Least Read Poems About Food
#food
outrageous
my slow cooker
#food
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Humpie
I.
a frond a fan a tanline
aroused the pale to gold
to particles to crumble and now
the underside's age of pecks
orders a sweet bird
baked into the crust
to emerge as a merge to rehearsal
on a capping meadow
perking the flowers of hell
humans cobble as a wire act
on the wire, hearses hearing
the deaf deadened by a practice
of pinching the crust
know the birds are pied
senseless simulations
it is possible to pronounce
II.
the lines of a frond pie
the...
a frond a fan a tanline
aroused the pale to gold
to particles to crumble and now
the underside's age of pecks
orders a sweet bird
baked into the crust
to emerge as a merge to rehearsal
on a capping meadow
perking the flowers of hell
humans cobble as a wire act
on the wire, hearses hearing
the deaf deadened by a practice
of pinching the crust
know the birds are pied
senseless simulations
it is possible to pronounce
II.
the lines of a frond pie
the...
#food
#PowerOfWords
18 reads
3 Comments
Light of midnight.
Chicken Kebab🍢
Butter mushrooms
And fish cutley
🍕.
Misti doi.
A honey dew full of glass.
Butter mushrooms
And fish cutley
🍕.
Misti doi.
A honey dew full of glass.
#food
21 reads
0 Comments
Mason Jar
I’m alright with this.
I’m alright with saying
I can’t.
Help me- open this
jar of jam.
Peaches today?
Yes, I’m quite
alright, just a bit
flushed. Oh,
yes, please-
open a window. Part
the curtains,
unlatch deftly, click, lift.
More fingers,
push up. Ah, yes,
thank you, I can
feel my neck cool
into a lemon rind.
The breeze has
added to your fingers.
Please,
continue- the jar,
I’ll go after
the butter, but let me
watch you
feel the grooves, ...
I’m alright with saying
I can’t.
Help me- open this
jar of jam.
Peaches today?
Yes, I’m quite
alright, just a bit
flushed. Oh,
yes, please-
open a window. Part
the curtains,
unlatch deftly, click, lift.
More fingers,
push up. Ah, yes,
thank you, I can
feel my neck cool
into a lemon rind.
The breeze has
added to your fingers.
Please,
continue- the jar,
I’ll go after
the butter, but let me
watch you
feel the grooves, ...
#sex
#food
#sensual
25 reads
18 Comments
Ligh on night
Chicken pyazaa
With curry of
Biryani.
Misti doi.
A cup full of tea.
Paneer butter tikka.
Mushrooms and fried chicken
Cheese pizza🍕.
With curry of
Biryani.
Misti doi.
A cup full of tea.
Paneer butter tikka.
Mushrooms and fried chicken
Cheese pizza🍕.
#food
26 reads
0 Comments
Fra Diavolo
Delicious Demons
Fry, Bake, Skewer, Spicy Hot
Angels have bad taste
Fry, Bake, Skewer, Spicy Hot
Angels have bad taste
#devil
#angels
#food #haiku
#food #haiku
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and rachael for her children cry
Mankind must put an end to war, or war will put an end
to man…”― John F. Kennedy
the fiercely barking hand grenades
and other weapons wars have made
are never idle in the hands
of those who set out to invade
the sanctity of sovereign lands.
the military muscle might
of killers who paint red the night
flex in the face of helpless souls
who yield to blood their last...
to man…”― John F. Kennedy
the fiercely barking hand grenades
and other weapons wars have made
are never idle in the hands
of those who set out to invade
the sanctity of sovereign lands.
the military muscle might
of killers who paint red the night
flex in the face of helpless souls
who yield to blood their last...
#hate
#children
#conflict
#war
#food
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0 Comments
Cake Of Friendship
Purple,yellow.
The color of the cake layers.
As you pour chocolate on it.
And you try not to drop it.
Sweet scent fills your sense,you can't stop it.
Now,you put royal icing on the cake.
The creation of a colorful cake happens.
As you decide its fate.
