Poems About Food Seeking Honest Critique
#food
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:32pm
Yesterday 9:32pm
Be conscious on what you consume
Take my order while you serve me
I don't like you or this food
How I got here, Not to sure
One bad trip, unlocked this door
I'm not feeling so fine
My stomach is cursed,
I committed a crime
Take me to that place where the elephants flew
Dolphins walked, swimming kangaroo's
I wouldn't mind if they all spoke to me
Maybe like playing charades
Sharks burrowing in trees
I've visited this place a few times in the last week
I needed a passport to meet with myself
He didn't understand me, I don't speak Greek...
I don't like you or this food
How I got here, Not to sure
One bad trip, unlocked this door
I'm not feeling so fine
My stomach is cursed,
I committed a crime
Take me to that place where the elephants flew
Dolphins walked, swimming kangaroo's
I wouldn't mind if they all spoke to me
Maybe like playing charades
Sharks burrowing in trees
I've visited this place a few times in the last week
I needed a passport to meet with myself
He didn't understand me, I don't speak Greek...
#food
#illness
#nightmares
#TruthOfLife
#utopia
37 reads
8 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 8:23pm
1st Apr 2025 8:23pm
Celestial Navigation
Driving aimlessly down Shame Street
sipping on my 32-ounce cup of depression, no ice.
suddenly, my too often neglected HP GPS,
speaks in a calm, commanding tone
“Pass Easy Street and at the next intersection,
turn right onto Hope Drive."
Noticing I’m out of gas;
I stop at the OA service station,
on the corner of Hope and Not Good Enough Avenue,
after filling my tank with encouragement,
I choose to continue my journey on Hope.
HP’s voice sounds again.
“Travel 12 miles,
turn right onto the on-ramp...
sipping on my 32-ounce cup of depression, no ice.
suddenly, my too often neglected HP GPS,
speaks in a calm, commanding tone
“Pass Easy Street and at the next intersection,
turn right onto Hope Drive."
Noticing I’m out of gas;
I stop at the OA service station,
on the corner of Hope and Not Good Enough Avenue,
after filling my tank with encouragement,
I choose to continue my journey on Hope.
HP’s voice sounds again.
“Travel 12 miles,
turn right onto the on-ramp...
#addiction
#food
#happiness
#hope
#peace
44 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 8:15pm
30th Mar 2025 8:15pm
I'll Eat Her Later!
#dirty
#erotic
#food
#lust
#sex
204 reads
15 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 1:35pm
30th Mar 2025 1:35pm
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
62 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 11:40pm
18th Mar 2025 11:40pm
Lesbian Cannibal Banquet
#food
#horror
#lust
#orgasm
#sex
88 reads
7 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 11:18pm
16th Mar 2025 11:18pm
She loves the taste of scrotum
#dirty
#food
#marriage
#orgasm
#wife
168 reads
4 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 12:29pm
15th Mar 2025 12:29pm
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
109 reads
14 Comments
caveat
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 3:53am
15th Mar 2025 3:53am
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
85 reads
1 Comment
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
14th Mar 2025 12:49pm
14th Mar 2025 12:49pm
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
138 reads
27 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
13th Mar 2025 11:35pm
13th Mar 2025 11:35pm
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
73 reads
8 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
1st Mar 2025 7:55pm
1st Mar 2025 7:55pm
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
98 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 00:46am
20th Feb 2025 00:46am
love beans on toast
aware that americans find the
idea of beans on toast funny
but when you haven’t much money
it’s as good as a roast
idea of beans on toast funny
but when you haven’t much money
it’s as good as a roast
#food
85 reads
5 Comments
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