Best Wonton Poems


Premium Member A Foodie's Love Sonnet

Bowled over, kneading you, feeling sub-lime
from my head tomatoes. Hear my heart beet!
Eggcited, wonton you olive the thyme.
Donut you carrot all for me at yeast?

You’re one in a melon, sweet sugar pie,
forbidden fruit I find so appeeling.
Cherry on the cake, apple of my eye.
Has there bean love? Don’t berry the feeling.

It’s a big dill and takes two to mango.
I’d sacri-rice all because you compleat me.
You oat to love me. Peas, love miso!
Just food for thought. Chew that fat with your tea.

I have so mushroom in my heart for you.
A pizza your heart? Say yes, honey - DEW!


Dec. 28, 2017 for  Viv Wigley's Food Fight Poetry Contest

As We Dance

In the sky less stars tonight 

But who needs shards of light 

when the sparkle in your heart 

ignites fire in the alley of my mind.

I close my eyes, just to feel me 

swinging in your arms 

I trust to fall 

knowing you will hug me tightly 

as we dance 


Under a sky void of light,

my sweet Psyche, my soul

I keep your world upright.

The darkness now bright,

truth streaming from deep 

behind those wonton eyes.

My heart has been ignited

by the comfort of your mind 

as we dance

One More

Nighttime glows filling up the sky

A crescent moon shining bright

A thousand stars streaming high

Thoughts of you are in my sight

 shimmering locks stream in the breeze

 soft red shine upon your cheeks

 glossy lips inviting me in

 soft sweet voice whence you speak

I gaze and wonder if you see

 sand brown hair and eyes of blue

 dark black brow and wonton stare

yearning for just one more day with you

We'd soar through the night on golden wings

Dance real close as angels sing

 chase the stars forget our dreams

Climb over the moon and slide down her beams

laugh and giggle, make time stand still

We wouldn't hold back we'd have such a thrill

Just you and I, we'd be lost in space

If only I had one more look at that face
© Tim Smith  Create an image from this poem.


Dreams In Her Eyes

She see's through daisies and succumbs to night things
Her heart keeps on breathing for pleasure in the evenings

She's wanting to see you at any time of day with eyes wide open
Even when she see's through an ivory of daisies amidst within

Her viewing embers are so well hidden, along with her knowledge
Are her own makings with in this fine enclosure of foliage


She's the epitome of a wonton beauty as you shall see
Oh how she does love you, while smells and is so free

She see's through daisies and succumbs to night things
Her heart keeps on breathing for pleasure in the evenings.


04/03/15

100 Words the Closet Door and the Modest Carving

 "...and 
the modist 
carving 
into the 
closet 
door 
read: 

"I do not place my life, nor my trust, 
my belief nor my faith within 
the 
resume 
of man, 
nor within 
his cause. 

For he 
proclaimed, 
is but a 
mere 
farthing 
of his 
merest 
self; 
and not 
of Me. 

He is 
an avid 
boasting; 
ungrateful, 
in the end 
still unwilling 
to know Me 
and share Me 
with all life. 

Yes, time 
is only a 
vergence 
forgone 
to him. 

His final 
day he 
will bring; 
and in the way, 
he brings this 
he cannot rest. 

I am certain of this."  

                                                                                        "Signed: "Peace"



An ever reflective heart, spirit, mind, body, and soul, nice to meet you, friend. 


Some have once called the dreamer as self-serving within the jest that they carry for themselves. 


I have no resume of security, nor the double mind found through shame, pain, without submitting this effort to our Creator. 


I will not seek to please the mere twist of myself. for in applying myself towards this effort, means dishonor in death. 


How best may we serve, because I've said my prayers and am learning, I must apply myself to nothing less? 


If this effort is merely for myself, be forewarned I will lead us off of a cliff with the pigs. 


As I am being moved today, I am being formed into shape.  


I mean to say, I am not the wonton victim today. 


I am my very own jailer alone, no, I have no pardon for myself, all by myself. 


Jesus, come, protect, Jesus, save who needs to be saved, save us from ourselves. 


Jesus, keep us willing, bless us to share You as we will with the truth that carries all of us even in and through the very pain of death. 


Keep the breath of life within us, bless us to save face in Your Presence, let this effort be our only wealth.
© James Long  Create an image from this poem.

