Best Supper Poems
His disciples dined on fishes
As Jesus heard all their wishes
The die was cast
Judas was last
And had to do all the dishes
The Supper Table
by D.A. Brooks
Steam rising, sifting through
The kitchen air that we once knew.
Collards, peas and sweet iced tea,
Hoping they'd save some for me.
Sliced tomatoes, juicy red
Triangle cuts of hot cornbread
The smells from days so long ago
Still linger in my head you know.
Golden chicken, crispy fried
Countless veggies on the side
Knowing if we cleaned our plate
Our prize a slice of caramel cake.
The nine of us sat 'round each day
Waiting for a prayer to say
Then mannerly, we'd pass each dish
"A leg for me" was what I wished.
Now years have passed the four of us
Can fellowship and oft' discuss
Those simple times, those happy times
Those Momma, Daddy, Aunt Ruby times.
Now loud and laughing, fam'ly fables,
Around that supper table.
The future, like the wind, I cannot see
yet God has said my days He has ordained
my final breath remains a mystery
through veil of death, a life anew proclaimed.
Caught up into the heavens, I will go
before the throne of God, there I will stand
saved by the blood of Jesus, this I know
I'll join the marriage Supper of the Lamb.
A kingly table, beauty to behold
and people gathered, every tribe and tongue
in perfect fellowship, within His fold
with Jesus, the Good Shepherd, in His love.
For at that Supper we'll forget our strife
we'll feast and celebrate eternal life.
Written on 9/14/2016
LAST SUPPER
Elements of roasted lamb
Cups of wine ,nouveau
Sweet tasting spice nut paste
Eaten,without haste
and digested with
commands of
love !
We monthly meet
To pray and eat
Once children, small
Now several feet
Some rich, some poor
It matters not
Irrelevance of
What we've got
In worldly stuff
Our wealth not mired
My comrade content
Is love inspired
At table share
Our lives in full
Our seasons vibrant
Sometimes just dull
To glasses raise
These humans dear
My heart is full
So glad you're here
As life unfolds
Both up and down
This friendship king
Has earned it's crown
They sat around the table,
ranging short to tall.
Hands were clasped in silence,
every head was bowed.
The day was drawing to a close
and as they sat to sup,
their father sat at table head,
his eyes were lifted up.
He searched the tender faces of the children in his care
and looked so deep inside himself for words that were not there.
The children waited patiently,
to hear the supper prayer,
and wondered how to thank the Lord for food that wasn’t there.
All the plates were empty.
The bowls were empty too.
They guessed that what they had for lunch was going to have to do.
Life had been a struggle,
their mom had not been well.
The load on Father’s shoulders
was a tough one they could tell.
He closed his eyes and bowed his head and then began to pray.
“Thank you Lord for loving us
and thank you for today”.
He didn’t ask for anything
as far as I recall.
He did not know that I was there, waiting in the hall.
The tears were running down my face. I slipped outside the door.
Such a prayer of gratitude I’d never heard before.
But what I saw before I left I’ll never see again.
When their father’s prayer was done the children said “Amen!”.
It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women.
Joy Harjo her poem Perhaps the World Ends Here
Supper Table
There was a time when the supper
table was a gathering place.
A time when children and parents
sat down together.
A time when television, computers,
cell phones didn’t interfere.
A time where open and honest
discussions were held.
A time when manners and social
skills were taught.
A time of laughter and tears and
sometimes discipline.
A time when children learned what
it meant to grow up.
That time has passed.
Written by Gail DeBole
and included in PS: It's Poetry
A PoetrySoup.com anthology published in 2020
Note: Grendel was the monster in the old English Heroic poem titled Beowolf written by an anonymous Anglo-Saxon poet. John Gardner wrote a related book titled Grendel in the 1970's that told the same story from the monster's point of view. Soon after reading Grendel, I wrote this poem from the point of view of Unferth.
"My God, Grendel! Are you Godless?
You hold heads that drip with hate-deeds!
All your fury 'voids compassion.
Are you spiritless? Don't eat me!
I see eyeballs in your teeth-sneers.
Faded lips you chew with ease.
You are laughing - yet I've cry-tears.
Here's a toothpick. Now let me be!
I, leathery, bony, meatless;
Old gruff meat that breaks your teeth.
