Chew Up Poems | Examples

I name him marshmallow

They hop into my sister’s garden
They are adorable! I say, watching their cheeks chew up her lettuce.

I know they are rodents
But they look like stuffies
One is almost pure white, I name him Marshmallow.

My sister is NAMING these bunnies! My sis yells at her husband.
Marshmallow is hopping around the flowers. Do bunnies eat them too?

Now they are eating my flowers! My sister shrieks.
But they are nearly tame. Her yelling does not strike fear.
They hop around to the cabbage patch
With zinnias in their mouths.

In the Grass

My name is Yù míng               
Jade brightness is what it means
I’m a Praying Mantis and we look like string beans
I jump about the grass to chew up flowers, leaves 
and stems of plants between the trees
It’s only these I eat, on insects I will pass
I never tire of living in the grass
Twigs and leaves I’ll rest up on in my new Eden 
Of all the paths I came up on I choose your lovely garden 
An evening serenade, a blusterous chirping song
My wings are light and striking as I glide along
Today I move on, but still the same regime
I'll creep between the grass blades gently and so feminine                                                
I do the Praying Mantis pose it comes naturally
It’s a yoga stance, and they named it after me!

She Adored Her Dog

She could forgive her dog a transgression or two.
He could chew up her pillow, a boot, a dress and a shoe.
But if a man got close and made one little mistake,
Out she would throw him with a kick and a shake.

My dog is my world, she told us, but we already knew. She could forgive her dog a transgression or two.
He could chew up her pillow, a boot, a dress and a shoe.
But if a man got close and made one little mistake,
Out she would throw him with a kick and a shake.

My dog is my world, she told us, but we already knew.
He was her prince, her king, and her love interest too.
He never made her angry like a man who did something wrong.
She adored her dog all her life, it was her daily love song!
He was her prince, her king, and her love interest too.
He never made her angry like a man who did something wrong.
She adored her dog all her life, it was her daily love song!

Is the Opossum Dead

It is 4:55 a.m.
The dogs are going crazy.
I turn and see a wet opossum lying two feet away. 
Is the opossum dead?
Should I pick it up?
Not by the tail unless I wear gloves.
Maybe I could scoop it up in my shovel
What if Buddy our dog brings this carcass
Into our house through the dog door?
He has enormous teeth that chew up everything.
But what if this creature is not dead?
What if it is playing opossum?
I call the dogs into the house
Staring at the garbage can, putting gloves on
Gearing up
Hoping he will not bite me
Hoping he is not playing opossum
The dead opossum jumps up and runs off

Our Chewing Est Dog

We named him Buddy. He is a Great Dane German Shepherd mix
A baby; we keep saying we should have called him Marmaduke.
In one month he has chewed up at least a hundred things.
He has chewed the lids off of twenty-four water bottles and six juices.

Did he dump them? No. He did it without spelling a drop of juice.
I am down to two pairs of shoes.. Four are tattered and torn.
He chewed up a brand-new car cover which had never been used.
He demolished a package of Styrofoam paper plates too.

When we go to bed we don’t know what we will wake up to.
The living room is usually full of things we forgot that we had owned.
One day I recognized the shredded material but did not know why.
It was a child’s umbrella, I had not seen for ten years.

He is the chewing-est dog we have ever had.
And we have adopted nineteen dogs.
If he ever decides to chew up the furniture
We might have to think of obedience school.

We have chew marks on our TV remotes.
He demolished an Amazon gift card box.
Need I go on? We love the big lug.
We call him the big galoot; and we are glad he was dumped here.

History Be Kind

Put on your soft mittens as you mete out punches
The stench of despair has sent the flies flying
As wretched voices die in the agony of the trenches, 
Smoke, fire, death, silence, blood slowly crying. 

Don't let those tears disappear without telling
Of how they came to be. From aching gland burning, 
From swollen heart entrapped dreaming of belling
Of events that cause in all for justice a yearning 

Don't let the fires chew up the browning pages
Where once sordid tales told the willing student
Of what would come this way, or that way, the wages
Of right, wrong; the way of the vile, of the prudent

Telling of wretched voices dying in the trenches, 
Of smoke, fire, and of blood slowly crying. 
Don't let memory die as they split us into tranches
To silence half, then lead both halves into trenches. 

