Long Poems About Food
#food
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
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4 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
70 reads
8 Comments
BaldyBrown
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 7:40am
18th Feb 2025 7:40am
The Brownie and the Poet
On a pair of kick-ass headphones he was listening to music
that simulates a trip… while tripping.
Being there live on the scene, I asked him, won’t that start to make you sick,
Won’t it bugger your biorhythm, or jack with something?
He looked away keenly and said “and who’s this prick?”.
What follows is our conversation from right to left,
and what he pre-posthumously said.
I had my faculties, he was bereft,
So I recorded it all before he was dead.
My words in italics, his in san serift.
How can...
that simulates a trip… while tripping.
Being there live on the scene, I asked him, won’t that start to make you sick,
Won’t it bugger your biorhythm, or jack with something?
He looked away keenly and said “and who’s this prick?”.
What follows is our conversation from right to left,
and what he pre-posthumously said.
I had my faculties, he was bereft,
So I recorded it all before he was dead.
My words in italics, his in san serift.
How can...
#food
#LifeAsAWriter
#marijuana
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0 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 11:19am
29th Jan 2025 11:19am
Pussy and Porkchops
#food
#sex
224 reads
13 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 2:03am
3rd Jan 2025 2:03am
Bad Brokn Pickiney
(Patois)
Sohm bad brokn pickiney lef dehn yaad a nite ahn kom a mi gietwiay fi mek up nize.
Awl di wile di hungry belly hulligan dem kom ya wid dem nahsi niegah style.
Di woklis gyal ahn bwoy dem heng out pahn di ruodside huol nite an chat nansense.
Di nizy-nizy pickiney dem noh respeck di peeple dem oo live roun ya.
Mi noh nuo weh mek dem pierence low dem fi goh pan di ruod lakka leggo beese.
Di ooman oo run di shap cliem sey shi a cristian, yet shi supuot dehn slacknis.
Shi hawba di parasite dem out ya caw shi wahn dem fi buy tings inna...
Sohm bad brokn pickiney lef dehn yaad a nite ahn kom a mi gietwiay fi mek up nize.
Awl di wile di hungry belly hulligan dem kom ya wid dem nahsi niegah style.
Di woklis gyal ahn bwoy dem heng out pahn di ruodside huol nite an chat nansense.
Di nizy-nizy pickiney dem noh respeck di peeple dem oo live roun ya.
Mi noh nuo weh mek dem pierence low dem fi goh pan di ruod lakka leggo beese.
Di ooman oo run di shap cliem sey shi a cristian, yet shi supuot dehn slacknis.
Shi hawba di parasite dem out ya caw shi wahn dem fi buy tings inna...
#children
#food
#hypocrisy
#night
#zombies
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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 1:22pm
12th Dec 2024 1:22pm
Dog Killer Dog
#anger
#animals
#food
#hate
#sex
88 reads
3 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 5:00am
12th Dec 2024 5:00am
My Dog Life
#anger
#animals
#food
#hate
#sex
95 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 8:47pm
11th Nov 2024 8:47pm
I'm Sick Of Her!
Kind of sick of my wife
This marriage is getting the best of me
All she does is complain, nag, whine and bark orders
I could divorce her
I could up & leave
I'm just lazy I guess
I zone out most of the time
I'll escape by writing poems or stories
Other times I'll exercise or go for a walk or bike ride
I always keep myself busy
I'm a perfectionist
Our home is always clean, organized and neat
She knows how well I take care of everything and knows she don't need to lift a finger
The one thing she does is cook ...
This marriage is getting the best of me
All she does is complain, nag, whine and bark orders
I could divorce her
I could up & leave
I'm just lazy I guess
I zone out most of the time
I'll escape by writing poems or stories
Other times I'll exercise or go for a walk or bike ride
I always keep myself busy
I'm a perfectionist
Our home is always clean, organized and neat
She knows how well I take care of everything and knows she don't need to lift a finger
The one thing she does is cook ...