Unferth's ready, willing, fearless.
For you, I'll fetch younger meat.
Backed up now, your breathing eats me.
Close as bricks glued back to back.
Grendel, hear me! I will save you!
I will give you what you lack!
Name the fortune that you'd like.
I have charts of riches hid.
Under soil, far from man-sight.
I will give you what you bid.
Or think of mothers. You have one.
They're forsaken without sons.
And my mother's just the same.
For her sorrow, you'll take blame!
Grendel! Grendel! Let me go!
I am old, but I will fight.
Why, you vile, formless, foe!
I will tell you where"...
A cup of coffee,
And a moonpie,
A muffin fluffy
I just has to buy,
A cheezy burger,
And homemade fries,
A fizzle squirter,
Got in my eyes,
Mashed potatos,
Steak on rye,
With tomatoe,
And ice cream pie.
Have I?
Captured you?
Rapture’d you?
I stare at you
The moon at my back
Wine dripping as blood
Life dripping from your soul
My red hair shines and glows
My Naughty thoughts so sublime
I will devour you
I will make you
Make you be who you are
Make you howl like a wolf in the night
Pleasures as you have never known
Caressing upon your chest
My love, we have no time at all to rest
In peace, just yet
Do you see me, full of your essence?
I smile at our fate of the evening time
I know in the end
All the pleasure I bring to you
You oh great love will return ten fold
I will moan like a satisfied feline
We have accomplished what our tribes said was not
Allowed or possible
Hold me dear
Hold me forever
As we plunge
Together in the depths of love
And leave this world
Forever
Notes: This poem was all over the map, and finally I molded it after the famous Romeo and Juliet.
Faded tempera
Leonardo da Vinci
Jesus was betrayed
The Marriage Supper of the Lamb
There was a trumpet that sounded in Heaven
the Marriage Supper of the Lamb has all been set,
the call is now stronger than ever
surely you don’t want to be left.
The angels in Heaven have been scurrying
more than ever and making sure all has been prepared,
not one name or placemat out of order
for our God has been very sure of that.
Have you or should I say, you have been invited
did you know He’s waiting for you to come,
to the most festive of all occasions
and the guest list is all but done.
Abraham and Sarah will be there and Moses and his wife
and certainly King David to,
but many people not known to this world
but, everyone welcomed and accepted will make it special and new.
Then comes in the Bridegroom so strong and handsome our eyes
well, we simply cannot of HIM get enough,
we’ve seen flowers, food, gold by the ton but compared
to HIM it is only some of Heaven’s fluff.
He is the Darling of Heaven
and a One of a Kind Royal Gem,
for He poured out His life to save us
that’s why our eyes gravitate only to HIM.
So there are a few more invitations to be sent out
won’t you take the time out of your busy day,
to read and study the invitation that you will receive
because the relationship that will ensue will last for all of eternity!
Soon and very soon a trumpet from Heaven will sound
then gravity holding us to earth will be a thing of the past,
and we will go to a Seven-Year feast and will live total perfect peace
that only with HIM will always be and will last.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
September 10, 2015
Fruit or chocolate,my favorite choice,
Chocolate with icing,fruit cake with raisin,with spice,
Not too dry,saturated with wine,
Dinner is finished,can't wait till supper time,
For the kids,ice-cream and chocolate cake,
But a cup of coffee with fruit I will take,
Thumbs up Mamma P,this slice is great,
Keep getting better,every time you bake,
Teeth sink in,hmmmmm,savor the taste,
Hold it over a saucer,not a drop will waste,
Ants looking angry,hungry look on their face,
Sorry lads,just licked the last crumb from my plate,
Brush my teeth after some poems I read,
Yawn,good night Poetry Soup,I'm off to bed....
The Last Supper of Hope
Grief has exhausted itself
And pain has abandoned the heart;
Emptiness now lives where joy
Once called home.
Our streets have become cisterns
Of blood—death quenching its thirst—
Flashbacks of the belly bowels of slave ships
Flying flags of crosses and crescent moons alike.
Hell remains without fury—never discriminating;
And Dante smiling—spits in the face of justice.
Today Armageddon sits at the Last Supper;
May hope be the Bread and Wine. And
Judas forgets to RSVP.