Poems About Food Published by Members Recently Online
#food
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
848 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
848 reads
51 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 12:53pm
7th Dec 2024 12:53pm
Wild Blackberries
Blackberries visual entry
#childhood
#food
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
386 reads
18 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 12:53pm
7th Dec 2024 12:53pm
Wild Blackberries
Blackberries visual entry
#childhood
#food
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
386 reads
18 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 12:53pm
7th Dec 2024 12:53pm
Wild Blackberries
Blackberries visual entry
#childhood
#food
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
386 reads
18 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 12:53pm
7th Dec 2024 12:53pm
Wild Blackberries
Blackberries visual entry
#childhood
#food
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
386 reads
18 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
175 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
175 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
175 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
175 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
175 reads
2 Comments
marina2020
Rain Woman
Rain Woman
Poem Published
17th Jul 2019 5:57pm
17th Jul 2019 5:57pm
Music and Cookies
The beat flows through me
as I dance around the kitchen
singing at the top of my lungs
Using the spatula as a mic
not staying still for a moment
and testing the cookie dough with a smile
Putting the cookies in the oven
turning up Elton Johns Crocodile Rock
And flailing my limbs like crazy
Starting to smell the banana and chocolate
knowing these cookies are going to taste delicious
finally taking them out and trying my creation
This moment is perfect
in my own little world
not worrying about anything...
as I dance around the kitchen
singing at the top of my lungs
Using the spatula as a mic
not staying still for a moment
and testing the cookie dough with a smile
Putting the cookies in the oven
turning up Elton Johns Crocodile Rock
And flailing my limbs like crazy
Starting to smell the banana and chocolate
knowing these cookies are going to taste delicious
finally taking them out and trying my creation
This moment is perfect
in my own little world
not worrying about anything...
#happiness
#food
#uplifting
565 reads
3 Comments
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