Heads Up-Quirky Cook Off

*This poem was written for Nikko's contest.  The letters "H E A D S" weren't allowed.  I won 1st place in the contest :)


Pimp, Cowboy, Gigolo willfully confirm Cook off
Vow to cook juicy concoction!
Pimp forgot cumin, Gigolo forgot flour, Cowboy forgot corn
Gigolo plotting to corruptly copy Cowboy concoction
Cowboy growling “You forging fool !!!”
Unruly Commotion!!!  
Cowboy flipping Gigolo; Gigolo tromping cowboy, Pimp crying “knockout”!
Conflict fizzling…Cook Off Critic got nitpicky….Implying civility 
Critic nibbling Gigolo gyro concoction…critic crying
Critic nibbling Cowboy wonton concoction…critic vomiting
Critic nibbling Pimp minty concoction…critic grinning
Pimp winking, flirting  
Critic wiggling, winking, flirting 
Critic confirm Pimp Cook off Victor!
Cowboy mournful
Pimp ogling!!! Glitz...Glory
Gigolo crying, “You floozy!”  
Unruly Commotion!!!  
Cop cuffing Gigolo to go to court
Tick tock…tick tock….Tick tock
Jury confirm Gigolo guilty!
Pimp, Cowboy, Critic go clubbing


Melodies of Romance

Melodies of Romance

I can imagine sweet memories of melodies of romance as we harmonize
Of magical moments in time of a vibrant view of an aquamarine ocean
As I hear a constant rthymn inviting as a commotion of genteel waves
Touching in glistening like a golden well-trodden sands of silken beaches
When under the stars an oceanic breeze leaves many embraces of palms,
In tune with an all -consuming love in a vigilante evocative sweet motion
Morning thus begins a masterpiece of  the earliest of colorful hue of dawn.

As time drifts by evening thus prevails nourishing and electrical psychedelic view
The sparkling glow of a electrical  fashionable style of whats inside of you
In moments sweet glory cries the beauties upon this day on crimson sky
Aflame is the lighting of luminous flamboyant along the exuberant seaside
In plain view are precious pearls which are lovingly enveloped round your manly arms
Into the dazzling exotic sands; on the lazy isle that lays nakedly within the warmth on
Your endearing thoughts which slowly fades like a silhouette dancing and swaying
In rhapsodies blatant hypnotic sinuous searching hands in wonton desire as I want you.

Written: 1/24/2015
Theresa
© Theresa Cw  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Shameful Feelings Repented

Shadows cast on yesterdays
Haunt her still, as she recalls
A time of impurity.
Masking her loneliness, she
Excelled at performing sex,
Fulfilling an inner need.  		
Uncertain of whom to trust,
Lust controlled her libido.

For when she sold her body,
Every pleasure was indulged.
Entertaining nightly, meant
Leaving little time for faith.
Inside her heart, love withered, 
Numbed by a lifetime of sin.  
Gradually she sought God, 
Sensing His love stir within.

Repentant, she shunned sin, to
Embrace the life of a nun.
Purged of sexual thoughts, she
Eagerly denounced her past,
Never more to return to
The wonton ways of her youth.
Emptied of all, but her pain,
Dejected, she kneels to pray.



(A first letter acrostic poem spelling "Shameful Feelings Repented.")

Premium Member The Battle of Kings Mountain, Nc

Patrick Ferguson and the battle of Kings Mountain

He rode up to the mountain in great haste
planning vile acts, and much wonton waste.
Hiding, the whigs taunting, scattered about.
They were in waiting, the mountain through out.

Brave volunteers were on the docket.
John, the father of Davey Crocket
Ready to give his life, so long ago
just as his son Davy at the Alamo.

Ferguson sat on his steed, the pampas ass.
That’s about the worst thing I can say’
without being completely crass. 
Little did he know this was his last day.

A small conference upon their steeds underway.
While shots periodically rang among the fray.
Then Ferguson’s second Lieut. spying a whig
trained his pistol...following that dirty “pig”

But God took a stand on the mountain that day
He ended the conflict in his own absolute way.
The lieut’s hand and his gun with certain disdain,
 trailing the whig, fired into the general’s brain.
  Charles Grady Henderson
    Feb. 13, 2020,,,Have rewrit several times, hope this is the best.

Premium Member Anonymous

Anonymity is a writer's right
Neither confess but remain out of sight
Oppress persecution before it arrives
Nurture decent in secret disguise
You may have the truth about the lies
Mine secretly what men dispise
Obscurity from wonton eyes
Undermine but not represent
Secretly love without consent
Liberate without signing on
Yield not to waiting scorn.

Poetrysoup I Love You

A Vishyssoise of poets
Chicken soup for the soul
A site for we, who use it
Our talents to extol

A borscht of bards and artists
A consomme of flair!
Sonneteers and writers
Who with our pen do dare!

