Long Poems About Food
#food
oskar
Poem Published
25th Dec 2023 10:20am
25th Dec 2023 10:20am
russia, my lovely
Russia, my lovely
Why do I remember this now on a Christmas day
galley boy on a tank ship that was old in 1956
as the youngest of the crew of mostly middle-aged men
it is safe to assume I'm the only one left alive.
The ship arrived late at the port I have long forgotten its name, we had been stuck by drifting ice and only the Russians could come to free us.
A large icebreaker came and got us out of the mess
it appears the winter that year had been hard,
the elderly
said it was because a long war had upset the weather pattern, the cook, who...
Why do I remember this now on a Christmas day
galley boy on a tank ship that was old in 1956
as the youngest of the crew of mostly middle-aged men
it is safe to assume I'm the only one left alive.
The ship arrived late at the port I have long forgotten its name, we had been stuck by drifting ice and only the Russians could come to free us.
A large icebreaker came and got us out of the mess
it appears the winter that year had been hard,
the elderly
said it was because a long war had upset the weather pattern, the cook, who...
#alcohol
#food
#tea
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
10th Nov 2023 2:35am
10th Nov 2023 2:35am
We Are Our Own Creation
I’m standing at the ground level of existence
Looking around at the ridges and mounds of persistence
The erosion of my depression has terra formed the mounts
I attempt to climb the levels between needs and wants
Each level is sow with a different version of my pain
From row to row I choose to reap me again and again
Calluses built, nails broken, as I climb between levels
At the base, life wasn’t acknowledged as I lied with the devil
But he had no use for humans and he screamed, “fuck earth”
Hahaha, he pissed on nothing, and asked me...
Looking around at the ridges and mounds of persistence
The erosion of my depression has terra formed the mounts
I attempt to climb the levels between needs and wants
Each level is sow with a different version of my pain
From row to row I choose to reap me again and again
Calluses built, nails broken, as I climb between levels
At the base, life wasn’t acknowledged as I lied with the devil
But he had no use for humans and he screamed, “fuck earth”
Hahaha, he pissed on nothing, and asked me...
#corruption
#pollution
#nature
#food
#humankind
314 reads
12 Comments
Cocktavius
Poem Published
15th Sep 2023 5:07am
15th Sep 2023 5:07am
The Panda Express
#love
#lust
#food
#temptation
#orgasm
188 reads
1 Comment
cabcool
Poem Published
7th Sep 2023 11:03pm
7th Sep 2023 11:03pm
seed begging bread
for when you die
a piece of me
lies in the ground
and though i live
the missing bit
cannot be found.
the bread on which
i gorge myself
sweet on my tongue ...
a piece of me
lies in the ground
and though i live
the missing bit
cannot be found.
the bread on which
i gorge myself
sweet on my tongue ...
#kindness
#food
#redemption
#inequality
#poverty
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2 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
28th May 2023 11:57pm
28th May 2023 11:57pm
The Schoolboys and the Rastafarian Men
Two schoolboys, Dan and Josh, attended the Independent City All Age School in St. Catherine. In the evenings, they used to walk through a cane field near the school when they were going home. Many tall coconut trees bordered the cane field. Dan and Josh would cut sugar cane and pick coconuts to eat. In addition to that, they would carry some sugar cane and coconuts home.
The boys had a big problem. They had to pass a construction site on the way home, and some men who worked there would beg them sugar cane and coconuts. If the boys refused to give the men what they asked...
The boys had a big problem. They had to pass a construction site on the way home, and some men who worked there would beg them sugar cane and coconuts. If the boys refused to give the men what they asked...
#men
#school
#water
#food
#curse
239 reads
2 Comments
eightmore
Poem Published
19th Apr 2023 9:50am
19th Apr 2023 9:50am
Culinary Delight
#sex
#food
#orgasm
370 reads
6 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
21st Mar 2023 2:42am
21st Mar 2023 2:42am
Buju and Johnny Baw
Chapter 1
Father and Son
An elderly man known as Johnny Baw lived with his teenaged son Buju in a run-down house on Wellington Road. They were underprivileged people of the ghetto. Even though Johnny Baw was a strict disciplinarian, Buju was not a well-behaved boy. Moreover, he acted like a clown. Johnny Baw was a retired electrician, but he occasionally did some work. The skilful man had an old, squeaky bicycle that he rode everywhere he went.
Mischievous people in the neighbourhood called Johnny Baw “Lumpis” He did not like that nickname, so he would curse...
Father and Son
An elderly man known as Johnny Baw lived with his teenaged son Buju in a run-down house on Wellington Road. They were underprivileged people of the ghetto. Even though Johnny Baw was a strict disciplinarian, Buju was not a well-behaved boy. Moreover, he acted like a clown. Johnny Baw was a retired electrician, but he occasionally did some work. The skilful man had an old, squeaky bicycle that he rode everywhere he went.
Mischievous people in the neighbourhood called Johnny Baw “Lumpis” He did not like that nickname, so he would curse...
#father
#food
#funny
#poverty
#son
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
27th Dec 2022 3:10am
27th Dec 2022 3:10am
The Copenhagen Mushroom
If I asked you
to name the best thing you've ever eaten
you eyes would likely look upward
your head would tilt slightly
you'd contemplate for a moment
if you are nothing like me
you'd say foie gras
if you are crass
you'd reference an oral sexual act
if you are not passionate about food
in other words, a freak
you might simply shrug
if the connnection
between food and love
predominates for you
you might migrate back in time
to your mother's pot roast
or warm chocolate...
to name the best thing you've ever eaten
you eyes would likely look upward
your head would tilt slightly
you'd contemplate for a moment
if you are nothing like me
you'd say foie gras
if you are crass
you'd reference an oral sexual act
if you are not passionate about food
in other words, a freak
you might simply shrug
if the connnection
between food and love
predominates for you
you might migrate back in time
to your mother's pot roast
or warm chocolate...
