Salt Poems - Poems about Salt

BREAKFAST EGG Thought reaches pinnacle plunges into its own mystery cracks open narrow self an eggshell passes personal truth into Cosmic Heart region of eternal life this is all which is was or ever will be egg melts into One time collapses we eat it on toast with salt and pepper Time re-emerges ©GhairoDaniels Poetry2025 ...

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Grace Not defined Immediately obvious.. But seemingly veiled By salt and pepper......

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My salt and pepper shakers were risqué Shaking their booties night and day I told my husband to put them away It was his mother who thought they were gay I brought my boss home for dinner last Tuesday Those nasty shakers were dirty dancing away I said to my husband please take them to Kay That is his mother, who thought...

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Chicken Salt To inherit the properties of chicken salt simply walk on all fours. ...

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Salt cascaded across sharp jagged edges of obsidian glass, forgotten but never in the past. Prominent and worn ,used and torn Once to plague your sin-laden body. twice more as an act of revenge. Now to late to mourn. Old salt now replaced by gleaming pearls now specked...

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I felt the sun on my face today & at first it frightened me because it's been so long since anything had come to me gently. And I thought of you and how you would be so proud of the progress I had made but, when I stopped to share it with you, you had already turned to salt. I ruined you because I was...

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Under cerulean stained glass skies, I bathe my soul in sand and sun, anointed with salt water. Playing like a child in the breaks, I surrender to the flow of the tide as it chases and retreats: a frigid game of tag; then collapse into the cradled curve of dunes, bury sea-numbed toes in their warmth. Beyond the veil of closed...

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Is it Epson Salt? All those nice villas along the coast are empty save for stray cats and those too poor to live inland because the sea stinks like bouillabaisse gone off. Marine life and sea plants have died out of too much acidity caused by industry, and now it is too late to clean up the mess. Fish in...

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The Trolls of NeighCassier smiled as they undermined. They acted sweet and welcoming :but they were mean and rude and unkind. The evaluated situations with prowess and assortment and hust they made enemies of the dwarfingdores and smuggled there squashes and stuff. There women acted like witches there men were shy and mean they raided fields in the evening and at night they'd wear twigs to be unseen. Potatoes...

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A warrior's death comes quickly fixed firmly upon his King's pro choice when he crosses the great divide separation from a body wheat and chaff To Honour virtues as laid upon stone correctly where his worth is weighed under moral conduct through one needle eye threading to the source against valiant deeds defending justice Corrupt chaos is...

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God made man perfect And planted Two bean-like objects Inside his abdomen And warned mankind Not to eat the forbidden fruits But mankind failed to listen And took too much Salt And took Too much Soda And took Too much proteins And took Too much carbohydrates And took Too much fatty foods And took Far too much spirits That landed mankind With Renal failures ...

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empathizers of what's possible vs hate women club with nothing plausible asking to raise the price of insulin~ heartless if you ask the sick’s opinion hungry to bring Trump down to size~ should the other side finally realize? outlawed conversion theorapy~stopped forcing what's unnatural with morality ...

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tides rolling harshly pounding against beaches sand it's salt hits my lips...

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if the world was running out of salt I would be hoarding it for sure But would I be the last to know? Asked Walt. And would the salt I find be pure? If they announced it on the news it would be too late. The stores salt shelves would be empty, wouldn’t that be great? Even the small towns in...

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For the love of Salt and Sea A man, Standing tall and feelin free. With his old raggedy clothes, Pipe And his sunburnt nose. On the bow of Ole Navy, Just watching, And waiting for the Jubilee. With a voice that is raspy, Calling out For his old dog Scrappy. The sun will soon be risen, nets to be lowered, boats could be seen on the...

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