Kitchen Poems - Poems about Kitchen

There's a terrible smell in the kitchen like rotting fruit or a dead mouse high and lonesome, eye-watering thin and whispering, fuzzy with grief Whenever I think I've located it it goes into hiding You can bleach the sink and empty the bins look under the table and behind the cupboards, but you won't find it any of those places...

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It's been 9 days since I've posted in PS because of being needed by my sister. She's progressing, but very slowly. Thank you to those who've expressed your concern and offered prayers for her recovery. My granddaughter is over her crisis. I've had little time or desire to peek into PS, but from what I've...

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Around the kitchen I was bumbling with pots and pans see me fumbling for something yummy with an empty tummy it was rumbling took a long hard look and now I'm mumbling as there's not a lot to cook but bread crusts crumbling long past their sell-by date it's ever-so humbling but there's no point at all this late in grumbling about standing the heat or beating a retreat but better yet...

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When cooking something hot, The oven mitts you grab. Pulling them on, you think, “Am I a wanna-be crab?”...

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I walk into the kitchen, hands not ready. Out and in again. Walk out without food....

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there’s something wondrous about a country kitchen its big sunny panes and open windows that welcome the summer breeze and every perfume nature offers to mindful eyes pointed at the vast outdoors on everything that lives and breathes in harmony AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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ever really knowing if I'm coming or going meanwhile what am I to do with you as somewhat akin under the skin yet now quite skint but taking a sprint and just for fun making a dummy run if I may say it's leave or stay quite the conundrum of all things the sum but when it's said and done of the be and end-all none for should you ever think...

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the greatest classroom I ever sat in was my mother's kitchen she said give what you want if you get it back stay if you don't leave she said you might not ever get a degree in law but you damn well better get a degree in people she said you cannot have an independent mouth and a...

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Ollie onion had never been this mad in his life He turned all his anger on the kitchen knife How dare you try to peel me, you interloper, he said. The knife was embarrassed, his face turned red. I did not know that you were alive, he admitted. No one told me this, I am confused, he spitted. Ollie was not...

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There’s a whale in my kitchen He wandered in through my sink My cousin does some ’n She is mean as the missing link Ma says he takes Lulu’s groove The whale laughed at Lulu’s plight I say let the freeloader move Asked whale to stay all night...

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Mouse turds in the kitchen In the soup and on the pie Mouse turds in my kitchen sink I truly want to cry Mouse turds on my sandwich Boy that mouse is fast! Mouse turd trail along the floor Now the die is cast...

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Written: March 22, 2025, for contest sponsored by Craig Cornish *********************** In the heart of my kitchen spices exude their aromatic allure a harmonic blend of flavors coddiwomples mute grief. . . cimmerian saudade in...

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Tony Stark, with his suit shiny bright, Tried to cook up a snack, late at night. His repulsors went wild, The kitchen was piled, "My tech," he groaned, "needs a re-write!" ©bfa031625 ...

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In the heart of the kitchen, where flavors collide, You wield your vocation, with passion and pride. Anointed by Heaven, with gifts that you bring, To nourish both body and spirit, you sing. With skilled hands you blend, a mosaic so fine, A feast for the senses, where taste interlines....

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in grandma's kitchen the aroma so sweet with every warm dish a memory to greet the clatter of dishes and laughter so bright a sanctuary filled with love and light her hands work like magic in flour they dance creating delights that bring smiles in a glance the kettle is whistling the cookies in rows her secret ingredients no one truly knows with...

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