Food Dramatic Monologue Poems | Examples
These Food Dramatic Monologue poems are examples of Dramatic Monologue poems about Food. These are the best examples of Dramatic Monologue Food poems written by international poets.
"Purposeful, you
cordon, blue
delectable edible.
Tangible Edifying
Soul most gratifying
Field to the brim over again
Land mass. Filled with weeds and grass
Much is at. filimion Porterhouse steak
Trying to stop those sensational craving
They be given up, gave it up man
I don't eat no meat, I NOW BE VEGETARIAN"
3/31/26
written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
All my life I have heard the phase, up in smoke. Boy did I find out what that meant, the day I ate the hot peppers. My poor mouth was on fire, it went up in smoke.
Date Written: 1/5/2022
I am broken glass
waiting to pierce your feet
To bloody you up and see your pain
For I am in so much
I want to spread it around
I am on fire, my teeth are sad.
My gums hurt, and I want to share this
with thousands of others
Wailing is what I am doing now
for shingles has consumed my body
My ankles are thick, my throat sore
Food comes back up,
in an untasty way.
I am broken, I have been stepped on.
Kicked to the curb, I lie in wait,
for you
But dare you come?
I would not if I had a choice
God did not deem that for me.
Choosing for me.
Which causes me anguish
Comes out as wheezing
The wind comes through, trying to sooth
but my mind is set against all hope
I am broken glass, waiting to pierce your feet.
I had a “me” day on Saturday,
the kind of day I live for.
Ignoring all the have to’s,
concentrating on the get-to’s
Dirty dishes? Who cares?
Food on the floor.
Big deal.
I do not see a mouse.
Boxes? Piles? Junk drawers?
All can wait for summer.
I only have two days to get replenished
And feel refreshed.
I make the most of it
Being the most joyful, enthusiastic me
I can be. Treating myself to all “get to’s”
Worrying not a whit about any have-to’s.
It is my way, and it helps
Monday madness not stress me in
the least.
I highly recommend it, my friends.
Who's in my cracker box?
I found a saltine in here...
And it's ready, for a bowl of hot soup..
Would you like to jump in, and join me?
I'm ready to crack up, and laugh real hard.
Too much salt floating around in here..
Gotta go..
Who's in my cracker box?
Cracker Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
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The Sacraments of Christian Initiation
Baptism, Confirmation and the Holy Eucharist
Lay the foundation of every Christian life
Faithful are born anew by Baptism,
Strengthened by Confirmation
Receive in the Eucharist the food of eternal life
To receive increasing measures
The divine life
Advance toward the perfection of charity
Written 09172012