Poems About Food Published by Members Recently Online
#food
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
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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
Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
19th May 2024 3:54am
19th May 2024 3:54am
Food
I hate you
I’ve said it so many times, I think some days I might lose count.
I hate the way you make me feel, and I hate how empty I become when I eat.
I hate all the trouble you’ve caused me, and I hate when you used to slither your way up my throat in the midst of the night, hidden behind running steam showers and war cry Metallica playlists.
I hate that I have to consume you in the first place, and I hate you even more when I realize that my dinner is above a thousand calories.
I hate what you’ve turned me into, because I was never this bad in the first...
I’ve said it so many times, I think some days I might lose count.
I hate the way you make me feel, and I hate how empty I become when I eat.
I hate all the trouble you’ve caused me, and I hate when you used to slither your way up my throat in the midst of the night, hidden behind running steam showers and war cry Metallica playlists.
I hate that I have to consume you in the first place, and I hate you even more when I realize that my dinner is above a thousand calories.
I hate what you’ve turned me into, because I was never this bad in the first...
#EatingDisorder
#food
259 reads
2 Comments
Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
19th May 2024 3:54am
19th May 2024 3:54am
Food
I hate you
I’ve said it so many times, I think some days I might lose count.
I hate the way you make me feel, and I hate how empty I become when I eat.
I hate all the trouble you’ve caused me, and I hate when you used to slither your way up my throat in the midst of the night, hidden behind running steam showers and war cry Metallica playlists.
I hate that I have to consume you in the first place, and I hate you even more when I realize that my dinner is above a thousand calories.
I hate what you’ve turned me into, because I was never this bad in the first...
I’ve said it so many times, I think some days I might lose count.
I hate the way you make me feel, and I hate how empty I become when I eat.
I hate all the trouble you’ve caused me, and I hate when you used to slither your way up my throat in the midst of the night, hidden behind running steam showers and war cry Metallica playlists.
I hate that I have to consume you in the first place, and I hate you even more when I realize that my dinner is above a thousand calories.
I hate what you’ve turned me into, because I was never this bad in the first...
#EatingDisorder
#food
259 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
24th Sep 2024 11:27pm
24th Sep 2024 11:27pm
Ease of Autumn
In Hills where the mist meets the gold of the trees
Lived a Bavarian lord, with a heart set at ease
The chill of the autumn had kissed the bright land
And the fruits of the season were ripe by his hand
His manor stood high, with its windows aglow
Scent of the harvest crept soft through the snow
The vineyards hung heavy, the apples were sweet
The fields rich with pumpkins lay under his feet
With a laugh in his throat and his stein raised high
He welcomed the dusk, under crisp autumn sky
His dunkel was poured, dark and full...
Lived a Bavarian lord, with a heart set at ease
The chill of the autumn had kissed the bright land
And the fruits of the season were ripe by his hand
His manor stood high, with its windows aglow
Scent of the harvest crept soft through the snow
The vineyards hung heavy, the apples were sweet
The fields rich with pumpkins lay under his feet
With a laugh in his throat and his stein raised high
He welcomed the dusk, under crisp autumn sky
His dunkel was poured, dark and full...
#alcohol
#fall
#food
#narrative
#rhyming
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
24th Sep 2024 11:27pm
24th Sep 2024 11:27pm
Ease of Autumn
In Hills where the mist meets the gold of the trees
Lived a Bavarian lord, with a heart set at ease
The chill of the autumn had kissed the bright land
And the fruits of the season were ripe by his hand
His manor stood high, with its windows aglow
Scent of the harvest crept soft through the snow
The vineyards hung heavy, the apples were sweet
The fields rich with pumpkins lay under his feet
With a laugh in his throat and his stein raised high
He welcomed the dusk, under crisp autumn sky
His dunkel was poured, dark and full...
Lived a Bavarian lord, with a heart set at ease
The chill of the autumn had kissed the bright land
And the fruits of the season were ripe by his hand
His manor stood high, with its windows aglow
Scent of the harvest crept soft through the snow
The vineyards hung heavy, the apples were sweet
The fields rich with pumpkins lay under his feet
With a laugh in his throat and his stein raised high
He welcomed the dusk, under crisp autumn sky
His dunkel was poured, dark and full...
