Food Couplet Poems | Examples
These Food Couplet poems are examples of Couplet poems about Food. These are the best examples of Couplet Food poems written by international poets.
We dine and sometimes gorge as we feast.
While children are dying, we care the least.
The nourishment we get from food
can do our body worlds of good
Eat right by day, don’t eat at night
Life gleams and sparkles like starlight
Yet what about man’s eternal soul
Nourishment, too, is its goal
For without it, humankind
develops the body ~ shrinks the mind
Mother Nature makes little piglets and lambs
We humans slaughter them for mutton and ham
Lest you think mankind unusually cruel
Ponder what lions and tigers do for their fuel
She ate a tube of Super Glue
and now she's sticking to the loo.
Sixteen sailors strode into a pub,
Then a group of them left to get some grub.
Those who remained got into a fight,
With some locals who drank there every night.
Although the sailors did outnumber,
The locals (who were also dumber)
Two sailors shy of a ratio of two-to-one,
They (the sailors) had lost and the locals had won.
But then exactly half who had left for food,
Returned to the pub in a foul mood.
One local had left, a man named Tor,
Until the ratio was the reverse of what it was before,
Even though the beaten sailors couldn't fight,
The fresh sailors versus the locals, all right!
Don't ask me how it went,
For I will remain forever silent.
But could you determine how many sailors
Could be considered failures,
Because they went to get grub
And didn't return to the pub
Never swinging a punch nor taking a fall,
Against the locals at all?
Topic
Myopic
Assignment
Confinement
A Must
Breakfast
Sugar Snacks
Attack
Our Demise
Preserved in Ice
Happy End
Pretend
Potato chip, I love you up,
my darling little buttercup.
A cup! A Reese’s chocolate one
with peanut butter. Oh, what fun!
What fun is time with nacho chips;
delightful cheese to tease my lips.
My lips around a hamburger,
with onion rings my heart to stir.
Stir the chili in the pot.
Add Tabasco; cook it hot.
Hot, that snack I love so well,
is buttered popcorn that I smell.
Smell the pasta fantasy-
sauce and parmesan for me.
Me and cheesecake, cherries atop.
Once I start, I cannot stop.
Stop for ice cream; what I wish-
a sundae sitting in a dish.
Dish me up some southern fried
with mashed potatoes on the side.
A side of bacon, crispy fat.
I see nothing wrong in that!
That’s a spicy hot tamale.
Enchiladas make me jolly.
Jolly Christmas; candies sweet,
turkey, ham; so much to eat.
Eat a pizza. It’s the best.
Now I’ve gotta take a rest.
Two full cups of wine
even before we dine
Two more later, raised in song
What could go wrong ~
by midnight’s gong*
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*All food and drink must be con-
sumed by the middle of the
night... A 'Seder' is the order
of the ritualized ceremony of
Passover night.
Artists complain they’re forever starving
~ yet prefer wood to roast for carving
Eat not of the blood nor the fat*
God spoke, and that was that
Today, however, folks need reasons
to overcome internal demons
*Leviticus 3:17
The word comes out of me.
with a rare flavor and aroma...
I season them with care
so that they can be served,
food, fine poetry...
I try to prepare them
sprinkling honey and love,
so that the ideas
and poems come out
sweet... delicacies!
Words are, beyond everything,
supportive companions...
With them I never feel alone,
with them I do not suffer agony...
Words, then, divine friend,
semper fidelis companion...!
Written By: D. Collins 2/15/25
We all did grime to survive back in the day.
Some go caught up, while some of us got away.
I place no judgement on whatever it takes to eat.
By Any Means Necessary, put toys under the tree.
Back in the day snitches didn't exist.
A bid in Angola was a slap on the wrist.
You just come out the way you went in.
A man amongst the most ruthless of men.
And, if repetition is what puts food on your plate.
Do what you do, just like back in the day.
How they live uptown is how you strive to live.
And, whatever it takes, a man feeds his kids.
I write on my pets, most often my cats.
I think I may even have written on rats.
I write on God’s gifts that in nature are found.
I write on things based on sight, smell, and sound.
I write on great landscapes, on seascapes and sky,
especially on sunsets that dazzle the eye.
I write on almost everything that I know of.
I think in particular, I write on love.
I write on romance, some made-up stuff too;
I write on things mostly that I think are true.
I write on emotions, on evil and hate.
I write on TV shows and food that I ate!
I write on opinions I’ve formed through my life,
my joys and my trials (like being a wife).
I write on my feelings and sometimes on grief
and often I write on how life is too brief.
I write on my friendships, my children and kin.
I write on some topics again and again!
In conclusion, on paper I write while in bed
scribbling thoughts coming to my pillowed head.
Sometimes I get lost so it takes me awhile
But I always deliver food with a smile :-)
Hear the vendors at the game
driving loyal fans insane
“Peanuts, popcorn, pretzels” they shout
With my friends and me, they all strike out