Best Canned Poems
Cherries are delish
On top of a Banana Split
Topping on a Sundae center of whipped cream
Straight from the jar a tasty treat
They are so good by the pound
Fresh from the grocer
Get a bowl and bite around the pit
Or made into a jam_lickety split
But all those cherries have their pit
A lot like life
There's lot of good
But always some strife
We learn the best lessons
When we're in the pits
Somewhat like we get bowl of cherries but soon only have pits
But wasn't the good part wonderful
(Thoughts came on this one after remembering the line
"If life is a bowl of cherries, why am I in the pits"..
I think that Erma Bombeck said that but not sure..
Just not my line orginally.)
Categories:
canned, introspection, life
Form:
Free verse
Salmon steak or fillet
Choose fillet or salmon
steak
Either way I can get it
Is alright with me
I enjoy a salmon steak
Cooking on the barbecue
Or the fillet is tasty to
Either way I enjoy it
Salmon from a can
Is handy to have
For a salad bowl
Or making salmon
patties
Categories:
canned, fish,
Form:
Sonnet
Majestic and grand, a wonderous mythical creature,
The central horn on their head is the prominent feature.
I’m afraid I don’t know much more about the unicorn,
But not sending you a birthday wish, I become forlorn.
So it seems I don’t have the knowledge to do this write,
And so I thought about this problem with all my might,
Did some research and found you something really neat,
It’s made in County Meath Ireland, canned unicorn meat.
Really pleased with myself to achieve such a perfect find,
Then I read, you can’t eat the meat ~ just blows my mind.
Seems the contents are torn apart stuffed unicorn parts,
Imagine someone thinking up this item, they had the smarts.
Well Poet ~ Destroyer, wish you the very best birthday,
Sorry my poem on unicorns didn’t have more to say.
View the ad on www.thinkgeek.com its really sweet,
And I hope the joys of your Birthday are truly complete.
*IN HONOUR OF POET ~ DESTROYER’S BIRTHDAY
OCTOBER 7*
Written by Lee Ramage with love!
October 3, 2012
For Poet ~ Destroyer’s contest
“Spoil me- with Unicorn poems”
Categories:
canned, funny, imagination, birthday,
Form:
Rhyme
Look for these items to help you whip together
Easy midnight snak
Canned tuna
Salmon, or sardines (in water
Canned new white potatoes
Canned vegetables
(asparagus, carrots, green beans, mushrooms))
Canned fruit packed in light syrup or juice
100% fruit preserves
Canned chicken or beef bouillon
Canned tomatoes and tomatoe paste
Salsa
Ketchup
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Categories:
canned, drink, food, work,
Form:
List
Snapping beans, the summer pastime
Filling Mason jars
With cornfield or half runners
Filling a crock with layers
Of beans and corn, canning salt
For pickled beans and corn
That would make my mouth water
Peeling ripe red tomatoes
That I called maters
Cutting them in wedges
Placing them in Mason jars
Adding a touch of salt
Sealing the lids and cooking
In a liquid water bath
For enough time to be sure
Those maters were preserved
For the winter weather
Chili, soup or spaghetti
Dicing cucumbers
Mixing them with vinegar
And all the spices, garlic
Everything that makes the best
Pickles ever tasted
They seem such a blessing
When the snowflakes hover
Near the windows, dusting
The entire mountain
With reflections of the season
As the harvest hands over its treasures
Beans, corn, maters and so much more
The wise worker from the fields
Leaves the front porch each day
With scrapes of bean strings, peelings
And excess husks so the pigs
Will be as blessed as the rest of us
Granny showed me how to can
She gave me her instructions
With a hug and a grin
Hoping to remind me to always
Blend a bit of love
Into everything I preserved
From garden to porch
From porch to jar
From jar to dish
Where the love is mixed in
So that everyone who samples
A dish from my kitchen
Knows that I have given
My very best intentions!