#happiness
#food
#memories #travel
#memories #travel
441 reads
16 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Dec 2022 1:11am
25th Dec 2022 1:11am
Honduran Angel
Honduran Angel
“You haven’t cast your shadow in our doorway in two years. But it is Christmas and you are my gift.”
“If I’d waited any longer it might have been too late.”
“You mean I might have moved on. Trust me, I am part of the furniture here. There is no chance of me leaving.”
“No, I meant there is a chance that I might move from this earth.”
“Don’t tell me you would off yourself. You should never have left me. I heal your mind.”
“That never crossed my mind. I have a lump on my forearm.”
“My Mom was a...
“You haven’t cast your shadow in our doorway in two years. But it is Christmas and you are my gift.”
“If I’d waited any longer it might have been too late.”
“You mean I might have moved on. Trust me, I am part of the furniture here. There is no chance of me leaving.”
“No, I meant there is a chance that I might move from this earth.”
“Don’t tell me you would off yourself. You should never have left me. I heal your mind.”
“That never crossed my mind. I have a lump on my forearm.”
“My Mom was a...
#romantic
#dreams
#food
#crush
#cancer
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Nov 2022 8:12pm
7th Nov 2022 8:12pm
Feast
The Feast
The burning of my male longing
My masculine hunger
Insatiable
Only filled by you
My craving to consume you
Completely
Until our corpuscles sail the same stream
Your violin body laid out on the dining table
The curves are exquisitely sensuous
My craving for your sustenance
A heaving tremor from my stomach
To my loins
The tenderness in your warm brown eyes
Saying “I want you to taste me, feed on my life”
Such sweet surrender
In the giving of yourself as my Eucharist ...
The burning of my male longing
My masculine hunger
Insatiable
Only filled by you
My craving to consume you
Completely
Until our corpuscles sail the same stream
Your violin body laid out on the dining table
The curves are exquisitely sensuous
My craving for your sustenance
A heaving tremor from my stomach
To my loins
The tenderness in your warm brown eyes
Saying “I want you to taste me, feed on my life”
Such sweet surrender
In the giving of yourself as my Eucharist ...
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#food
#sensual
578 reads
6 Comments
Sandals
Poem Published
28th Oct 2022 5:59pm
28th Oct 2022 5:59pm
Beef Chunks, Canned Green Giant Green Beans, And Cashews
Ladies and Gentlemen,
This self studied cook is back. Imma thwuggish nigga who have to feed himself and his homies who have fed him. The Imusa Pot 32qt. Is back again. This time for some Green Giant and 40 (7LB.) Bags of Beef Stew Meat(Beef Chunks) Aluv. Let's get started!
-Ingredients For Imusa Pot 32qt.:
-(40) 7lb. Bags of Cashews
-(40) 7lb. Bags of Beef Stew Meat
-(6400) 14 oz. Cans of Green Giant Green Beans
-(200) 16oz. Bottles of Thousand Island Salad Dressing
-(500) 10 oz. Bottles of Soy Sauce
-(500) 10 oz. Bottles of...
This self studied cook is back. Imma thwuggish nigga who have to feed himself and his homies who have fed him. The Imusa Pot 32qt. Is back again. This time for some Green Giant and 40 (7LB.) Bags of Beef Stew Meat(Beef Chunks) Aluv. Let's get started!
-Ingredients For Imusa Pot 32qt.:
-(40) 7lb. Bags of Cashews
-(40) 7lb. Bags of Beef Stew Meat
-(6400) 14 oz. Cans of Green Giant Green Beans
-(200) 16oz. Bottles of Thousand Island Salad Dressing
-(500) 10 oz. Bottles of Soy Sauce
-(500) 10 oz. Bottles of...
#technology
#gothic
#food
#art
#ForbiddenLove
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Sandals
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2022 5:32am
22nd Oct 2022 5:32am
Sliced Boneless Pork Tenderloin Mini Roasts And Yellow Squash
-Ladies and gentlemen the Imusa Pot 32qt. Is back for this one. And, we will be slicing yellow squash with them. So come along for another honest ride!
-Ingredients:
-100 Yellow Squash
-(100) 14oz. Packs of Boneless Pork Tenderloin Roasts
(Ralphs Grocery, Northgate, or El Cuamacuay)
(100) 22 fl oz. Jars of Miracle Whip Mayonnaise
(60) 20 fl oz. Jars of Almond Spread
1 Sharp Knife, 1 Large Cutting Board, 62 Sticks Of Butter, 24 Cups Of Sugar
-Seasonings For Imusa Pot 32qt.:
-5000 Tablespoons of Penzy's Bavarian Seasoning ...
-Ingredients:
-100 Yellow Squash
-(100) 14oz. Packs of Boneless Pork Tenderloin Roasts
(Ralphs Grocery, Northgate, or El Cuamacuay)
(100) 22 fl oz. Jars of Miracle Whip Mayonnaise
(60) 20 fl oz. Jars of Almond Spread
1 Sharp Knife, 1 Large Cutting Board, 62 Sticks Of Butter, 24 Cups Of Sugar
-Seasonings For Imusa Pot 32qt.:
-5000 Tablespoons of Penzy's Bavarian Seasoning ...
#dark
#gothic
#food
#ShortStory
#ForbiddenLove
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