Best Pantry Poems
She sneaked into the pantry, tender steps came from behind
His charismatic twinkle took her heart completely by surprise
And in a speck of time, a secret kiss to follow
As fate joined them together, forever in tomorrow
Through the years she won't forget the day he called her near
To tell her that he'd written a song that only she would hear
Timeless is the butterfly-and goes where we know not-
As fleeting chance encounters create a solid bond
His timely passing left her hollow
Now gripped with grief she struggles to swallow
And always returns to haunt her again
To go on alone, her free will had chosen
Now and then she whispers, but only to herself
That somewhere in another time
He'll complete the songs he left behind
On the pantry shelf
Written by Karen Anglesey
Published in Theatre of the Mind
Noble House Publishers/Individual Copyright holders/2003
Categories:
pantry, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
There was a she-ghost in Elly's pantry
She loved cold meat and a lavish entree
With the pass of dawn
She ate a tiger prawn
And jumped over the broomstick with a gentry
Categories:
pantry, fun, nonsense,
Form:
Limerick
'Pantry ****' writes Professor Denton
is a crusade that she's been sent on
to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt
that she's an ignorant, stupid lout
She claims that tidy pantries and manicured lawns
are 'racist and sexist structures' upper-crust society is based on
Well, Ms. Denton, if you'd ever lived in a lower-class neighborhood
you'd know instinctively what utter bull-roar your claims rest upon
Categories:
pantry, racism, sick, society,
Form:
Rhyme
dissident drive in
transcellular circumstance
chromosome causes
proton personalities
organic typhon swallows
Categories:
pantry, analogy, anger, angst, conflict,
Form:
Tanka
And so it begins … my crew will over treat themselves to ample chocolate for I have just stuffed our pantry sweetly-full again:
No one will know why the stocked, offered sweets, meant to last
about a week were otherwise offed before two full days passed;
All will be equally mute and dumb about sweet crumbs in play
room, den, beds, and chocolate lint-hit debris I find in pockets;
No one will claim a food mess made and left to be discovered,
no, they will all blame pals, fictitious gerbils and each other;
When a sweet ingredient vanishes that I bought for a recipe,
no family peep will be able to describe or imagine its demise;
and, despite my threat of live yard burial, they take my choc favs
that are small, round and perfectly top off their chocolate cereal.
I have a good-sized, hidden, box with drawers full of the best stuff.
Looking thru cleaning products would be conduct void of any profit
so, I am confident my stash, by child or spouse, will never be found.
I often hide in my closet to suck or chew my way to chocolate heaven.
When eat-hiding, I cuss about my kids lack of any mature desires
raring to thread a needle of ambition to sew up some consideration.
All of my offspring take after their Dad; they are myopic and episodic.
They overeat, overly zoned out on electronics like lab rats on narcotics.
Categories:
pantry, anxiety, candy, chocolate, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
In The Pantry Where Secrets Dwell
A story now I’ll softly tell.
Of moments lost to time’s embrace,
And passions found in hidden space.
A touch of hard, cool, and wet,
A memory of joy I won't forget.
With every glide, with every thrust,
It wakes the senses and stirs up lust.
On the counter top, a fiery sheen,
Reflects desires, pure and keen.
A silent partner at day and night,
Brings pleasure’s peaks, intense delight.
No judgment, just open heart,
Deeply exploring, every part.
With moans and gasps of glee,
It gets me slowly into ecstasy.
In the drawer, it might reside,
This trusty friend I do not hide.
For in its form, I find release,
A journey’s end, a moment’s peace.
So here’s to nights when shadows fall,
To moments shared, desires are small.
A wet embrace, a lover’s toy,
In a quiet room, it brings me joy.
Categories:
pantry, sensual, sexy,
Form:
Rhyme
I know a family that doesn't have much
But their small abode is spotless
You can eat off their floors
'Course that makes them 'classist and racist'
The home in which they take such pride
~ a veritable eyesore
Categories:
pantry, home, house, irony,
Form:
Rhyme
My Pantry
I have a kitchen pantry,
Narrow though it is,
Still contains some sterno,
For the millennium’s world’s end.
I’ll not tell you how long ago
Its contents got organized,
And the blue shelf liner, wrinkled now,
Would have won a magazine prize.
Its door has an old-fashioned hook,
Due to the settling of the house,
Open it to a bin of birdseed,
And protection against a mouse.
There’s are extra cans of tomato sauce,
Some chili and some peas, and
When I get inspired, I can
Cook with one of these.
Impulse buys like dry mashed potatoes
And cans of stuff I don't even like,
But they were on sale, weren't they?
Thought I'd use those down the pike.
Now you’ve gone and done it,
It’s gonna get culled again
Lots of things to the church center,
But not that sterno can!
Categories:
pantry, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
they've also got a guest on
who suffers from, the inability to burp
he sounds so bored presenting
the thing
as i listen, i notice
the lid of the jar of the piccalilli
it states this condiment is,
'the life and soul of the pantry'
on google i look up images
of 19th century pantries
my wife comes in and asks what i
would like for xmas
i want a pantry
Categories:
pantry, allegory, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Sugar-cured prawn omelette
pumpkin risotto
a fusillo with meat balls
and spiced aubergine
ricotta cheesecake
goosberry
Fool !
