These Love Food poems are examples of Love poems about Food. These are the best examples of Love Food poems written by international PoetrySoup poets
Opening line from "Highway Five Love Poem" by Ruth L. Schwartz
This is a love poem for all the tomatoes
I squished to make our Date-Night spaghetti.
Our love, like the pasta, was shiny. So the story goes.
We sit at our table, between us a rose
Red as the marinara I chose. (He let me).
This is a love poem for all our tomatoes.
We watch the steam, which the mouth quickly blows
Away (like the wind and those petals the day he met me).
Our love, like the pasta, was sticky. So the story goes.
We sip our red wine. Chianti, it has a good nose.
(In the morning, do you think he will regret me?)
This is a love poem. For all our tomatoes
Are gone, just as the wine hides grapes squished by toes
in authentic California vineyards. (You get me?)
Our love, like the pasta, was steamy. So the story goes.
We finish our meal with gestures the other knows.
(I wonder if he'll someday forget me.)
This isn't a love poem for all our tomatoes.
Our love, like our pasta, was al dente. So our story goes.
So you want to get to know me,ok well here goes
It's already in my poetry,but I may have left something out who knows?
For the last twenty years I've been wearing Nike shoes,hightops that are black
They're alot easier to clean then white ones I must say,that is a definite fact
My friends all seem to like me and I greet them all with a big smile
I've met alot of them through a life of partying,but now thats been over for a while
My favorite book is the bible,because whenever I read it I learn something new
My favorite movie I couldn't really tell you,since I have seen oh quite a few
My favorite song is from Tim Mcgraw,it's"Live Like You Were Dying"
In a funny kind of way it refreshes my soul,and I usually end up crying
Favorite singer I don't really have one,so I guess it would have to be myself
Because I just love it when I sing all the words and don't need anyones help
My hair is a dirty blond thats straight,short and very fine
It doesn't have a single curl and I know it's all still mine
My favorite shampoo is Pert it leaves my hair so silky smooth
With the fine and thining hair that I have,it's the one I prefer to use
My favorite food is pizza,but fresh baked bread is my favorite smell
If I had a food I'd eat everyday that is the one that would put me through hell
I have everything I need,with only a few things that I dislike
The only thing I want or really need is the love of my loving wife
Contest:All About ____???
No mother would fill up her eyes with tears of woman...
if it weren't for God performing a miracle at dawn,
as she cried out in joy and held her baby in trembling arms
but shed many sweet tears hearing his laughter so loud;
oh, he couldn't see her mommy's face through his tiny eyes,
and it will be long before he'll will utter the first word, " Mom."
Now that baby sleeps under the attentive look of his mom,
who's too young to become a mature woman;
many visions of this birth crossed her gleeful eyes
she dreamed of the very same words whispered at each dawn,
repeating them in her silly head as if they sounded too loud...
while cradling a pretty doll in her folded arms.
Will she be welcomed home by her parents opening their arms?
Will they reprimand her and not consider her a legal mom?
Perhaps they will not be angry and speak not so loud:
girls are supposed to be girls, not suddenly turn into woman...
So this innocent girl, deceived by a bad boy, must wake up at dawn
when her baby cries and feed him with scary, childish eyes?
Nights seem longer for her, trying to stay awake rubbing her eyes,
what she beheld in those exciting eyes, now it's a burden in her weary arms;
she remembers that pain was too unbearable, but joy more sublime at dawn...
how will she learn how to care for the infant by watching her mom?
She must have seen a nursery or read a book how to think like a real woman,
and can anyone imagine how she keeps that secret instead of revealing it loud?
She must gather enough courage inside to feed her baby who can't cry loud,
but for now she must carry that baby without sighs of distress into her bright eyes;
and her parents can see the changes making her a loving person already woman;
they may ask questions to why she has gained weight and holds dolls in her arms...
no, they aren't anticipating great news and in doubt, they await a splendid dawn.
Mother and daughter closely together amazed by the coming dawn,
any concealed secret can be easily spoken...somewhat joyful and loud;
they imagine the infant's futures will be part of grandma and mom!
Their reunited hearts come together to show love in their delighted eyes,
and they'll take turns feeding the new-born, tenderly lulling him in their arms;
what if forgiveness hadn't been there to deny her all of the joys of woman?
Would a mother deny her daughter compassion as a good woman?
Even God hurried dawn to offer that gift into her gracious, tender arms...
and those arms accepted it with the gentleness and kindness of mom.
Delicious, warm, and and tastes of home...
as if you were still here....
your presence is:
sweeter than a ripe mango
filling to the soul
© Joseph, 6/11/08
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Vanilla bean skin,
Cool sweet breath and cherry lips
Make kissing dessert.
Satiated by you, your love, your love making, I sigh with contentment…no longer hungry…My mouth still savoring the flavors of love….I run the tip of my tongue over your lips to catch the last remnants of my dessert…..Satiated I am, my love. Satiated to my inner core…Satiated by feasting on you!
Early in the morning just beyond daybreak, the cooing of doves
Coo, coo, coo always in threes, conveying to its mate of his love
Soon sun will be higher, proof of love will begin with the feedings
Will you,Eat me; eat me,
please, like A piece,
of Reese's Pieces,
I melt in your mouth,
I am that Kit-Kat,
who will satisfy,
to make the Skor, on
and go nutritiously,
over my babyruth,
for you are, that mounds,
of full almond joy..
lost in Chinatown
running from rain, finding niche
ripened and reeling
your mouth swallowed doubt
filled me with questions, answers
you plucked but I peeled
the sweetness stung my closed eyes
Our mandarin kiss
By Cyndi MacMillan,Oct 12, 2011