Bread Poems - Poems about Bread

oh sweet lord you have open up thine eyes of glory and i realize that i have nothing else to say because i trust in your sweet words in thy story than you give me thy daily bread...

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He promises to care to the extreme, If I'd drink from His never-drying stream— That I need no coin to purchase or strive, For He said I was made to glow and thrive. As time slithers, wants litter front and rear, And hope keeps fading with each passing year. He says I need not labour hard for bread, Yet my field yields...

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I open the oven door to a blast of heat and hot bread bulging out of a high tin, brown, crusty and ready to be taken out. That smell wafts across seventy years to when I can remember bread being delivered in a horse and cart. Carrying a big wicker basket full of hot bread, the baker would run house to house whilst...

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here, between myself and myself, God dwells when He flees the world. I found Him once in a forgotten loaf of bread on the steps of a hospice, in an old woman asking forgiveness for simply living. He did not ask who I am. He touched my brow and retreated back into the wound. we do not think. we defend ourselves from thoughts as from a...

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Flour, water, salt, and yeast these basic ingredients at least were for generations the staple of bread eaten at the table. To these basic natural four have been added many more “ingredients” whose description might pass for a prescription! Pharmaceuticals will justify chemicals to keep the food supply longer on the shelves, while you and I suffer bodily effects by and by! And have you ever tried...

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A loaf of bread, untouched, waiting for my late brother Finally home, he takes half the loaf and hands me the other In his hand a soldier, in mine a tank, a game of war "Take this! Boom boom boom!" his solider falls to the floor Brothers bonding, our war games always end with a smile...

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Who will make the bread if everybody is dead Who will get the children out of bed and get them And put on their shiny shoes and take them to school If everybody is dead who will cut the lawn When I wake up at dawn and just before the break of day Who will wipe my tears away the...

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A shimmering thread binds thoughts together Of moments of joy and sorrow With a spring in our steps and a hope anew Is the day tomorrow The past is indeed a cherished treasure As good ,memories fruit prevails and bitterness quelled By the pen of positivity dispelled Relishing a marvel indeed With an inspiration for future good deeds to the almighty...

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A tradition that goes beyond all else a sweet little something, what else ? ...

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Best when made at home with your two hands, Baked after letting the dough rise. Brings loved ones together as few other foods can. Butter drips off every warm, fluffy bite. Brake and share around your table of friends. Breathe in the scent that brings memories to mind as it bakes. Blessings bestowed by the Bread of...

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Brown or white, it’s your choice But don’t forget butter Before you add toppings. Best eaten fresh—so soft! Baked to melt in your mouth. Bite into crunchy crust Because that’s the best part! ...

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The strongest flour The oil, the yeast Combined in love Before the feast Salt From Celtic shores afar With waters warmed The ideal spar For microbes' Fertive final frenzy The rising feeds Much foodstuff envy More patience As to final hours The mixture blooms While hope devours The prospect of Eternal life Once oven baked With heat and strife To crusty beauty Rich and soft The father proud To hold aloft Before Serrated sacrifice To eager...

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Many versions of me appear everyday, I'm living several realities this way. There are many parts that want to play, A galaxy full of life feels what I say. Staying connected by design, Leaving Divine dreams behind. Little bread crumbs for me to find, A complex story time has defined. A mansion of rooms within my mind, Everyday a new reality i designed. Aligned with...

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On one old album cover from my early high school days, four young men pose casually in the center doorway of a weathered beige adobe-looking building with some cracks in its walls. From left to right, they are dressed in western shirts blue, black, and brown respectively. The center guy is crouched down, arms on his thighs wearing a white shirt and...

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The gift of life is a loaf of love Wrapped in the warmth of its sharing And its supreme nourishment is the crusted peace of each shared slice:-...

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