Soup Poems - Poems about Soup

Everything one says, everything one writes is a declaration of who one is. I put as much effort into my comments as I do into my poetry -- they also transverse the electron world. Missed opportunity – Main-course or a quick warmer-upper, Soup is precious to my table of wholesome Etiquette and expression. ...

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I miss my dear friends At Poetry soup I’ve been on the mend And out of the loop Times have been trying As most of you know Excessive crying Can dampen one’s glow Please let me back in Despite time that’s passed I need you, dear friends And that’s all I ask ...

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the poet’s heart full of fire and a clock that won’t slow down a newfound passion born out of grief let’s make poetry magic together beginner’s learning curve patience is a virtue pandora’s box wide open spilling out like alphabet soup rhyming couplets etheree haiku limerick sonnet and prose the list seems never ending but what a privilege to read to feel to get lost in a poet’s poem created by the...

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A simmering pot where words begin to blend, A broth of feelings where emotions tend To soften, meld, and yield a richer taste, No single flavor overpowering, no haste. A ladle dips and lifts a swirling hue, A crimson sorrow touched with morning dew, A golden joy in fragrant steam ascends, A bitter truth on which the palate bends. The stock is life...

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Take one demigod from the melting pot Give it a Mega-phone (the louder the better) Mix in a heavy dose of Fox News, make it a bit overbearing In a separate pot, mix 70 million evangelicals 2 or 3 million fanatics -depending on your tolerance Season with lies and fear Add holy water, a couple of cases of...

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Drax, with a literal mind, Tried "metaphor soup," he did find, It tasted like chairs, And invisible bears, "This 'saying' is truly unkind!" ©bfa031925 ...

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As i write here.' I hold freedom most dear.' I value; all other writers too! love me or hate me? Even debate me? I will still be; even handed.. So over to youse.' ...

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Think that you might agree with me ,there is no way easier to pen a poem, Than writing it right here, on your poetry home. There are no characters to remember, no details that you have to keep together, with a mental hook! In a short poem, like a haiku, there are only three lines! It doesn’t take a...

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( a college life vignette) It’s Thursday morning, usually no one’s favorite, but this one seems sugary new, as if beamed in from a different, better universe. The clouds look fluffy and freshly washed. Even the freshmen, who’re everywhere, multiplied, as if they’d been cloned overnight, seem less dramatic with their endless droning-on about insignificant political points. Could...

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prompts are posted all types, daily some are not strict with few guidelines others with more detailed guidelines make my brain cells create new thoughts! since I started on this website I’ve learned new forms I have branched out thanks to the Soup ...

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First place glory? So that's the story Just as I fear No Benjamins here...

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Pen this in blood Spitfire from rut Lines clutched Mind stumped Rhyme on what Leg with crutch Make sense nah Not interested Art is nonsensical Brillance adored Relatable craziness Straight jacket Never unhand me Juggle these words Scrape droplets Off the pages Test me positive For poetic insanity Head to rest Mind to sleep Til next time For now I’m beat Have no idea what this...

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I am a can of soup. I am being recycled. Because I was used up. Even as a can made of solid metal… I get tired. Of the clanging of other cans around me. Of the sounds of machines. A can of whipped cream was wondering about me. I think I used to contain chicken noodle soup. But I don’t know for sure. And I...

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The soup kitchen wasn't far from home Or school After school was dismissed I would run down to mama's soup kitchen And have a bowl of soup and chicken legs all to myself Mama said I was too small for wings or laps Years have passed since I saw mama I work in a local restaurant now...

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A haven of words, a poet’s delight, Where verses dance in morning light. Ink spills freely, hearts take flight, In PoetrySoup, our souls unite. Through rhymes and rhythms, joy and pain, Lines like rivers, thoughts unchained. A home for dreamers, bold and free, A world of wonder, poetry. Years have passed, yet still you stand, A guiding light, a poet’s land. So here’s to more—may...

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