Poems about Food
#food
Eating, indulging and cooking, poems about food deal with our complicated relationship with food. Poems about having too much food, or not having enough. Everything from sensual poetry which uses food as metaphors, to poems about diets and controlling food temptation.
Bear, Bare Truths
Just
like
Paddington
I
love
toast,
and
marmalade!
Fur
free
derriere?
by Jemia
like
Paddington
I
love
toast,
and
marmalade!
Fur
free
derriere?
by Jemia
#food
#funny
#parody #satirical
#parody #satirical
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I'll Eat Her Later!

#dirty
#erotic
#food
#lust
#sex
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15 Comments
Dark Streets on the Edge or the Industrial Zone
Connecting but not locked in
A loner moves inbetween the lines
It takes courage to live outside the box
Comforted though by bits of human engagement
Dylan said it best
"To live outside the law you must be honest"
Somehow those words ring true for this cowboy
Dark streets on the edge of the industrial zone
A lone light leading to the halal cart
Chicken over rice in a whirlwind of scent
Maybe it's the spices and just enough conversation
Or just maybe, it's something else .....
A loner moves inbetween the lines
It takes courage to live outside the box
Comforted though by bits of human engagement
Dylan said it best
"To live outside the law you must be honest"
Somehow those words ring true for this cowboy
Dark streets on the edge of the industrial zone
A lone light leading to the halal cart
Chicken over rice in a whirlwind of scent
Maybe it's the spices and just enough conversation
Or just maybe, it's something else .....
#dialogue
#food
#humankind
#identity
#lyrics
54 reads
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Lesbian Cannibal Banquet

#food
#horror
#lust
#orgasm
#sex
84 reads
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Crunchy *uck Harbor
Your ticket to Crunchy Fuck Harbor
is not an expensive plane ticket,
nor a cruise on a 5,000-passenger ship
with banks of intestinal looking water slides
It's not in any particular place in the United States
Or the world for that matter.
A trip to Crunchy Fuck Harbor
can be reached
via a simple stalk of celery.
Bite down
Hear it.
Be there.
is not an expensive plane ticket,
nor a cruise on a 5,000-passenger ship
with banks of intestinal looking water slides
It's not in any particular place in the United States
Or the world for that matter.
A trip to Crunchy Fuck Harbor
can be reached
via a simple stalk of celery.
Bite down
Hear it.
Be there.
#food
#travel
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She loves the taste of scrotum

#dirty
#food
#marriage
#orgasm
#wife
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Nutrition is Tough from a Vending Machine
You can't see me
I can see you though
Your calling is beyond the realm of reality
We worked the fields together
That night shift almost ate us alive
You would bring fresh fruit and pita bread
While the rest of us were sneaking beers and junk food
There's nothing a Hershey Bar with almonds can't cure
Milk chocolate the worst for wear
Those almonds though saved the night in spades
Nutrition is tough from a vending machine
I stole some of your red seedless grapes a few times
I knew you knew
You never said anything ...
I can see you though
Your calling is beyond the realm of reality
We worked the fields together
That night shift almost ate us alive
You would bring fresh fruit and pita bread
While the rest of us were sneaking beers and junk food
There's nothing a Hershey Bar with almonds can't cure
Milk chocolate the worst for wear
Those almonds though saved the night in spades
Nutrition is tough from a vending machine
I stole some of your red seedless grapes a few times
I knew you knew
You never said anything ...
#food
#gratitude
#job
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
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it's sunday morning, my coffee is ready and the biscuits are done
squinting eye at the
acridity of
blonde roast (laugh it up.
brunettes have proven
tasteless)
my grandmother's lecture
on staples replays. when
asked why it was always
black coffee, it boiled down
to gi geography. with even
the take-for-granted withheld
during wartime, grounds were
always plentiful even if
their decorations were sparse.
it became a near-universal
greeting among homefronters;
sit down, fret and pour it
whilst fresh.
i do not bond with humans over
java as much as i do with ...
acridity of
blonde roast (laugh it up.
brunettes have proven
tasteless)
my grandmother's lecture
on staples replays. when
asked why it was always
black coffee, it boiled down
to gi geography. with even
the take-for-granted withheld
during wartime, grounds were
always plentiful even if
their decorations were sparse.
it became a near-universal
greeting among homefronters;
sit down, fret and pour it
whilst fresh.
i do not bond with humans over
java as much as i do with ...
#cats
#food
#happiness #home
#happiness #home
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You and Me Redux - an Early Poetspeak Poem
We fight, we laugh, we call each other names
We make love, sometimes rougher than usual
We drink, cook food, talk about our day
You and Me
Always
We make love, sometimes rougher than usual
We drink, cook food, talk about our day
You and Me
Always
#food
#love
#lover
#women
#WritingPoetry
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27 Comments
A Plastic Spoon for Matilda
11:58 AM
I’m getting hungry
The day is already dragging
As you may or may not know from my last write titled "Early Morning Blues"
I open my large cooler
I pull out my jar of crunchy peanut butter and a ziplock bag of raisins and an assortment of nuts
I was looking forward to mixing the two together
But to my dismay, I forgot my spoon
SHIT!
Now I must take a walk to the cafeteria
I entered the cafeteria for the 1st time in over 5 years
Nothing has changed
I noticed immediately the smell of...
I’m getting hungry
The day is already dragging
As you may or may not know from my last write titled "Early Morning Blues"
I open my large cooler
I pull out my jar of crunchy peanut butter and a ziplock bag of raisins and an assortment of nuts
I was looking forward to mixing the two together
But to my dismay, I forgot my spoon
SHIT!
Now I must take a walk to the cafeteria
I entered the cafeteria for the 1st time in over 5 years
Nothing has changed
I noticed immediately the smell of...
#anger
#food
#ignorance
#job
#nonfiction
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8 Comments
Hops!
Into the woods
Where lay
Folk of another kind of ethereal
Who every morning
Had cornflakes
As their cereal
Although some would forage
Opting instead
For frogs legs porridge!
by Jemia
Where lay
Folk of another kind of ethereal
Who every morning
Had cornflakes
As their cereal
Although some would forage
Opting instead
For frogs legs porridge!
by Jemia
#food
#funny
#magic #surreal
#magic #surreal
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Oh Shit!
I'm in the kitchen!
Trying to cook,
Big juicy chicken.
I saw the videos,
But didn't listen.
Ill grab the spatula,
And started whiskin'.
Is that dirt or is it blistering?
No one knows, what i'm fixing.
It was supposed to be,
Delicious chicken.
But not when I'm in the kitchen.
Trying to cook,
Big juicy chicken.
I saw the videos,
But didn't listen.
Ill grab the spatula,
And started whiskin'.
Is that dirt or is it blistering?
No one knows, what i'm fixing.
It was supposed to be,
Delicious chicken.
But not when I'm in the kitchen.
#food
#funny
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4 Comments
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