(c) nyonglema

Chipmunk Island

A chipmunk chases another, 
who somehow vice-versas the first,
One chipmunk pops out of a hole,
and hops across the lawn,
and stops upon the wall,
and rests upon its haunches, 
to chew up a maple seed,
One jumps up a rohodendron’s wiry arms,
and scrambles to get lost among the leaves,
Piercing with a peep somewhere deeper in the woods,
Does The Tall look down at a fighting-to-rat-race us like it's cute little chippering play?

Dire Need For Food

Dire Need for Food

Need for nutritious food is always dire;
Rather than us die and have to expire,
Did eat on,
Until gone,
Our each delicious meal in its entire.

Another piece off we started slicing,
Of incredible cake seeming enticing;
When found,
Perfectly round,
With excellent icing and sweet spicing.

Food fest had been on was the best;
Always easy to chew up and digest;
Calories become,
More that some;
Find more we went on another quest.


Jim Horn

Food Fest Was the Best

Slicing Enticing Cake

Had started out when we were slicing, 
An incredible cake seeming so enticing; 
When found, 
Perfectly round, 
With excellent icing and sweet spicing.

Food Fest Was the Best

Food fest had been really the best;
Is easy to chew up and then digest;
Calories become;
More than some;
Find another we went on a quest.

Jim Horn

Slicing Enticing Cake

Have to write poems about food for a Food 
Poetry Recital in Shallotte, NC at Roark 
Library end of month of March. 


Slicing Enticing Cake

Had started out when we were slicing, 
An incredible cake seeming so enticing; 
When found, 
Perfectly round, 
With excellent icing and sweet spicing.

Food Fest Was the Best

Food fest had been really the best;
Is easy to chew up and then digest;
Calories become;
More than some;
Find another we went on a quest.



James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC

Food Fest Was the Best

Food Fest Was the Best

Food fest had been really the best;
Is easy to chew up and then digest;
Calories become;
More than some;
Find another we went on a quest.

Jim Horn

Depressed Morbid Nights

One of these depressed, depraved, morbid nights
I shall awake to the God damned game of life

And sit under the graying light
Of the foolish full moon

And laminate upon my luminance
And chew up the garments of past lives

And cry my soul
But no one will hear the plight of my mind
On strike for better wages
And more love

Thus, I will sit, and think and dream
Dreams that no one ever before dreamt

It is so very lonely being a foolish lunatic
But then as I drink to oblivion
I begin to think

Of all those things that I have not experienced
And wonder with a vengeance

Why God hates me so
Or is it only an illusion?

When will I awake
Or do we just sit waiting for more beer
To cover up

The stench of putrid rotting flesh
Waiting for death to take us away

To the Cosmic garbage dump in the sky
Trying to communicate across a gap

That is light years’ long
And will never close

For man was not made to know
The real thoughts of another

Man was made to suffer, cry and wait
For the party in Hell afterwards

, let’s us die and be done with it
Or live without our God damned dreams

Running our thoughts
Into pits of depraved madness

A Captive of Circumstance

Your thought-balloons are filled with wild and magical freedom ~

until madness seizes your think tank 
trapping your ceaselessly chirping ideas 
within the teeth of its snapped steel-jaws 
refusing to relinquish you; lest you chew up and spit out your mind-racing brain

ire over this cognitive quagmire is quite understandable ~
like the murmuration of startled starlings
amassing in angst and taking wing
your thoughts, your second thoughts and afterthoughts
gather in pulsating dark masses
swirling into flight and shifting directions 
turbulently twisting into tornadic spins
unable or unwilling to unravel and unwind 
as they hurl themselves
in a pessimistic panic
through the maze of gray matter minefields
not wanting to explode their legs-to-stand-on should they alight...

...and despite butterfly nets vying to capture them
they are whirling dervishes twirling out of control --

holding your damnation in a state of suspended animation


Susan Ashley 
March 24, 2018

Lake Fright Swim

Come on in the water feels fine

Let the temperature cool off your mind

But beware the fish below

Are known to try to chew off your toes

Try not to get to close

They are starving for human meat

They will chew up and eat you alive

So get ready to take a dive

It is fun but you won't come out alive

The bloody color in the lake

Was just a simple turn of fate

So take a chance and hop on in

The waters red and plenty delight

So won't you come swim with me tonight

I am sure you will enjoy

What's in store for your mind

When you get your bones will grind

The fish in here will change your outlook

Just look at me and what they took

Now no more can I see

No more false labeled empathy 

So come in now relax the pains of yours

And become a part of the shores

Smarter Than Guppies

Why do puppies like to chew up paper
To ingest the news I'm thinking, this caper
Smart ass puppies
Smarter than guppies
They just swim around smiling back at us gapers

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