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.
Her
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:02pm
Yesterday 11:02pm
I Eat My Soup With A Fork
I like things that are heathy, substantial
I need to be filled up
Feel full
I like clean eating
And taking care of my body
From my skin
To my inner workings
This temple is pristine
There’s nothing
Fake
Or fragile
About me
No cigarettes, alcohol or drugs
Packaged food, junk food or fast food
I eat my soup with a fork
And fuck like like a savage
But you already know that
Don’t you?
I need to be filled up
Feel full
I like clean eating
And taking care of my body
From my skin
To my inner workings
This temple is pristine
There’s nothing
Fake
Or fragile
About me
No cigarettes, alcohol or drugs
Packaged food, junk food or fast food
I eat my soup with a fork
And fuck like like a savage
But you already know that
Don’t you?
#food
#lust
#dirty #sex
#dirty #sex
117 reads
18 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:52pm
Yesterday 4:52pm
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
21 reads
0 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
56 reads
4 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 4:24pm
21st Feb 2025 4:24pm
Carrots!
I tried
To0 feed
My rabbit
With a carrot
But in the end
I discovered
That electricity
Was
My rabbits'
Best friend!
by Jemia
To0 feed
My rabbit
With a carrot
But in the end
I discovered
That electricity
Was
My rabbits'
Best friend!
by Jemia
#food
#funny
#satirical #sex
#satirical #sex
49 reads
0 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
67 reads
5 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
46 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 1:29am
15th Feb 2025 1:29am
sorry your phone’s broke
older I get
hungry and go
to the café
but it’s not a café
anymore
it’s a bloody mobile phone
repair shop
I wonder
what went
wrong
hungry and go
to the café
but it’s not a café
anymore
it’s a bloody mobile phone
repair shop
I wonder
what went
wrong
#aging
#food
#nostalgia #technology
#nostalgia #technology
61 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 11:57pm
14th Feb 2025 11:57pm
tables too close together
restaurant has an
overwhelming odour of other
peoples’ left overs
like sitting in a kitchen sink
full of unwashed plates
I feel sick
overwhelming odour of other
peoples’ left overs
like sitting in a kitchen sink
full of unwashed plates
I feel sick
#food
58 reads
2 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 5:03pm
12th Feb 2025 5:03pm
Eat Me
Well sorta ..
New Art concept
Place Mats
What do you think ??
New Art concept
Place Mats
What do you think ??
#art
#food
#minimalist
101 reads
14 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 9:28pm
10th Feb 2025 9:28pm
What would you do for a Klondike Bar?
A woman pours gasoline all over herself and her infant child
She lights a match, and the two of them go up in flames in the middle of their playground in town
The reason...Someone asked the woman, "What would you do for a Klondike Bar?
Sucks for her and her infant.
She lights a match, and the two of them go up in flames in the middle of their playground in town
The reason...Someone asked the woman, "What would you do for a Klondike Bar?
Sucks for her and her infant.
#devil
#fire
#food
#satirical
#suicide
87 reads
15 Comments
jenny_way
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 8:07pm
9th Feb 2025 8:07pm
Sometimes I wish I never ate
Sometimes I wish I never ate
Food became pleasure
It’s how I rest
Creeping into the kitchen at 3 am - making a crime
Emptying the fridge, pantry staples
Then pretending innocent when I’m called out
I feel so ashamed that my stomach growls
Maybe it’s a habit to want to eat more?
The resilience of a kind had I had
I’m sure, would not help
I swear to have just a bite
But if I start there’s no stopping
Until I’m full to a state where I can’t move my body
I fall asleep with a thought of
What I’m gonna...
Food became pleasure
It’s how I rest
Creeping into the kitchen at 3 am - making a crime
Emptying the fridge, pantry staples
Then pretending innocent when I’m called out
I feel so ashamed that my stomach growls
Maybe it’s a habit to want to eat more?
The resilience of a kind had I had
I’m sure, would not help
I swear to have just a bite
But if I start there’s no stopping
Until I’m full to a state where I can’t move my body
I fall asleep with a thought of
What I’m gonna...
#dark
#food
52 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 00:18am
5th Feb 2025 00:18am
why he went to the pub
went to the café
but the sign on the door said it
had closed for lunch
but the sign on the door said it
had closed for lunch
#food
66 reads
3 Comments
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