Categories:
pantry, food, places
Form:
Epulaeryu
The spouse betook monthly outing
today May 4th, 2022
to 3938B Ridge Pike,
Collegeville, Pennsylvania 19426.
No more bare cupboards,
fridge, and deep freezer
since returning with more than
our share of daily bread,
plus other sundry provisions
referring to this mister, who
frightfully squawks like an old geezer,
ruler of roost,
plus the missus – ole hen pecker
nevertheless, neither of us
ain't no spring chicken
being locked within crosshairs
constituting elderly stage,
she doth dread
feeling like a charity case
swallows her pride,
cuz ample carload for us,
alleviating this bum searching
for crumbs to tweezer,
thus raw bits of powdermilk biscuits,
I need not scavenge, scrape, scrounge...
substantial commestibles
allows poet taster to breathe easy
inadequately satiates the missus,
(whose Godzilla appetite) defies
(cole) laws of nature to beef fed
predominantly healthy food,
that weighted our automobile like a led
zeppelin choking, intermittently
kickstarting, sputtering... along,
asper in (faux wheel) drive wheezer
putting utmost pressure
borne by taxing groovy tire tread.
Once mission (not so impossible,
but blessed relief) complete, I did aim
upon returning where we live
to acknowledge gratitude and claim
salvation for charitable deeds,
yours truly doth exclaim,
these volunteers, none I know by name,
nonetheless, a hearty poetic L'Chaim
afforded folks, who commandeer,
confidently coordinate quite efficient process
despite minor lament regarding
heavy toll stressing bulwark
quaking chassis, ripsnorting driveshaft,
shimmying entire automobile frame...,
hence no matter
our exhausted 2009 Hyundai Sonata
puttered along somewhat lame,
kudos to dedicated good samaritans,
worth their weight in gold to tame
hungrily growling, noisily rumbling tummies.
Healthy choices allow, enabled,
and provided us to secure provender
eases glum countenance of this clown
gratuity finds me bowing down
paying metrical obeisance
versus depleting meager monies
engendering botox frown
nipping in bud
forestalling need going
to preferred market such as
Aldi, LIDL, Redner's, Target
or Trader Joe's grocery shopping
to the nearest town.
Categories:
pantry, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
The fate of a losing country
One first observes in her gentry.
Parents lock kitchens, mount sentry;
The food-craving child bared entry.
Yep, the fate of such a country
I have espied in her pantry:
A family in quandary,
From soap men withholding laundry,
The neatly washed not primary
The well-ironed secondary...
On the roads of losing country
Often, unauthorized sentry:
Rich cars stopped soon after entry:
You won't want jobs sedentary...
In every damned losing country
Economic weather: wintry;
Foreign investors slow entry.
Categories:
pantry, africa, anger, community, cry,
Form:
Rhyme
No more bare cupboards,
fridge, and deep freezer
since returning with more than
our share of daily bread
referring to this mister, who
frightfully squawks like an old geezer,
plus the missus
also ain't no spring chicken,
being locked within crosshairs
elderly stage, she doth dread
ample carload for us,
alleviating this bum searching
for crumbs to tweezer,
thus powdermilk raw bits of biscuits,
I need not scavenge, scrape, scrounge...
substantial commestibles
allows poet taster to breathe easy
inadequately satiates the missus,
(whose Godzilla appetite) defies
(cole) laws of nature to beef fed
predominantly healthy food,
that weighted our automobile like a led
zeppelin choking, intermittently
kickstarting, sputtering... along,
asper in (faux wheel) wheezer
putting utmost pressure
borne by taxing groovy tire tread.
Once mission (not so impossible,
but blessed relief) complete, I did aim
upon returning where we live
to acknowledge gratitude and claim
salvation for charitable deeds,
yours truly doth exclaim,
these volunteers, none I know by name,
nonetheless, a hearty poetic L'Chaim
afforded folks, who commandeer,
confidently coordinate quite efficient process
despite minor lament regarding
heavy toll stressing bulwark
quaking chassis, ripsnorting driveshaft,
shimmying entire automobile frame...,
hence no matter
our exhausted 2009 Hyundai Sonata
puttered along somewhat lame,
kudos to dedicated good samaritans,
worth their weight in gold to tame
hungrily growling, noisily rumbling tummies.
healthy choices allow, enabled,
and provided us to secure provender
eases glum countenance of this clown
gratuity finds me bowing down
paying metrical obeisance
versus depleting meager monies
engendering botox frown
nipping in bud
forestalling need going
grocery shopping
to the nearest town.
Categories:
pantry, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Here's a piece of reality guaranteed to make you nauseous and sick.
We treat our oceans as a combination pantry / toilet.
Our oceans are a great resource for much of our food,
yet we dump our wastes into the sea
polluting our pantry.
Eat from the toilet? Now that can't be healthy or cool.
Categories:
pantry,
Form:
Rhyme
Once was this famous chef named Nancy
Guys were always trying to get in her pantry
But her salt and pepper
Caused many sneezing peckers
Her meals were amazing and whatta chassis
Categories:
pantry, fun,
Form:
Limerick