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Food Husband Poems | Husband Poems About Food

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

Details | Haiku | |

Ice Cream

Vanilla bean skin,
Cool sweet breath and cherry lips
Make kissing dessert.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Egg-stravaganza Of Emotions

Your love scrambled my heart as if it were a three egg omelet
  
 Breaking the shell of my soul till it crumbled 
  
 I am trying so hard just to forget 
 
 My inner self tumbled, bumbled 
 
 I felt shuffled 
  
 I feel ruffled 
  
 I would rather baste than forget 
  
 Or fry if our times you regret 
  
 My love muffled 
 
 My emotions coupled 
  
 Left with no appeal 
  
 Spending time, letting my soul heal 


Details | Couplet | |

Sweet Carmel

The taste of homemade Carmel so sweet/ everyone I know desires the treat.

After one night in the kitchen covered/ half the pan gone, next morning discovered. 

 Is it my beagle Lily whom loves any food? / she seems in a hyper beagle mood.

 I know I heard a squeak in the night / a dream ? No, for low was the kitchen light.
           
 T'was my husband, for he can't resist/ soft , buttered brown sugar , a Vanilla twist.
           


Details | Rhyme | |

Food Lion, Fayetteville, North Carolina

Her list includes croutons and jelly and jam,
as I read down, I see knockwurst and ham.
Bananas and tuna, pick up Borax and Bold,
if there's no Zest, then get Palmolive Gold.
Orange juice and lemons, Pepsi and Sprite,
ice cream and cookies for our guests tonight.
I arrive on line nine with it all and croutons.
It rings up, I reach in..I forgot the coupons.


Details | Triolet | |

Pleasures by the Seashore

Pleasures await you by the seashore,
And in the coming months
Invest in your family; today and tomorrow,
Pleasures await you by the seashore.
Your first choice will be the wisest to follow;
Do not put all your stocks in the market.
Pleasures await you by the seashore
And in the coming months...


(1 Year Anniversary Dinner at Sydney's Buffet)


Details | Rhyme | |

SOUP Spoonin'

Online tonite
looks like 
a whole lotta' spoonin'
goin' on in the "Soup"

nosin' around the comment coral
I see love 
amongst the group

yessir'...
hot Soup!
stirred 
not shaken
marriage scent in the air
no fakin'

where it leads...
we shall see
I know some 
are dippin' crackers in the "Soup"
but Lawd' knows 
IT AIN'T ME!~


Details | I do not know? | |

A soup to warm your soul

A soup so delightful
Yet to such a waste
All that cooking
Standing by the stove
Making sure the temperature was just right
Adding all the right spices
- A little salt and pepper, some lemon squeeze, just a hint of chili and a spoon full of love
Stirring carefully, making sure it didn't boil over
Humming your favorite tune while preparing
Personalized with all the ingredients you prefer

Poured it into you favorite bowl, the yellow one (your favorite color)
Served it to you with fresh basil and a kiss on your cheek

You smile and say:

"Thanx, but I'm not very hungry right now"


Details | Haiku | |

Sunday afternoon

fried chicken is good
with rice and beans and butter
ice cold glass of tea
and some football action for me


Details | Rhyme | |

Cinco De Mayo

 Packed a picnic for the middle of the night,
sandwiches,chocolet stawberrys , liqueur taste just right,
 Smoke a lil sumthin to make us feel so light,
My baby sister here, we can never feel so tight,
 One candle burning flickering just right,
Here with our loves, the moon shines so bight,

 We walk through the trails, to stretch our legs and feel the air,
we get so spooked we run back feeling fear,
 We laugh out loud to clear the air,
 Enjoy this time from here to there,
Cinco de mayo is outa sight,

We love each other all so right.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Always I Miss You

When I'm home sick, sulking half the day because your not here,
 And getting sadder if I say madder because your not there,
 I remind myself in an unusual way theres worse fared,
 If you don't mind being compared,
 
Repeating the many ways you cared,
 The experiences fondly replayed in many ways,
 Thoughts and memories that make me gay,
 Every recipe, every taste,
 Looking back it all seems in an awkward haste,
 
Now it is what I use to fill my plate,
 It's what I use so I won't be late,
 Staying here learning to appreciate,
 All the miles, trucks caring freight..
 
