Baking Poems

Baking poems bring the best collection of short and long baking poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great baking rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these baking poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on baking are here for you.

Delicious Treat

Delicious Treat short poem

Mommy Mommy, can you bake a cake today ? I’ll be quiet , I’ll stay in my room and play. Mommy Mommy, I can hardly wait To taste a yummy slice upon my plate. Mommy Mommy, is it done yet?

Poems containing references to : Baking

Noise

Noise short poem

Is it really ‘just how it is’ in the world these days? Too fast, too bright; too hyped. With an insatiable attitude of me, me; me, gratification. And there is always so much noise. People in cars, in trains, in

Christmas is Booked

Christmas is Booked long poem

I check the calendar. Oh, there’s lots of time to spare. I don’t know why I worried. I haven’t a care. Two weeks is a lot of time to do most stuff. I am quite sure that two weeks will

Mockingbirds

Mockingbirds short poem

Have-beens went into fury. Like silkworms, after the shock spinning the myths around them. Then the gossip will turn towards the words, locked in extra sensory awakening. The gametes move in a chasm, needling the pastoral scorn. From the barrel

Picturesque County

Picturesque County short poem

Once,I remembered, as a child from my past. Running under the sun; that, O’ so-called a green land. Upon the scorching ground I still playing around. Where the sun rose large and pulsing over the forest; it was baking hot

Poetry

Poetry long poem

Sometimes I feel Isolated. I hate it F is all I see when my papers are graded. I sit in the back of the bus and class faded. I have this mind that is painted on a canvas. There’s still

Unknown Depth

Unknown Depth long poem

Searing in sunlight and dense in humid breath that uncomfortable nether-ground we ancesterally dashed across to escape the swift and sharp toothed now is a show of umbrellas and baking skin joy of wading into the delicious cool feeling sand

Bleeding Day

Bleeding Day short poem

Bilobed ginkgo resolves the conflict of soul and body on the right side of truth, laid out on a table visited by desolation; here comes the crash of bodies. You stand up against the end of beginning to lock eyes

Recipe For Life

Recipe For Life long poem

First Pre-Heat the oven, approximately 200 degrees, Gather your ingredients all around, For sweet you will need sugar, for savoury some cheese, Be careful not to spill it on the ground. Mix the egg and sugar, beat to a smooth

Noise

Noise short poem

Is it really, ‘just how it is’ in the world these days? Too fast, too bright; too hyped! With an insatiable me, me; me attitude! And there is always so much noise. People in cars, people in trains; people in

What Harm Is There In A Thorn?

What Harm Is There In A Thorn? long poem

Racism is a poisoned thorn that is imbedded in the heart of America. At first glance, it appears the thorn is merely a sliver creating a small amount of—discomfort but not really a wound worth considering after all, it will

Howard Carter’s Expedition (1922)

Howard Carters Expedition (1922) short poem

I am here on an archaeological quest, to satisfy many a curious mind’s request for knowledge on antiques and artifacts of Egypt’s long extinct historical facts, in treasured sands buried, like gold mines earnestly sought for in stories shrouded in

I Can Not

I Can Not long poem

I can not move, so my inane soul Lumbering on grass bed, wonderfully separated. Above me the scorching June afternoon Tearing apart my very self, baking my budding marigolds. Mine fettered hands with numerous wants On vain quest of fetching

Noise

Noise short poem

Is it really ‘just how it is’ in the world these days? Too fast, too bright, too hyped. With an insatiable attitude of me, me; me gratification. And there is always so much noise. People in cars, people in trains;

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Pools Of Love

Pools Of Love short poem

Gaze into a persons eyes, far beyond the mask and wonder at the questions that you’re too afraid to ask. Gloriously gazing into depths of deep emotion, currents running deep within a cool and placid ocean. Dive into the loving

Allegoric Spaceship

Allegoric Spaceship prose poem

Spaceship ! You know that spaceship is related with Alien, Moon, Planet, Star, Stun Gun… You may be right or wrong I don’t want to know it ! Sometime my soul creates a spaceship I enter into it from my

Freedom Or Bondage

Freedom Or Bondage short poem

If I were freed Freed of the greed to live Freed of my loved one’s creed Freed of the tug at heart-strings Freed of the society of my breed Where would I fly? How high? Would it explode Forced out

Rewind Pause Repeat

Rewind Pause Repeat short poem

Some days are easy but most days are hard, I take my self back there each night, It seem that I’ll forever be scarred, Just because I never put up a fight. Screaming yet I did not make a sound,

Roar Of An Ocean

Roar Of An Ocean short poem

I have been roaring I will roar No time limit is set Nobody I am waiting for No one stays near me Lot of fishes Lot of sea foods Lot of so many things Are contained in me Night and

All In The Name Of God ?

All In The Name Of God  ? prose poem

Violence !Bloodshed ! Massacre ! Hatred and callousness having its nasty play across the globe, inflicting myriad miseries on innocent people here and there, every now and then . And all these insane acts in the name of God !

