told… I believed if I could make it over the rainbow…I’d find a pot of gold. At the end of December this year I will be...Read the rest...

African minds, African souls Yet only one controls Her fiery hair is one of a kind Yet no one sees inside her mask of destruction Her name is Rae Hood, a killer of all beasts She isn't a hero not...Read the rest...

Steaming tea pots help a lot When troubles come your way Simply pour a cup Rest and look up Giving your troubles away...Read the rest...

My garden is filled in pots ...Read the rest...

Plants in pots inside like pets in pound beckon for attention. Like chicks in nest they screech and squeal with open beaks, skyward begging for worms and morsels in mum's beak Plants in pots are dependents totally reliant on you. More mouths...Read the rest...

I can see the rainbows They're right there Rainbows do sort of piss me off, though, because my daughter always wants the pot of gold at the end She doesn't know that it's actually not there But, if you...Read the rest...

Taking a derelict path, With a semblance of security, Though only a whisker of it I leave for the past Which seems not far But still out of reach I am thoroughly afraid For I am to face my decisions...Read the rest...

Pots know of mud they are from also pride why?...Read the rest...

antiquated it sits collecting dust amidst memories threadbare piece of cloth unraveling with time I cleek it from the drawer press it against my heart then stare blankly at its threads unraveling the years I can almost see you adept hands carefully knitting each little...Read the rest...

I came from a place of bean pots and tea pots I love my trusty three-decade old crock pot One holer, two holer, three holer, four Another kind of pot, if your keeping score Clay pots and tin pots...Read the rest...

We shared coffee from special coffee pots, On special days, in special ways Dreaming about the future Our dreams so clear they felt like reality When they crashed and burned in front of me. It wasn’t my fault and it...Read the rest...

Joys of married life outweigh minor discrepancies Such as throwing pots and pans or other irregularities Must turn a blind eye As harmful stuff flies by It all part of the charm, ignore the unavoidable peculiarities...Read the rest...

Follow your heart and capture pleasure and leisure Follow your brain and nurture strain and pain beyond measure. Follow the path your heart suggests Unless keen you are to embrace the path the brain digests Leading to a destiny Ensconced...Read the rest...