Appetite Poems - Poems about Appetite

Today I’d like to take a moment…our creators to acknowledge… for creating in us with a quest…a thirst…an appetite for knowledge. For instilling in us this notion that every day…around every turn… there are new discoveries to be made…new lessons to be learned. For showing us this knowledge doesn’t always come from other people…or books… that there are teachers all...

Continue reading...

Sandra’s appetite was elephantine People gathered at nine to watch her dine She loved her beef, ham, and duck in a roast. Also. cheesy eggs, ham and beans, and melba toast. Breakfast was hashbrowns, bacon, cheese and ham. Left of the plate was a brown gravy mashed up damn. Lunch was never a sandwich or anything small. Sandra weighed four hundred pounds...

Continue reading...

A jewel in the sky ...

Continue reading...

VORACIOUS APPETITE My washing machine ate a sock today. This time it was a blue one. Last week, it had a taste for red And worse, it was a new one. I’ve read the user’s manual To make sure I’m doing things right, But I can’t find any reference To the wretched thing’s appetite. I now have a drawer full of odd socks, I’m completely...

Continue reading...

The morning started with the sound of thin raindrops beating on the roof and water trickling from the pipe is a sign of life. The dogs were out and about creating mutiny in the little town. The early morning risers were already on the street blowing their horns and surveying the distant lawn with flood lights...

Continue reading...

Bugs to flour plants to wheat you eat your bugs I will eat wheat flour you watch the crickets I will watch wind blow sheaves You spend millions on a bug factory but cannot spend it on health care satisfactory You can have your crickets while I enjoy my big steak treat Bon appetite hope you don't heave with vomit at your feet....

Continue reading...

A Dining Hall’s famous passion And signal stomachs have vision. Not shown ignites cook’s confusion, The proudest chef slight convulsion… Determines how far feeders go With that which makes human being grow; The Richest Cake won’t with one flow, If sugar does not make one glow, The blackest dish as white as snow, Because one’s captured mind it’d blow… Poorest Appetite – Appetizer, Aroused...

Continue reading...

A little thing spoils the appetite. Mine and face just had to become tight Dulled what had been luminously bright Because the matter was far from light... What was it, again? Oh yes, Hot Tea! I'd been asked to tea: Some two cups free; What giver would want from me: 'Agree'. Cups if I tasted down on my knees! Gingerly placed before me...

Continue reading...

Wuzzy, a voracious reader, chewed through books, a reading speeder. A vocabulary leader, gobbled all her folks would feed her. On her shelf, a ten volume set, one that she had not read yet. Covers each an eighth inch thick, thousand page tomes, four-inch bricks. Wuzzy could not help herself; devoured them right on the shelf. Starting at book one, page one, she chewed till ten’s...

Continue reading...

Longing for delicacy Is no fault We all like delicious and tasty food Delicacy is also a style of life An art of life A variety of life It's speciality and essence Increase appetite and pleasure A relaxation of life But please don't forget The secret danger of sugar,salt and oil in seasoning Salt is mixed with sugar Sugar replaces Ajinomotor in...

Continue reading...

What do you suppose a star eats for breakfast? I have always thought that Cheerios make perfect sense but then again, they must get the flickering just right I hear a healthy heart is not ideal for bouts of irregular motion At any rate a breakfast cereal would be in order there is no shortage of milk in space as any...

Continue reading...

Dining alfresco under blue sky. Heard loud, smelly fart nearby Culprit laughed until he cried; T'was a kid wolfing down stir fry My appetite was shot, no lie; Couldn't finish my apple pie. Fart-Tastic Poetry Contest Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke Date written: 09/26/2021 Note: This is a silly work of fiction, so the "no...

Continue reading...

Oh that I am that just a rock dirt and dust where am I on this earth and do I matter this I must once young once held power in my hands and arms oh, I am that I am just dust a dirt mound once beating I'm found in the crust of earth I'm just...

Continue reading...

'Oh God! from where to start'  Is what comes first in my mind, When I sit for a grand dine; Who cares about getting fat, Who cares about gaining weight, When the soul and the tongue  Together craves for the ultimate taste. Momos, cutlets, fish fingers or burgers, Are like a divine blessing to all the foodies, And are the mind delighter as...

Continue reading...

Gorgeous gobbledygook in a babe’s mouth — masticates with angelic appetite. From your mouth to his hearty-grumbling ear, the stomach of his mind chews up the light, spits out uncomprehended-oatmeal curd, but favors the cadence of rolling tongue. The surge of warmth in the sound of “Ma-ma,” and often the playful silliness, strung on a baby’s beads, tickle the tired lead. Like an emaciated...

Continue reading...