Mind-bending

Mind bending short poem

Self-realisation does not come when you expect it. It is beyond being aware or understanding your situation. It involves radical thinking Awakening happens when you’re fed up And you want to break the vicious cycle Unchain yourself from what society

Holy Death

Holy Death short poem

Shadows and the bravery of the past, echoes of the sounds you spoke of hopes and misery ever last… but smokes of your failure – you choke Behinds the sun, stars dream of evening darkness. Holy Death, leads us to

The Other Side Of Truth

The Other Side Of Truth short poem

I don’t like the sound of lies But I myself speak one or two With a poker face many times Hiding the truth through and through Still I preach honesty Like I am a saint and divine Pretending to stall

Nature’s Masterpiece: The Child

Natures Masterpiece: The Child long poem

The Child… Nature’s complex and fascinating bundle of joy…. begins his exploratory itinerary of Life in the big world, outside the shelter … of his mother’s arms… recording the inexhaustible personality of Nature around him!! Looking around …he sees Nature,

Storm Front

Storm Front long poem

Away in the distance on a cold dreary night The horizon is lit by flickering lights From storm clouds as black as the darkest heart The lightning tears the very air apart The grumbling mass of swirling bile The silence,

Pygmalion

Pygmalion prose poem

She gathers her flying hair into a rocky braid, her eyes blow away into fire, soil and air. Her heart bangs drop, one by one, on the road. Her eyelashes melt into wax covering caves floors. Her stony dress waves

Slave Virtues

Slave Virtues short poem

Captured and chained in their own land Traded and enslaved by the hand of man Cargoes of human commodities Sold and put on ships sailing to worlds unknown Greeted by greed to their new homeland Gathered and herded to work

Oh My Little Angel

Oh My Little Angel short poem

Oh my daughter Oh my little angel Don’t know how time flies Seems only like yesterday When you were placed in my waiting arms Hugging you close, seeing the tiny bundle of joy My own flesh my own blood Didn’t

Vulnerability

Vulnerability short poem

Our hearts have this huge corner Deep deep inside Vulnerable to the slightest hurts To every criticism, negativity or slight We build walls around it Of cynicism and pride It was tender long ago Now we cover it and hide

Rebuked

Rebuked short poem

Heart filled with hate Blood cold as a winter night Forgotten by Jesus Raped by a demon Innocence was stolen At a young age, Eyes are swollen How can I forgive? I pray but my sins are too great To

Patron Of The Dying Arts

Patron Of The Dying Arts long poem

Perfect hot white ceiling giving back planetary anger at persons and plants making a griddle of the city’s streetmap and challenging those afoot to not drown swallowed in their own sweat Opera singer enters air conditioned library cool and quiet

Playful smile

Playful smile short poem

When fellows can’t do, the personification helps you, for life isn’t bound only to beings, lessons of life can’t be taught, but to be learnt merely by seeing, the ups and downs in my life, I brave it all with

Spreading Cheer

Spreading Cheer short poem

As I was engrossed in my thoughts and was sipping my tea, I suddenly felt so fresh for there was somewhere the source of positive energy, it broke my trance and I looked around, for the source the epicenter that

Seen Through The Slats Of A Fence

Seen Through The Slats Of A Fence short poem

He couldn’t help wanting it pain of shame like a cinder Satan tucked it under his ribcage stray cats came and sniffed him he wouldn’t move pea gravel denting his patella there was another boy riding it back and forth

Fire In Me

Fire In Me short poem

Fire in me takes me to burn My heart my soul in real trance Path of love takes no return I have to take this love chance My passion has all love colors My sentiments are breeze in spring My

The Ranger’s Grave

The Rangers Grave short poem

My tomb is spread with bear’s garlic I was once a scourge of smoke the margins of the forest are lined with sharpest light city folk shriek and bleed my sepulcher is a woven oval ancient beeches clutching shoulders crooks

Just Me

Just Me short poem

I am not perfect, But please let me be, I ain’t fake or deceptive, I am just me I may not fit in the frame work, As a girl should be, But am honest and determined, I am just me.

I Too Wanna Live…

I Too Wanna Live... short poem

I too wanna live… I’m tired of eyes that look but don’t see They pierce remembering the undressed me Numerous stares taunt my erased purity But they don’t see the soul of me. A painful experience I’ve locked up inside

Yeah! What About Life?

Yeah! What About Life? prose poem

Man is such a prisoner even when left alone to converse with his mind and heart. He claims to aspire for cordiality only to live up his distinctive contradictions. He goes through daily crusades with foreigners from himself who have

Madonna Of Boise

Madonna Of Boise short poem

I’m going there soon a place I’ve never been I imagine it smells of pine forests and is shady with the Boise river running nearby rather shallow its speed impossible for a newcomer to gauge there’s a woman there who’s