For your Christmas gifts the children just can't wait,
 But if you visit my mind would quake.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Drinking from the Baby Bottle

Holidays come and holidays go, but the grocery store is a war zone.
You got to get there fast… or Honey you’re just plain out of luck!
My diabetic hubby drinks caffeine free diet soda and what luck…
You know the ones he takes to work... Only the little bottles are left…
I knew I was truly sunk when the 3rd store was just the same.
So as lunch came around, my manly man’s manly sized lunch came out.
But everyone became quiet and laughed as the baby sized bottle came out.
Everyone was laughing as my hubby drank it down.
Then he held it up and said “In your diapers” as everyone laughed around.
And to everyone’s surprise he pulled another one out from his lunch…
This time there was applause as he drank that sucker down.
Today was his day to entertain.
Tomorrow it’ll be someone else’s to claim.
Thank goodness his sense of humor… is worthy of acclaim…



Details | Rhyme | |

Crime of UN-passion

I claim no responsibility for my acts,
your honor lets look at the facts.
it was a crime of UN-passion,
in a glorious poetic fashion.

He was annoying when he'd snore,
so loud at night it made my ears sore.
and oh yeah when he ate,
His clicking jaw would grate.

chewing with his mouth open wide,
losing my appetite seeing his chewed food inside.
when he was done, belching so loud,
rating it a ten cause he was so damned proud.

I'd stare, waiting for his "excuse me" in a polite way,
He'd quote better out than in, I always say.
Gee let's not forget the loads and loads of nasty gas,
the quiet and deadly ones where the stench would last and last.

thinking it funny to pull the covers over my head,
that alone would be attempted murder trying to stink me dead
Scratching and digging examining his balls,
me just shivering thinking, it just might be a bug that crawls

But no, for some reason he thought it was an acceptable way,
to play pocket-pool in spite of what I  might think or say.
so yes I plead temporary insanity, I know that excuse is over used,
but I was feeling a little more then put upon and abused.

I am not done your honor I could go on and on,
I could write a book regarding this nasty spawn.
The sex gee if you could call it that,
lasting all of two seconds him contented, I got my ass pat. 

and of course scratching and digging his balls,
he got more enjoyment from that, it drove me up walls.
throwing his dirty socks at my face,
complaining that I never clean up this place.

missing the toilet never put up the toilet seat,
sitting on the wet made my life so complete.
and yeah gee I forgot to mention,
the television got more then its share of attention.

He had to have the remote at all times,
According to him chick flicks weren't worth two dimes.
Night after night he'd watch his sports,
cursing and savoring his disdaining snorts.

oh and a cold beer sat in his other hand,
so smugly superior thinking I'm to jump at his command.
calling, woman! where's my supper, I want it now,
then eating complaining as he scarfed like a sow.

"The food wasn't hot enough, we're having that again?"
I would close my eyes and count to ten.
so I slipped some arsenic in his food one night,
the beer he drank killed the licorice bite.

no your honor, I take no responsibility for me actions,
he had to pay for his major infractions.
this was a mercy killing I have to say,
it was for my sanity that I had to send him away.

divorce wouldn't do, I thought of some poor other sod,
getting stuck with this Neanderthal bi-pod.
so I throw myself on the mercy of the court,
and ask for your pardon and a little support.

An injustice has been committed I must confess.
May he give the devil no rest.
Thank you your honor for vendicating me,
I sincerely appreciate your verdict of not guilty.


Details | Romanticism | |

THIS IS ME

 I may not have all the riches galore,
Or stand laced in diamonds that drape to the floor,
 I may not be built, like the girl in your dreams.
Or bare the manors your mother would teach.
 I may not have money to spend at my will,
Or time to waste ,just 4 the hell.
 I may not cook as good as you,
But you"ll know I tried, take outs good too.
 I never stopped earning all I have gained.
I'm willing to share with you just the same.
 I may not be perfect just honest & true.
All that I have baby,I offer you.


Details | Free verse | |

The Stench of You

I smell regret!
I smell it on your clothes
and in your hair,
on your hands
and in every stitch, 
every fiber,
every twist and turn in the path of your goddamned
chugga-chugga-choo-choo'ing
train of thought,
and it is especially noticeable in the carpet,
but then again,
that could just be the milk I spilled
when I caught a big fat whiff of the aforementioned regret...