Categories:
canned, appreciation, blessing, garden,
Form:
Free verse
'Hullaballoo,' 'Hee-Haw' too
Laughter and singing canned
~ wear a headband
Categories:
canned, fashion, humor, nostalgia, song,
Form:
Monoku
dimensions align
need to apply the hand brake
way out of order
populace without borders …
used the virtue of vision.
© Harry J Horsman 2016
Categories:
canned, allusion, truth,
Form:
Tanka
Canned jam fans ran to
buy "Jam by Jan" jam Jan canned
at the Jamboree!
Categories:
canned, food,
Form:
Haiku
Pursuing wealth can be a double edged sword to those who blindly seek riches without its own set of principled means.
The capable with excesses to bleed these riches and still not see these riches are not necessarily plighted with an indoctrinated greed
But essentially, they are those who have chosen to live life well enlightened and yet sighted far within their own hill of beans.
Categories:
canned, allusion, appreciation,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Man Canned Tableau
Insult as men stare,
More frequent than rare,
Holding Partners hand
Passerby, he's canned,
Boobs, bottoms or legs,
Stop it now she begs!
PHOTO 3
Entering Contest " Tableau 2 Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: Joseph May
27th March 2021
Categories:
canned, men,
Form:
Verse
You-tube videos for ready made canned meals
Are tasted here for the real deal
A chicken in a can is a sloppy mess
Scored low for taste not being the best
Then there was bread in a can made with molasses
With canned cheese on top more than impressive
The canned hamburgers are not good
Washed down with beer makes it better than it should
I suppose when the zombie apocalypse comes
We will be happy when these cans are undone
But I wonder when the end is near
The dead would be grateful not eating this canned gear.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
canned, food,
Form:
Ballad
When a Royal Irish Lancer
Was told he had prostrate cancer
He shouted with glee,
"I got it for "FREE!"
Now he serves as Cork's break-dancer
Categories:
canned, cancer,
Form:
Limerick
Who knows what sillies lurk in the hearts of man
All seem normal outside but inside, imagine if you can
A hidden desire to run amok
Act like a total schmuck
Screaming through the streets chomping on canned spam
Categories:
canned, psychological,
Form:
Limerick
In shadows deep, where whispers lie,
Love blooms in silence, veiled from the eye.
A tender flame that flickers low,
In secret gardens where no light can show.
Our hearts converse in silent plea,
In hidden realms, where no one sees.
Each glance a secret, softly spun,
In the quiet hours when day is done.
No words can breach this secret space,
Where love remains an unseen place.
A hidden touch, a fleeting sigh,
In corners where our dreams must lie.
The world may turn its gaze away,
Yet in the darkness, love will stay.
An endless dance of veiled delight,
In the hush of every night.
For what we share, the world can’t know,
A private storm, a silent glow.
In shadows deep, our hearts are bound,
In love’s quiet realms, we’re truly found.
Contrived admission, a tale so bare,
Concocted explanations drift through the air.
Armed with nothing but goodbyes,
Lost in a sea of wandering eyes.
Stripped of my smile, laid out in dismay,
No more pretense, just truth on display.
And I don’t care, let it all unwind,
Lay there in the silence, leave the past behind.
What’s the time difference? I’ll never know,
In this timeless moment, let the answers flow.
I stripped my smile away,
Wearing nothing but goodbye,
Just look away—I might cry.
I've been through it all,
Still vulnerable, still small.
Let go of the days,
The world insists I’m meant to be this way.
Don’t be afraid to let down,
The masks you were never meant to wear.
Gnashing through free verse,
Stuck in reverse,
I’ve built up these walls,
Yet still, they fall.
Categories:
canned, addiction, black love, desire,
Form:
Rhyme
Lumpy, limp spinach
so uninviting
Steaming spinach souffle
so exciting
Popeye downed the first kind
straight from the can
Olive never had to learn
to make souffle for her man
Cartoons implied: Canned spinach
gave Popeye superpowers
'Course 'Wonder Bread' built strong bodies
twelve different ways in half an hour
Categories:
canned, food, satire, strength,
Form:
Rhyme