Poems About Food Published by Members Recently Online
#food
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 7:01pm
22nd Sep 2024 7:01pm
The Road to Pastrami
I don't need a guru
I've no use for a swami
I just need a trip back home
to find the best pastrami
The Jewish delis of my childhood
gleaming buckets of sauerkraut
pastrami so hot it steamed the bread,
sharp-crusted rye, without a doubt
Frilly toothpicks
red or blue
secured the mountains of beef
so much food, but I could eat it all
to exactly no one's relief
Maybe it's just stupidity
but I'm craving Miami's humidity
I want the ocean and the burning sand
I want to reexplore my childhood land
...
I've no use for a swami
I just need a trip back home
to find the best pastrami
The Jewish delis of my childhood
gleaming buckets of sauerkraut
pastrami so hot it steamed the bread,
sharp-crusted rye, without a doubt
Frilly toothpicks
red or blue
secured the mountains of beef
so much food, but I could eat it all
to exactly no one's relief
Maybe it's just stupidity
but I'm craving Miami's humidity
I want the ocean and the burning sand
I want to reexplore my childhood land
...
#childhood
#food
#nostalgia #passion
#nostalgia #passion
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15 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 7:01pm
22nd Sep 2024 7:01pm
The Road to Pastrami
I don't need a guru
I've no use for a swami
I just need a trip back home
to find the best pastrami
The Jewish delis of my childhood
gleaming buckets of sauerkraut
pastrami so hot it steamed the bread,
sharp-crusted rye, without a doubt
Frilly toothpicks
red or blue
secured the mountains of beef
so much food, but I could eat it all
to exactly no one's relief
Maybe it's just stupidity
but I'm craving Miami's humidity
I want the ocean and the burning sand
I want to reexplore my childhood land
...
I've no use for a swami
I just need a trip back home
to find the best pastrami
The Jewish delis of my childhood
gleaming buckets of sauerkraut
pastrami so hot it steamed the bread,
sharp-crusted rye, without a doubt
Frilly toothpicks
red or blue
secured the mountains of beef
so much food, but I could eat it all
to exactly no one's relief
Maybe it's just stupidity
but I'm craving Miami's humidity
I want the ocean and the burning sand
I want to reexplore my childhood land
...
#childhood
#food
#nostalgia #passion
#nostalgia #passion
134 reads
15 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
5th Jun 2021 2:07pm
5th Jun 2021 2:07pm
THE TASTE WAS DELICIOUS
I had often
thought about
how it would
taste, what
the texture
would feel
like in my mouth;
would it be
sweet, bitter,
or maybe salty.
I thought it
over and bought
a piece of octopus
from a street vendor;
to my surprise
The taste was delicious.
Have you ever
been surprised by
a new taste?
thought about
how it would
taste, what
the texture
would feel
like in my mouth;
would it be
sweet, bitter,
or maybe salty.
I thought it
over and bought
a piece of octopus
from a street vendor;
to my surprise
The taste was delicious.
Have you ever
been surprised by
a new taste?
#alcohol
#coffee
#food #tea
#food #tea
381 reads
4 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
5th Jun 2021 2:07pm
5th Jun 2021 2:07pm
THE TASTE WAS DELICIOUS
I had often
thought about
how it would
taste, what
the texture
would feel
like in my mouth;
would it be
sweet, bitter,
or maybe salty.
I thought it
over and bought
a piece of octopus
from a street vendor;
to my surprise
The taste was delicious.
Have you ever
been surprised by
a new taste?
thought about
how it would
taste, what
the texture
would feel
like in my mouth;
would it be
sweet, bitter,
or maybe salty.
I thought it
over and bought
a piece of octopus
from a street vendor;
to my surprise
The taste was delicious.
Have you ever
been surprised by
a new taste?
#alcohol
#coffee
#food #tea
#food #tea
381 reads
4 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
5th Jun 2021 2:07pm
5th Jun 2021 2:07pm
THE TASTE WAS DELICIOUS
I had often
thought about
how it would
taste, what
the texture
would feel
like in my mouth;
would it be
sweet, bitter,
or maybe salty.
I thought it
over and bought
a piece of octopus
from a street vendor;
to my surprise
The taste was delicious.
Have you ever
been surprised by
a new taste?
thought about
how it would
taste, what
the texture
would feel
like in my mouth;
would it be
sweet, bitter,
or maybe salty.
I thought it
over and bought
a piece of octopus
from a street vendor;
to my surprise
The taste was delicious.
Have you ever
been surprised by
a new taste?
#alcohol
#coffee
#food #tea
#food #tea
381 reads
4 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
5th Jun 2021 2:07pm
5th Jun 2021 2:07pm
THE TASTE WAS DELICIOUS
I had often
thought about
how it would
taste, what
the texture
would feel
like in my mouth;
would it be
sweet, bitter,
or maybe salty.
I thought it
over and bought
a piece of octopus
from a street vendor;
to my surprise
The taste was delicious.
Have you ever
been surprised by
a new taste?
thought about
how it would
taste, what
the texture
would feel
like in my mouth;
would it be
sweet, bitter,
or maybe salty.
I thought it
over and bought
a piece of octopus
from a street vendor;
to my surprise
The taste was delicious.
Have you ever
been surprised by
a new taste?