#FeelingTrapped
#fiction
#food
#satirical
#wife
103 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 9:28pm
7th Oct 2024 9:28pm
Spooning, Knifing & Forking
My wife only wants me to spoon her when she's hammered
Any other time, she don't want me near
That's ok
I actually despise her and spooning
One night she came home incredibly drunk
She was all over the place
Stumbling, making no sense
Fell backwards into my cabinet
Breaking some heirloom figurines I had from my family
No apology, nothing
My blood was beginning to boil
I yelled at her, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!!!"
I was tired, so I went to bed
Few moments later she came into bed
She was frisky and...
Any other time, she don't want me near
That's ok
I actually despise her and spooning
One night she came home incredibly drunk
She was all over the place
Stumbling, making no sense
Fell backwards into my cabinet
Breaking some heirloom figurines I had from my family
No apology, nothing
My blood was beginning to boil
I yelled at her, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!!!"
I was tired, so I went to bed
Few moments later she came into bed
She was frisky and...
#food
#horror
#murder
#ShortStory
#wife
116 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 9:13pm
25th Sep 2024 9:13pm
How many chemicals can you pronounce that are in your foods?
Hey!
Ever read the ingredients in processed foods sold in the US? It's a laundry list of additives that you probably can't spell, let alone pronounce.
Look at that same item that's being sold in Europe, Australia, New Zealand, Japan, or any other Industrialized country on planet Earth. None of those long, complex words are nowhere to be found in their ingredients.
You may ask yourself, but why...
Well the reason is that the food industry has a very strong lobbying presence in the United States. A lot of times those voices are really heard, and they...
Ever read the ingredients in processed foods sold in the US? It's a laundry list of additives that you probably can't spell, let alone pronounce.
Look at that same item that's being sold in Europe, Australia, New Zealand, Japan, or any other Industrialized country on planet Earth. None of those long, complex words are nowhere to be found in their ingredients.
You may ask yourself, but why...
Well the reason is that the food industry has a very strong lobbying presence in the United States. A lot of times those voices are really heard, and they...
#corruption
#food
#greed
#illness
#MentalHealth
137 reads
4 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
24th Sep 2024 11:27pm
24th Sep 2024 11:27pm
Ease of Autumn
In Hills where the mist meets the gold of the trees
Lived a Bavarian lord, with a heart set at ease
The chill of the autumn had kissed the bright land
And the fruits of the season were ripe by his hand
His manor stood high, with its windows aglow
Scent of the harvest crept soft through the snow
The vineyards hung heavy, the apples were sweet
The fields rich with pumpkins lay under his feet
With a laugh in his throat and his stein raised high
He welcomed the dusk, under crisp autumn sky
His dunkel was poured, dark and full...
Lived a Bavarian lord, with a heart set at ease
The chill of the autumn had kissed the bright land
And the fruits of the season were ripe by his hand
His manor stood high, with its windows aglow
Scent of the harvest crept soft through the snow
The vineyards hung heavy, the apples were sweet
The fields rich with pumpkins lay under his feet
With a laugh in his throat and his stein raised high
He welcomed the dusk, under crisp autumn sky
His dunkel was poured, dark and full...
#alcohol
#fall
#food
#narrative
#rhyming
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
16th Sep 2024 9:43pm
16th Sep 2024 9:43pm
Ugly Babies Make Wonderful Stories
One day a dog bit the index finger of his master
the dog ran off with a bloody finger,
before the master could catch him
The dog came to a river and went onto a wooden dock
the dog looked down into the water
he saw another dog with a bloody finger and a shadow of a man behind him
the dog had no idea what he was seeing
The master grabbed the dog by the collar,
wrestled with the dog for several minutes
the dog dropped the finger out of his mouth
the master picked up his mangled, chewed up index finger,
and went back home
...
the dog ran off with a bloody finger,
before the master could catch him
The dog came to a river and went onto a wooden dock
the dog looked down into the water
he saw another dog with a bloody finger and a shadow of a man behind him
the dog had no idea what he was seeing
The master grabbed the dog by the collar,
wrestled with the dog for several minutes
the dog dropped the finger out of his mouth
the master picked up his mangled, chewed up index finger,
and went back home
...
#dogs
#fiction
#food
#funny
#respect
161 reads
6 Comments
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