What colors should you use?
For what occasion and use?
You add color to the icing,colors form.
Sweet scent,feels like home.
Like you are sitting on your own throne.
Eating cake,you are no longer alone.
Giving your friends a slice.
Before...
The color of the cake layers.
As you pour chocolate on it.
And you try not to drop it.
Sweet scent fills your sense,you can't stop it.
Now,you put royal icing on the cake.
The creation of a colorful cake happens.
As you decide its fate.
What colors should you use?
For what occasion and use?
You add color to the icing,colors form.
Sweet scent,feels like home.
Like you are sitting on your own throne.
Eating cake,you are no longer alone.
Giving your friends a slice.
Before...
#friendship
#food
39 reads
1 Comment
Imaginary Soup
The rooster crows!
The rooster scares
the hours of the day!
In the portals of the night
the late afternoon.
In the morning arches
the beginning of the day.
The rooster sees the breeder...
In his cackle is the warning
for all poultry
and for all the farm animals
of those human hands
looking for something to eat.
The rooster attacks his operatic aria
with emphasis on sunlight
which shows the murderous hands.
Those hands full of fingers
breaking necks and plucking feathers.
Those hands...
The rooster scares
the hours of the day!
In the portals of the night
the late afternoon.
In the morning arches
the beginning of the day.
The rooster sees the breeder...
In his cackle is the warning
for all poultry
and for all the farm animals
of those human hands
looking for something to eat.
The rooster attacks his operatic aria
with emphasis on sunlight
which shows the murderous hands.
Those hands full of fingers
breaking necks and plucking feathers.
Those hands...
#countryside
#birds
#morning
#nature
#food
40 reads
2 Comments
This Easter, Chicken?
Alas my poor Yoke is doomed to be fried
along with its cock or hen's albumen,
there was know way of knowing, I tried and tried,
but it had no chance, strutting Cock or Hen?
What? You egg! You'd spit your hot cooking fat
out, ouch, damned spot, you bellow for revenge?
I must now commit murder most foul... Splat!
a bust yoke, my fingers of toast descend
To a rapidly congealing egg yoke
perhaps I should've boiled the poor dead thing,
It's turning to be...
along with its cock or hen's albumen,
there was know way of knowing, I tried and tried,
but it had no chance, strutting Cock or Hen?
What? You egg! You'd spit your hot cooking fat
out, ouch, damned spot, you bellow for revenge?
I must now commit murder most foul... Splat!
a bust yoke, my fingers of toast descend
To a rapidly congealing egg yoke
perhaps I should've boiled the poor dead thing,
It's turning to be...
#food
#sonnet
42 reads
2 Comments
Mother of all Feasties
In days of Yore when knights were bold
and shopping was mostly, local,
the huswifes chores or so I'm told
we're pretty much all, in total...
She'd scrub and boil and mend and make
and grub out the mangle wurtzles,
and mill and milk and brew and bake
and make soup from poor dead turtles.
She'd brew and bake with Godisgoode
those indigenous wild yeasties,
that can be found world round my loves
to make the Mother of all, feasties...
and shopping was mostly, local,
the huswifes chores or so I'm told
we're pretty much all, in total...
She'd scrub and boil and mend and make
and grub out the mangle wurtzles,
and mill and milk and brew and bake
and make soup from poor dead turtles.
She'd brew and bake with Godisgoode
those indigenous wild yeasties,
that can be found world round my loves
to make the Mother of all, feasties...
#alcohol
#food
#fiction
#historical
#nonfiction
46 reads
6 Comments
A Poetic Chocolatopath!
Although
I can digest
And/or ruminate
Poetry about chocolate
I cannot actually
Eat it
Poetry
May be able
To fill the heart
And sometimes the soul
But not the belly!
by Jemia
I can digest
And/or ruminate
Poetry about chocolate
I cannot actually
Eat it
Poetry
May be able
To fill the heart
And sometimes the soul
But not the belly!
by Jemia
#food
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeCycle
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeCycle
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Food