#alcohol
#coffee
#food #tea
#food #tea
381 reads
4 Comments
bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 00:32am
23rd Dec 2024 00:32am
Nobody Died Today
nobody died today so I
could have another meal
no birds were caged or throats were cut,
what is not seen is real
brutality and cruelty
kids taken from their mothers,
the horrors of the slaughterhouse
are not for animal lovers -
nobody died today so I
could steal and wear their skins
no feathers were plucked, no one was trucked
it's now time we begin
to get rid of the fear and panic
which becomes us every time
we ignore the pain and suffering
simply because it's not mine -
nobody died today...
could have another meal
no birds were caged or throats were cut,
what is not seen is real
brutality and cruelty
kids taken from their mothers,
the horrors of the slaughterhouse
are not for animal lovers -
nobody died today so I
could steal and wear their skins
no feathers were plucked, no one was trucked
it's now time we begin
to get rid of the fear and panic
which becomes us every time
we ignore the pain and suffering
simply because it's not mine -
nobody died today...
#food
32 reads
0 Comments
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
13th Jan 2020 8:50pm
13th Jan 2020 8:50pm
WE ARE PICKLES
We are pickles-pickles...
We can hear the hungry whistles
Cause we are pickles-pickles...
The race to grab our jumbo green
We got many many pimples.
But we promise we are very clean
We can give your smile some dimples.
We are pickles-pickles...
You can buy us with just nickles.
Cause we are pickles-pickles...
We love the vinegar we live in.
It's what makes us very sour.
Pick any of us cause any is a win-win.
You'll be craving us every hour.
We are pickles-pickles....
We can spoil you with many tickles ...
We can hear the hungry whistles
Cause we are pickles-pickles...
The race to grab our jumbo green
We got many many pimples.
But we promise we are very clean
We can give your smile some dimples.
We are pickles-pickles...
You can buy us with just nickles.
Cause we are pickles-pickles...
We love the vinegar we live in.
It's what makes us very sour.
Pick any of us cause any is a win-win.
You'll be craving us every hour.
We are pickles-pickles....
We can spoil you with many tickles ...
#children
#food
#lyrics
518 reads
11 Comments
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
13th Jan 2020 8:50pm
13th Jan 2020 8:50pm
WE ARE PICKLES
We are pickles-pickles...
We can hear the hungry whistles
Cause we are pickles-pickles...
The race to grab our jumbo green
We got many many pimples.
But we promise we are very clean
We can give your smile some dimples.
We are pickles-pickles...
You can buy us with just nickles.
Cause we are pickles-pickles...
We love the vinegar we live in.
It's what makes us very sour.
Pick any of us cause any is a win-win.
You'll be craving us every hour.
We are pickles-pickles....
We can spoil you with many tickles ...
We can hear the hungry whistles
Cause we are pickles-pickles...
The race to grab our jumbo green
We got many many pimples.
But we promise we are very clean
We can give your smile some dimples.
We are pickles-pickles...
You can buy us with just nickles.
Cause we are pickles-pickles...
We love the vinegar we live in.
It's what makes us very sour.
Pick any of us cause any is a win-win.
You'll be craving us every hour.
We are pickles-pickles....
We can spoil you with many tickles ...
#children
#food
#lyrics
518 reads
11 Comments
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
13th Jan 2020 8:50pm
13th Jan 2020 8:50pm
WE ARE PICKLES
We are pickles-pickles...
We can hear the hungry whistles
Cause we are pickles-pickles...
The race to grab our jumbo green
We got many many pimples.
But we promise we are very clean
We can give your smile some dimples.
We are pickles-pickles...
You can buy us with just nickles.
Cause we are pickles-pickles...
We love the vinegar we live in.
It's what makes us very sour.
Pick any of us cause any is a win-win.
You'll be craving us every hour.
We are pickles-pickles....
We can spoil you with many tickles ...
We can hear the hungry whistles
Cause we are pickles-pickles...
The race to grab our jumbo green
We got many many pimples.
But we promise we are very clean
We can give your smile some dimples.
We are pickles-pickles...
You can buy us with just nickles.
Cause we are pickles-pickles...
We love the vinegar we live in.
It's what makes us very sour.
Pick any of us cause any is a win-win.
You'll be craving us every hour.
We are pickles-pickles....
We can spoil you with many tickles ...
#children
#food
#lyrics
518 reads
11 Comments
asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
24th Sep 2022 6:53am
24th Sep 2022 6:53am
incandescent
There is a stranger
In the filament,
I turn the light off
But
He is still there
Waiting for me to turn the light back on
I leave the room.
In the sun
The plants wilt
And I forget to water them
And the leaves brown
I leave the room.
There is a scent of cooking
Meat on the rack
Vegetables on skewers
They burn and char and blacken
I leave the room.
In the filament,
I turn the light off
But
He is still there
Waiting for me to turn the light back on
I leave the room.
In the sun
The plants wilt
And I forget to water them
And the leaves brown
I leave the room.
There is a scent of cooking
Meat on the rack
Vegetables on skewers
They burn and char and blacken
I leave the room.
#food
#mystery
262 reads
3 Comments
asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
24th Sep 2022 6:53am
24th Sep 2022 6:53am
incandescent
There is a stranger
In the filament,
I turn the light off
But
He is still there
Waiting for me to turn the light back on
I leave the room.
In the sun
The plants wilt
And I forget to water them
And the leaves brown
I leave the room.
There is a scent of cooking
Meat on the rack
Vegetables on skewers
They burn and char and blacken
I leave the room.
In the filament,
I turn the light off
But
He is still there
Waiting for me to turn the light back on
I leave the room.
In the sun
The plants wilt
And I forget to water them
And the leaves brown
I leave the room.
There is a scent of cooking
Meat on the rack
Vegetables on skewers
They burn and char and blacken
I leave the room.
#food
#mystery
262 reads
3 Comments
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