Poetry Soup I love you!
Anonymous yet warm
A broth of faceless friends
A shelter from the storm

A hearty bowl of stock
With feedback, thanks and praise
A wonton soup of cyber chums
With talent to amaze!

Thanksgiving Day

Years ago on Turkey Day
My father, in a snit,
Let traffic get the best of him,
Announcing, “This is it!”

He turned the car ‘round in a huff;
My mom’s pleas were rejected.
My aunt had planned a massive feast
At which we were expected.

To soothe our wounds my dad declared,
“We’ll go out for Chinese!”
Our sullen silence shouted “No!”
To lobster Cantonese.

Yet there we were Thanksgiving Day
With shrimp in lobster sauce,
My father trying to pretend
He showed us who was boss.

But though he tried to cheer us up
We were a gloomy group;
We dreamed of sweet potato pie
While slurping wonton soup.

I often think back to that day – 
Though we were so downcast,
We were together, and who knew
That magic wouldn’t last?

My parents are long gone
Yet every year in late November,
That Thanksgiving eating Chinese food’s
The one that I remember.

Chinese Food

Everybody knows that Chinese food is the most healthiest, tastiest food on the planet.
It's originally made in China. Their food is so delicious, it's like going to Beijing,
China. What I really love about Chinese food is when the Chinese Rastafarian serves a lot
of seafood, including shrimp, a lot of chicken, sushi, and beef. But what I really love
most of all is the Lo Mein noodles. The best part about being in a Chinese restaurant and
a Chinese buffet is when we're all eating Chinese food with chopsticks, especially when
we're eating some wonton soup and fried rice. Fortune cookies are the best part after a
Chinese meal, especially when he or she wants to know what his or her fortune is. And if
all Chinese restaurants and buffets were to stay open for a long time, then it's going to
be an Oriental feast for all.

Premium Member My Little Dumpling

Wanton

Wonton
© Mark Toney  Create an image from this poem.

Lyricvixen's Fried Wonton Recipe

Lyricvixen's Fried Wonton Recipe

childlike memories with
an adult like twist
(just: a tiny dollop + ketchup & mustard & pickles
    ?? a McDonald's Mickey D's thing going on )

1.) ?? first overnight "soaking" 1/4 cup to 1/2 cup = RICE
(WHY = https://allpoetry.com/poem/14723469-Why-Soak-Rice-Overnight-by-Verlecia)

note - make for: breakfast, lunch, OR ----- dinner
(put all your ingredients on the counter)


* ??1/4 cup to 1/2 cup =  rice soak overnight (swished around and
          Rinse: clear cool water tap or bottle)
         
* boil 20 to 25 mins - drain excessive water off -
                          as cool tap water is running

     
cook: boil rice/ cook meat / steam carrots + same time 


* ?? 1 LB ground Turkey or (most likely, beef?) (chicken: no clue? )
AFTER: -------- *first ten minutes of cooking*

??to MEAT??  (??altogether :COOK - meat -15 to 20 mins )

??*** ADD: 1 to 2 TBSP - Oyster Flavored sauce
((by: Lee Kum Kee  Premium 9 fl oz))

??***ADD: 1 to 2 tsp - Thai Kitchen Premium Fish Sauce
in medium Skillet or pot.

??*** ADD: import by "2 to 3 TBSP" MUSHROOM SEASONING
NATURAL GRANULE ((by: Po Lo Ku Trading USA))

??** 30 ?? tiny baby carrots steamed --- for nutrition
(but -- can boil them - just until - take a fork)
(mash the ?? carrots - with a ?? potato masher or fork)
(note: the younger the taste buds - the less carrots
the older the taste buds the more carrots)


* now ?? rice - ?? meat - ?? carrots - ARE DONE
put altogether

                            add ?? CHEESE

**** Last: 1 cup: ?? Extra sharp cheddar cheese -
                            ((by: great value))
                  ?? ??  MIX into : meat/carrot/rice mixture 

(NOTE: recipe is not written in stone - add more ?? cheese if your
              waistline can handle it)

            cooking OIL: 1/4 cup: canola oil & 2 tbsp of peanut oil

*_* Now the:  Fried Wonton part
                          ( wikiHow: How to Wrap Wontons )

?? rice -
?? meat -
?? carrots
?? CHEESE
**  Wonton  OR -- Egg Roll Wraps
**  cooking oil
**  Thai Kitchen Premium Fish Sauce
**  MUSHROOM SEASONING NATURAL GRANULE
opt: ketchup & mustard & pickles

2 years ago

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