#alcohol
#fall
#food
#narrative
#rhyming
64 reads
0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
24th Sep 2024 11:27pm
24th Sep 2024 11:27pm
Ease of Autumn
In Hills where the mist meets the gold of the trees
Lived a Bavarian lord, with a heart set at ease
The chill of the autumn had kissed the bright land
And the fruits of the season were ripe by his hand
His manor stood high, with its windows aglow
Scent of the harvest crept soft through the snow
The vineyards hung heavy, the apples were sweet
The fields rich with pumpkins lay under his feet
With a laugh in his throat and his stein raised high
He welcomed the dusk, under crisp autumn sky
His dunkel was poured, dark and full...
Lived a Bavarian lord, with a heart set at ease
The chill of the autumn had kissed the bright land
And the fruits of the season were ripe by his hand
His manor stood high, with its windows aglow
Scent of the harvest crept soft through the snow
The vineyards hung heavy, the apples were sweet
The fields rich with pumpkins lay under his feet
With a laugh in his throat and his stein raised high
He welcomed the dusk, under crisp autumn sky
His dunkel was poured, dark and full...
#alcohol
#fall
#food
#narrative
#rhyming
64 reads
0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
24th Sep 2024 11:27pm
24th Sep 2024 11:27pm
Ease of Autumn
In Hills where the mist meets the gold of the trees
Lived a Bavarian lord, with a heart set at ease
The chill of the autumn had kissed the bright land
And the fruits of the season were ripe by his hand
His manor stood high, with its windows aglow
Scent of the harvest crept soft through the snow
The vineyards hung heavy, the apples were sweet
The fields rich with pumpkins lay under his feet
With a laugh in his throat and his stein raised high
He welcomed the dusk, under crisp autumn sky
His dunkel was poured, dark and full...
Lived a Bavarian lord, with a heart set at ease
The chill of the autumn had kissed the bright land
And the fruits of the season were ripe by his hand
His manor stood high, with its windows aglow
Scent of the harvest crept soft through the snow
The vineyards hung heavy, the apples were sweet
The fields rich with pumpkins lay under his feet
With a laugh in his throat and his stein raised high
He welcomed the dusk, under crisp autumn sky
His dunkel was poured, dark and full...
#alcohol
#fall
#food
#narrative
#rhyming
64 reads
0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
24th Sep 2024 11:27pm
24th Sep 2024 11:27pm
Ease of Autumn
In Hills where the mist meets the gold of the trees
Lived a Bavarian lord, with a heart set at ease
The chill of the autumn had kissed the bright land
And the fruits of the season were ripe by his hand
His manor stood high, with its windows aglow
Scent of the harvest crept soft through the snow
The vineyards hung heavy, the apples were sweet
The fields rich with pumpkins lay under his feet
With a laugh in his throat and his stein raised high
He welcomed the dusk, under crisp autumn sky
His dunkel was poured, dark and full...
Lived a Bavarian lord, with a heart set at ease
The chill of the autumn had kissed the bright land
And the fruits of the season were ripe by his hand
His manor stood high, with its windows aglow
Scent of the harvest crept soft through the snow
The vineyards hung heavy, the apples were sweet
The fields rich with pumpkins lay under his feet
With a laugh in his throat and his stein raised high
He welcomed the dusk, under crisp autumn sky
His dunkel was poured, dark and full...
#alcohol
#fall
#food
#narrative
#rhyming
64 reads
0 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
12th Aug 2024 2:42pm
12th Aug 2024 2:42pm
Workplace Lunchtime, a Haiku
Eating tangy sweets.
Reading Agatha Christie.
A half hour's joy.
Reading Agatha Christie.
A half hour's joy.
#books
#food
#job #TimeHeals
#job #TimeHeals
94 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
12th Aug 2024 2:42pm
12th Aug 2024 2:42pm
Workplace Lunchtime, a Haiku
Eating tangy sweets.
Reading Agatha Christie.
A half hour's joy.
Reading Agatha Christie.
A half hour's joy.
#books
#food
#job #TimeHeals
#job #TimeHeals
94 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
12th Aug 2024 2:42pm
12th Aug 2024 2:42pm
Workplace Lunchtime, a Haiku
Eating tangy sweets.
Reading Agatha Christie.
A half hour's joy.
Reading Agatha Christie.
A half hour's joy.
#books
#food
#job #TimeHeals
#job #TimeHeals
94 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Food Published by Members Recently Online
