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Food Evil Poems | Evil Poems About Food

These Food Evil poems are examples of Evil poems about Food. These are the best examples of Food Evil poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Cream Puffs, Pies, And Chocolate Brownies



Cream puffs, pies, and chocolate brownies Should surely be banned from the planet They have no real value, no redeeming factor We stuff our faces like gannets Moms always says, “Johnie's got a sweet tooth” So when he chows down like a pig It gives him the okay to eat gobs of this stuff Till he no longer can dance a jig Now there ain't nuttin' bad 'bout being obese Some very famous people are blimps Won't name them here for the fear of a lawsuit It would leave me tattered and limp But cream puffs, pies, and chocolate brownies Are delicious morning, noon, and night For breakfast, lunch, or important meetings They're evil but such a delight! © Jack Ellison 2013


Details | Quatern |

In a dark, dark room

In A Dark, Dark Room

Tormented in a dark, dark room--
Smelling the foulness in the ground;
Flickering shadows in the gloom
That feed upon me, all around

Bound hand and foot, with neck exposed,
Tormented in a dark, dark room,
I only slept, when coffins closed,
With nightmares of impending doom.

I heard above a muffled boom
My eyes assaulted by the light
Tormented in a dark, dark room
Never more will I fear the night

I signed on with Van Helsings Free,
Hunting vampires from tomb to tomb.
I rescue others, lost like me--
Tormented in a dark, dark room


Details | Rhyme |

The Gift of Food Sack


A gift of survival bag with goods and food
Thanks to the God you offered to my hand 
In the competitive queue I came forward
I was registered, when the name is called

Nobody knows but somebody knows 
That all are poor and world in refugees
Mixed colors and different tongues are noised
While all are paying attention to each of names

Men women indifferent and some with kids
Hope of interests is something hidden smiles 
Trying to overtake before the time comes
But the frame of church flexible rule shows

With my bag and my friend I came out
He reminded me that I did not find out
Variety of food we carefully sorted out
Expiry dates elapsed and  I was going out

In a day or two, if I will not finish
Nothing will happen I know its truth
I ate for the day as much as fresh
Thank to the God that it is the truth

While ships of foods are being destroyed into the sea
Uncountable lives suffer and die no meal for a day
No one knows one side of the world of sea
Sinking soul of humanity dwindles every day

What the God can do, the God does as much as
Changes the time and diverts the way he wishes
Until the products are passed away in markets
It’s out of the rule and ethics no power for Gods

I felt a self pity when my belly was full out
Thank to the god of justice shows out
Nausea for one is a hunger for the other
Balance of bridge is the survival of mother  

Udaya R. Tennakoon







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Contemptible Cuisine

Oh, Mother! Why are you such a rotten cook?
I tremble at the sight of this horrific gruel!
I dare say you are being jolly cruel!
Oh! God! Please get me off the hook!


Details | Imagism |

An acquired taste

  Sweet sweets,  the marrow and feets.  This lusting for organs, sinew, and meats.  Lovely is this vibration of death echoing along my taste buds.  Warm, pungent breath.  Like a holocaust nightmare filling my lungs with blood. I’ve that slow motion gaze. Trapped in a moment on repeat. It’s flavor. It’s a dream. The dull click of bone shards meeting my teeth, and the pop of my jar meshing together in one single romantic duet.  Lament for decay, consumption. Everything devours everything and we’re all lost in oblivion. Beyond the mouth of madness, down the hatch onto our final movement.  Stomach lining of the abyss is where we’ll meet at last.


Details | Free verse |

Shades Of Grey

                                                                        Shades Of Grey

A peril of sort left my job moved up North

In islands in the stream some apparent evil scheme
Shades of grey by its means something don't actually turn out to what they mean
Shades of grey silver smile walk the old river Nile
A plate of fries evil pass getting to know the midnight pass

Shades of grey all torn up inside we will hide
Souts of joy then applause some may insist on it being a lost cause
Sadly we put up with the chill running down the spine evil swine
In deepened peril outside twilight Christmas Carol

Shades of grey how they swoon to its nightly visible tune.


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Love Is Dead

The prince of the power of the air along with his children
666,
Love is dead until we fancy another route of passing?
Chasing after the wind in twilight excursion of light,

Love is dead ever since the 1960's burning bras
Feministic women amazons invading our every portal of death
Viscious long hanging fangs that bite hanging down dripping blood off side
We often run away to hide in fashionable sway,

We can't even hold the door for our neighbor anymore?
Blackened hearts chosing death's door cement,
Broadened venues of pornography & red light districts
A slurrpy & pop rocks,

Love is dead we have inherited lust from the children of the damned!
In sharp contrast toward what Warhol's intent of past exposure
Move over rover and let the fakes take over
Pagans branded with dire evil teeth losing sleep


Gone our the days of Little House & the prairie 
Not to mention Little Bo Peep!
Perhaps its that time we take a leak?
Inner circles broadened cliches in imaginative scope

Can even cope when you have an old spice soap on the rope
In certain circles vain cliches again best to hold my breath to count to the number ten?
Love is dead but God is still alive
Love is Hollywood philisophical fake promotion

Phat Kats with blue hats sipping on some magic potion
Rubbing their fake boobies down with Tropicana lotion
Love is dead what is going on in the societal mindset head?
We have erected fabricated idols out of vanity

Vanity of Vanity all is vanity!
We squeeze money out of the imaginary machine turning green
Just to watch that Obama dream?
If you ask me were still living in the evil land of mean!


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What is Envy

Envy is feeling sorrow at another’s good fortune and
Joy at the evil which befalls him/her as if
We ourselves were injured by the good and
Benefited by the evil that comes to him/her

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