Poems About Food Published by Members Recently Online
#food
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
92 reads
14 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
92 reads
14 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
92 reads
14 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
157 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
157 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
157 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
157 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
157 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 7:54pm
24th Dec 2024 7:54pm
Salmagundi
There once was a punk who used to treat
his girlfriends to all kinds of meat,
but changed his diet when
he money shot a wren...
with bacon bits substituting skeet:)
his girlfriends to all kinds of meat,
but changed his diet when
he money shot a wren...
with bacon bits substituting skeet:)
#food
178 reads
6 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
6th Apr 2022 2:09pm
6th Apr 2022 2:09pm
My Sweet Asparagus
With parmesan cheese
on love's crockery plate
giving meaning to life
with whispers on the side
of Hollandaise sauce,
sweet asparagus
baked at 375 in the oven
for ten minutes
with pepper and salt
served with Sauvignon Blanc
on love's crockery plate
giving meaning to life
with whispers on the side
of Hollandaise sauce,
sweet asparagus
baked at 375 in the oven
for ten minutes
with pepper and salt
served with Sauvignon Blanc
#food
332 reads
5 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
18th Apr 2024 9:00pm
18th Apr 2024 9:00pm
You are the sweetest ingredient...
Hair smells like cinnamon,
skin is as soft as butter.
arching my back, adding curves
Intoxicating mixtures.
Forest honey is on the lips,
And flour, like tenderness,
All plays in the hands,
Turns into dough.
I bake something special,
out of my love and feelings.
I sprinkle beauty...
that I kept for you.
The aroma is incomparable,
I will mix smiles in it.
This dish has a special taste,
I add soul...
All the warmth and care,
an amber ray of sunshine.
Mixing in key lime zest...
I am so tart. ...
skin is as soft as butter.
arching my back, adding curves
Intoxicating mixtures.
Forest honey is on the lips,
And flour, like tenderness,
All plays in the hands,
Turns into dough.
I bake something special,
out of my love and feelings.
I sprinkle beauty...
that I kept for you.
The aroma is incomparable,
I will mix smiles in it.
This dish has a special taste,
I add soul...
All the warmth and care,
an amber ray of sunshine.
Mixing in key lime zest...
I am so tart. ...
#food
#love
#men
#passion
#sexy
797 reads
51 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
18th Apr 2024 9:00pm
18th Apr 2024 9:00pm
You are the sweetest ingredient...
Hair smells like cinnamon,
skin is as soft as butter.
arching my back, adding curves
Intoxicating mixtures.
Forest honey is on the lips,
And flour, like tenderness,
All plays in the hands,
Turns into dough.
I bake something special,
out of my love and feelings.
I sprinkle beauty...
that I kept for you.
The aroma is incomparable,
I will mix smiles in it.
This dish has a special taste,
I add soul...
All the warmth and care,
an amber ray of sunshine.
Mixing in key lime zest...
I am so tart. ...
skin is as soft as butter.
arching my back, adding curves
Intoxicating mixtures.
Forest honey is on the lips,
And flour, like tenderness,
All plays in the hands,
Turns into dough.
I bake something special,
out of my love and feelings.
I sprinkle beauty...
that I kept for you.
The aroma is incomparable,
I will mix smiles in it.
This dish has a special taste,
I add soul...
All the warmth and care,
an amber ray of sunshine.
Mixing in key lime zest...
I am so tart. ...
#food
#love
#men
#passion
#sexy
797 reads
51 Comments
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