Details | Haiku | |

Ripe Muscadines

.
                                      

                                     Ambrosial essence
                                 To the eyes nose palate...
                                 Deers jump six foot fence


Details | Free verse | |

Her First Try

She is a fine cook 
It didn't come by chance
She was trained by her family
She practiced day and night

She had to learn to cook
For many in her life
Her husband was particular
And she was a dutiful wife

She told us all a story 
Early in martial bliss
She made a beautiful cake
Spent hours creating it

She waited in anticipation
To feed her only man
A chocolate spearmint cake
She thought would be grand

Her husband was so excited 
To dare take a bite
She looked at him with hope
That it was a delight

Instead his look was sour
His eyes closed tight
He said this cake tastes lousy
Not another bite



Details | I do not know? | |

You,,,,You

YOU Kiss Away the PAIN
  
YOU take my BREATH AWAY

YOU make me FEEL THINGS i'v NEVER felt before


YOU Found my BROKEN HEART

YOU are Fixing my HEART
   
YOU Lifted me OFF my FEET

YOU Carried me in YOUR HEART


        YOU are MY LOVE


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Details | I do not know? | |

Food compared to you

I crave the taste of chocolate 
And
The aroma of coffee as i wake
Indulge in the essence of wine
Clams to me are also devine
For these are all special cravings of mine
But
Compared to you there's nothing to desire more
For you,
I covet, 
Repine,
Salivate, in the most immeasurable way
There's not one food or drink that could keep me alive
It is only the presents of you, that make's it necessary for me to sustain life.


Details | Verse | |

Breakfast Love

Breakfast begins with out a care
 Waffles and applesauce
 Thats what love is
 This mourning here with you
 I just reminisced 
Our first kiss
 And this mourning
 It's applesauce to you
 And just because
 I hit life's pause
 I now give sauce
 And it's because 
Of the things you do


Details | Rhyme | |

CULINARY OFFENSE

"You shouldn't cook that!"

I heard them all say.

"Why, that's only served

on Christmas Day!"



"You shouldn't bake that,

Something else you must cook.

Our husbands will know

and how will that look?"



"It's fourth of July

No time for that dish.

These rules can't be broken

please honor our wish!"



But I pay no heed

to wives' rambling tricks.

My taste buds cry out

for sage and bread mix.



No husband have I

to eat what I make.

So why should I care

whatever I bake?



There is no set rule

No government law!

I just crave dressing

with turkey. That's all.


Details | Rhyme | |

Homemade Dressing

When eating leftover dressing
That was a good main course for lunch
Only compliment  receiving
You could patent this honeybunch

He forgot potato salad
Left it out of his extra praise
What Rocky did say nots valid
For he was in a state of craze


Details | Blank verse | |

Suburban Dream

I can be your sister and your brother
Your husband and your mother
I’ll bake and clean and treat you mean
Be your quarter back on our own private team
I’ll prepare your meals and iron your clothes
Leave your supper on the table as I walk out of the door
Let you wonder if I really am at the store?

I can be your superhero and save your life
I can be your number one fan, your right hand man
Your enemy sinister and wise
You are my teacher when I cross the line
And I’m your master when you say your mine
Sell my body and soul to keep food on your plate
Let you believe no one has ever touched me like that

I’ll be your secretary when your too weak to speak
You can use and abuse me and make me feel cheap
I can be your very best childhood friend
Your nurse by your side at the very end
I’ll keep you sane as you lose your teeth and mind
Tell you the world hasn’t really changed outside
Place flowers in your hair as your body starts to fail
Cut your food into pieces when your hands become frail
Smile and tell you that all is well
When inside I’m dying and feeling like hell


Details | Light Poetry | |

Love at Breakfast

One beautiful mourning
   wine for breakfast, I knew
I never wanted to eat again
   If not to eat with you

So let the romance begin
   Your love I want to win
I want my life to be with you
   I want you for my wife

In future strides 
   I won't ever deny it
   I need you by my side
My soul takes flight with you


Details | Cinquain | |

Sweet Shots

Dessert
Hot double fudge
Chocolate, walnut, sweet
Good when shared with a friend or 
Lover

(Cinquain, traditional)


Details | Light Poetry | |

Prima Colazione Sbagliata Wrong Breakfast

 Prima colazione sbagliata 
 
 Si strapazzate il mio cuore, come se si trattasse di una frittata tre uova.

 Rompere il guscio della mia anima finché non crollò 

 Sto cercando così difficile per dimenticare.
 
 Il mio io interiore caduto, bumbled.
 
 Mi sentivo mescolate 
 Mi sento arruffato 
 
 Vorrei dimenticare 
 Se i nostri tempi ti penti 

 Il mio amore soffocato 
 Le mie emozioni accoppiato


English / Italian

 Wrong Breakfast
You scrambled my heart, as if it were a three egg omelet.

Breaking the shell of my soul till it crumbled.

I am trying so hard just to forget.

My inner self tumbled, bumbled.

I felt shuffled

I feel ruffled.
I would rather forget.

If our times you regret.

My love muffled,
My emotions coupled.