Poems About Food Published by Members Recently Online
#food
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
24th May 2024 00:34am
24th May 2024 00:34am
Kitchen Romance
Softly
I breathe broken French
As we dance,
Unlovely,
Round each other
In the kitchen;
Cleaning
Scattered dishes
And worn knifes
And plates with the echoes
Of glorious feast;
And we move
So ungracefully,
Four left feet
Accidentally in
One another’s way
At every other step
But I persist:
‘Mon petit Chou’
(From school days)
And:
‘Je t’adore…
(a la folie)’
***
At length,
With the drudgery done,
She grabs my shirt
And backs to the...
I breathe broken French
As we dance,
Unlovely,
Round each other
In the kitchen;
Cleaning
Scattered dishes
And worn knifes
And plates with the echoes
Of glorious feast;
And we move
So ungracefully,
Four left feet
Accidentally in
One another’s way
At every other step
But I persist:
‘Mon petit Chou’
(From school days)
And:
‘Je t’adore…
(a la folie)’
***
At length,
With the drudgery done,
She grabs my shirt
And backs to the...
#food
#lover
121 reads
4 Comments
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
24th May 2024 00:34am
24th May 2024 00:34am
Kitchen Romance
Softly
I breathe broken French
As we dance,
Unlovely,
Round each other
In the kitchen;
Cleaning
Scattered dishes
And worn knifes
And plates with the echoes
Of glorious feast;
And we move
So ungracefully,
Four left feet
Accidentally in
One another’s way
At every other step
But I persist:
‘Mon petit Chou’
(From school days)
And:
‘Je t’adore…
(a la folie)’
***
At length,
With the drudgery done,
She grabs my shirt
And backs to the...
I breathe broken French
As we dance,
Unlovely,
Round each other
In the kitchen;
Cleaning
Scattered dishes
And worn knifes
And plates with the echoes
Of glorious feast;
And we move
So ungracefully,
Four left feet
Accidentally in
One another’s way
At every other step
But I persist:
‘Mon petit Chou’
(From school days)
And:
‘Je t’adore…
(a la folie)’
***
At length,
With the drudgery done,
She grabs my shirt
And backs to the...
#food
#lover
121 reads
4 Comments
JiltedJohnny
Poem Published
6th May 2022 10:29am
6th May 2022 10:29am
Sea kale
Just now
I’ve planted sea kale
A present from an English friend
With a flood
From the hose
In our allotment garden
W6mei2022
Sea kale can handle brackish water and tastes delicious!
Kind regards, Gus
I’ve planted sea kale
A present from an English friend
With a flood
From the hose
In our allotment garden
W6mei2022
Sea kale can handle brackish water and tastes delicious!
Kind regards, Gus
#hope
#food
340 reads
1 Comment
JiltedJohnny
Poem Published
6th May 2022 10:29am
6th May 2022 10:29am
Sea kale
Just now
I’ve planted sea kale
A present from an English friend
With a flood
From the hose
In our allotment garden
W6mei2022
Sea kale can handle brackish water and tastes delicious!
Kind regards, Gus
I’ve planted sea kale
A present from an English friend
With a flood
From the hose
In our allotment garden
W6mei2022
Sea kale can handle brackish water and tastes delicious!
Kind regards, Gus
#hope
#food
340 reads
1 Comment
Abracadabra
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 7:43am
13th Sep 2024 7:43am
Growing Your Own
I popped down to the meaty tree
to pick myself a steak
on the way I waved at cows
busy surfing by the lake
Since the foodie revolution
they haven't much to do
They'd like to learn a language
but their only word is moo
All the butcher shops have vanished
queues for lamb chops are no more
and if your crave is sausages
they grow up through the floor
When you're aching for full English
bacon blossoms taste divine
I collect them in the hedgerows
and...
to pick myself a steak
on the way I waved at cows
busy surfing by the lake
Since the foodie revolution
they haven't much to do
They'd like to learn a language
but their only word is moo
All the butcher shops have vanished
queues for lamb chops are no more
and if your crave is sausages
they grow up through the floor
When you're aching for full English
bacon blossoms taste divine
I collect them in the hedgerows
and...
#food
#unicorns
96 reads
4 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 7:43am
13th Sep 2024 7:43am
Growing Your Own
I popped down to the meaty tree
to pick myself a steak
on the way I waved at cows
busy surfing by the lake
Since the foodie revolution
they haven't much to do
They'd like to learn a language
but their only word is moo
All the butcher shops have vanished
queues for lamb chops are no more
and if your crave is sausages
they grow up through the floor
When you're aching for full English
bacon blossoms taste divine
I collect them in the hedgerows
and...
to pick myself a steak
on the way I waved at cows
busy surfing by the lake
Since the foodie revolution
they haven't much to do
They'd like to learn a language
but their only word is moo
All the butcher shops have vanished
queues for lamb chops are no more
and if your crave is sausages
they grow up through the floor
When you're aching for full English
bacon blossoms taste divine
I collect them in the hedgerows
and...
#food
#unicorns
96 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
9th Feb 2024 2:50pm
9th Feb 2024 2:50pm
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
114 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
9th Feb 2024 2:50pm
9th Feb 2024 2:50pm
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
114 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
9th Feb 2024 2:50pm
9th Feb 2024 2:50pm
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
114 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
9th Feb 2024 2:50pm
9th Feb 2024 2:50pm
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
114 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
9th Feb 2024 2:50pm
9th Feb 2024 2:50pm
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
114 reads
2 Comments
cheesa
Poem Published
26th Nov 2017 6:36pm
26th Nov 2017 6:36pm
Next friday
The sun's coming up and I'm going down
The high wears off and I'm bed bound
Pour me a drink and have me a smoke
Thoughts run wild whilst I take a toke
Bathroom trips and stale air
Next day headache but I don't care
Greasy food and a beer I'll be ok
Hope I'm recovered for next friday
The high wears off and I'm bed bound
Pour me a drink and have me a smoke
Thoughts run wild whilst I take a toke
Bathroom trips and stale air
Next day headache but I don't care
Greasy food and a beer I'll be ok
Hope I'm recovered for next friday
#alcohol
#marijuana
#food #travel
#food #travel
703 reads
2 Comments
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