Eat Into Poems - Poems about Eat Into

- Haiku X 371 - eat me -

                                          passionate desire
           

do not eat berries

do not eat berries
reddish bark is a tip off
poisonous hemlock

What Makes Me Smile

Smiles from me to you, 
making you happy not blue.
Friendship we can praise, 
as we enjoy sunny days.

My puppy is tan and small, 
she likes to sleep in mommy's shawl. 
She loves to play with her ball, 
while I play with my doll. 
We like to play outside, 
where she will run and hide. 
I

The Chocolate Cake

The first chocolate cake you remember-
The one I brought for you...
I baked it with so much love,
Glazed it with dark chocolate,
As dense as my affection for you.
Next morning with a tensed move,
I went up to your place,
Pacing to and fro...
You said with your eyes:
"Keep it on the table."
And then you said you enjoyed it-
Even shared

cherries

cherries are for me
fresh picked or in a warm pie ~
red heaven awaits

strawberries

strawberries

plump, sweet, eat whole or
muffins, jellies, ice cream, pies~
the fruit of all trades 

Eat not the pizza on Holidays in Italy

In Rome do not do as the Romans do.
For you'll lose out in many ways.
The pizza you loved at home
will an alien be,
a fake, a fraud,
with no authentic
flavor and razzmatazz.
For such compliance, 
expected in advance on holidays
begs a baseless bewilderment,
topped off with a lasting 
legacy of disappointment,
when your holiday is over.
For ignorance, indeed, is bliss!

Eat me

Eat me,
a voice hymns in my ear.
I snap back
I can't eat you.
Please,
the voice begs.
I furrow my eyebrows,
impatient.
"You don't exist."
But you can hear me,
the voice says lightly.
I stay silent.
If you eat me,
you can take all my softness.
You can take all my whimsy,
you can take all my pride,
and all of my serenity.
I know the person you crave.
And

The Plate

Not all of us ‘Eat, Pray, Love’.
One plate: a minefield
of coulda, woulda, shoulda,
of clink and clatter
long after a bite.
Taste lingers,
here!

'All You Eat'

Poetic trattoria  
a feast for the eyes
Visionary smorgasbord 
 of what — and then why

(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)

Lions Dont Eat Carnivores

Grass-eating animals are their favorite food
Lions don’t eat carnivores, they are not in the mood
When they devour the tasty stomach of their prey
They can stay healthy one more day

In Playground of Imagination

The question is,
should I listen to my imagination?
Sometimes it can go very wild,
I look for a lion ready to eat me alive.
There are times it can go romantic,
with hearts and love all over the page.
It has a way of bringing up my old memories,
some happy, maybe sad, or funny as can be.
In Playground of Imagination,
I

Loving Little Beautiful Bunny

"Easter is on the way. Cute and soft bunnies are what little kids are dreaming about."  Quote By Poet

My best friend is my honey bunny,
oh how we love to eat a pot of honey.
On a bright day that is sunny,
we will laugh until we have a full tummy.
You are so fun and cute,
even when

Eat teeth

When the purple turtle visits the supermarket the heels are worn in two. Heaviness and heaving are one and the same.

The exact trajectory of a star is never the same as reducing a pile of eggs to a penny and the wisdom of a wise willing charlatan is never to be trusted when dressed up

Don't Eat That Violin - Chagall

marc chagall's equestrienne

                         don't eat that violin

painted in 1933

                      

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