Food English Poems | Examples
These Food English poems are examples of English poems about Food. These are the best examples of English Food poems written by international poets.
I love an English breakfast
(Sorry, my poor heart)
Bacon fried in lots of oil,
Two fried eggs as well.
Sizzling sausages
Complete the
Joy
I think upon Annette and Yvonne.
From A to Y, I said goodbye.
Now, there's cherry and pecan.
I breathe a gentle sigh.
I still love Zesty apple pie.
We have some squirrels that we love to see
which seem to be part of our home.
They run back and forth from our old Oak tree
and feast at the self-service dome;
to find food- there's no need to roam.
The plastic feeder with suction holds fast
to our sunroom window where we
can sit through the day enjoying the cast
of squirrels and birds that are free
to come- joining the eating spree.
We watch their drama almost every day:
each one standing guard for a turn-
at times with the stress of having their way.
They flee, and this can cause concern;
yet, when the fights end, all return.
The squirrels rank top in chains of command;
the birds all must wait in a line-
except when a Blue Jay flies down to land,
all give up their pleasure to dine-
or pecked as a stern warning sign.
With squirrels, we stand up close, very near.
They watch us while eating their feed-
accept us fondly without showing fear;
seem thankful we honor their need-
and show that we've done a good deed.
How lucky I was to inherit a villa!
Soon, I bought a tiny duckling for my pond.
Quickly and with a smile, I named her Camilla.
Together, we soon grew so fond.
As I watched her wet her feathers yellow blonde.
I built a dog-like box for it to rest.
I threw small pieces of soft, wet bread until
I gave her proper food that was full of zest.
But soon, another tiny duckling came with a shrill.
How happy they were as they learnt their drill.
And Spring went, and soon it came again.
The ducklings played, leaving ripples behind.
The pond was then too small, and I built it in a pen.
Until one day, I came, and not one bird I could find.
Soon, they returned, but wow: three birds were outlined.
Placed 2
The gifts are wrapped and ‘neath the tree
in brightly colored bags and bows.
I now sit back, my mind set free
to contemplate these thoughts I chose
and share this verse I now compose.
‘Tis quiet on this Christmas Eve;
a soothing peace now fills the air
with calming grace as I perceive
this moment meant for all to share
and bless it with a silent prayer.
And yet not all this time enjoy
for somewhere in the darkness roam
forgotten souls devoid of joy
who scrounge for food in constant moan
upon the street they call their home.
It’s right that we should show our love
and buy fine gifts for those held dear;
but don’t get lost in thoughts thereof
forgetting those who’re not so near
and close your ears their cries to hear.
December 24, 2023
I accidentally ate, consumed, chew in,
A thesaurus, a synonymopedia.
And ever since then, at that moment, by that time,
My words, vocabulary, sayings just sublime.
So when I talk, speak, utter a voice to someone,
I use informed, spiced, educated English.
I use big, humangous, enormous words
And synonyms like 'food carrier' instead of dish.
And instead of idiot, fool, stupid person,
I found better words like Vladimir Putin, Donald Trump...
And I now use words like geographic waste disposal centre
Instead of cheap words like rubbish dump.
It's awesome, fantastic, awe-inspiring,
How my language, grammar, vocabulary has developed.
It really is supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,
How my wisdom, philosophical understanding has emerged!
"Umpteen little moments of all living creatures are knitted together to weave the vivid fabric called 'Life' " ~ by poet.
The first wee sprout springing up from a seed
Bright sparkling baby eyes so fresh and pure
A wobbly calf standing first time for feed
Cute ducklings following mama for sure
Blooms that bring, to the dreary mind, a cure
Children diving into the pond for fun
Birds cheering us with their morning songs sweet
Peacock wooing peahen - dancing begun
Buzzing bees, wild, building their hives so neat
Busy squirrels collecting nuts to eat
Crows cawing and sharing food with their friends
Sparrows hiding under leaves during rain
Toiling hawker, his life in streets, he spends
Grandma's graceful smile - creased face - hiding pain
The fall of the leaves, nothing to remain
Date: 07/11/2022
Submitted for: It's All About Three Q's Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme chosen: Life
Quintain (English), ababb, 10 syllables each line.
Within an overplay of paneled oak
and illumination fittingly low,
set upon a table, its style baroque
a lighted candle, its shimmering glow
plays an unopened bottle of Bordeaux
Distant soft murmurs of discrete lovers
a pop of cork, the chinking of a glass
gentle rustling of changed table covers,
the whooshing of a skirt as waitress pass.
Low background music with a mellow bass.
A rich old earthy scent from burning log
is mixed with fragrant kitchen spices, sweet
arouses memories of synagogue.
Pungent aroma from hot sizzling meat;
a whiff of petrol coming from the street.
The napkin soft, bread roll toasty, warm,
dinner plate hot, wine glass suitably chilled
all precisely the acceptable norm.
Granular grating as pepper is milled.
I press on the steak; it's perfectly grilled.
Fantastic flavors burst upon my buds
juicy, velvety, succulent, tender.
The wine my mouth with fruity perfume floods
I finish the last drop, then surrender
"I require another glass, bartender."
When Cowardice and Sloth shook hands,
their deal produced a special breed
of thief whose basic low-risk plans
to victimize the ones in need
required no smarts and little speed.
This slacker wouldn’t keep a job.
He’d rather steal than work one day.
He had no conscience; he would rob
an elder of retirement pay
or steal from gardens on his way.
He knew the food bank down the street
had more than food because he’d seen
folks donate cash. Also, some sweet
old ladies ran the place. Some green
he’d gain, for who would intervene?
He donned a mask and swaggered in.
A white-haired lady said, “Hello,
what would you like?” His wicked grin
was followed by, “The CASH! You know,
I’ve got a gun. Girls, don’t be slow!”
Then panic set in—his, not theirs.
They had black belts in martial arts.
“HaYAH!”—They came at him in pairs
and showed him how they treat upstarts
with thieving hands and wicked hearts.
August 10, 2021
entered in the Panic at the Food Bank Contest
received NA August 22, 2021
August 25, 2021
entered in the August 2021 NA's Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
After many years research I found my title was my maternal gran's birth surname Gleedah ( manna in aramaic)This acrostic was written as a celebration thereof .
re-post inspired by my contest 1002
M iracles of life
A bundant each day
N ew every morning
N ature..divine
A ppearing by grace
More@ Mt 6:11 & Ex 16:15
Eyes rolling out with tears
Cold air whispering in their ears
Who are they?
Is it us who call them stray?
No money, No food
They commit suicide
They too had a childhood
Which they spent listening that they were roadside
Aren't they us? Aren't they?
Yes! They have complained
Yes! We've heard them
What did we do?
Felt pity, was that enough?
Poverty stealing their smile
And that gap such drastic as Nile
From where did they come?
And where did they go?
Aren't they us? Aren't they?
The question is......
Will they ever be accepted?
Would those beautiful souls
Still live in the slums and holes
- PRACHI SINGH
Toast and jam
Sausage, ham
Cap mushrooms
Red legumes
Tomatoes
Potatoes
Eggs to try
Poach or fry
Breakfast tea
All for me
Tummy full
Last mouthful
Happy tum
Yum, yum, yum!
Day dismal
Pink bismol
The summer grill has old coals that are gray
with little life to get the food well done.
But when they’re stoked with ashes knocked away
an orange glow of warmth is left in some
enough to give completion still to one,
old coals that burn with passion like the sun.
The few coals worked to make a sizzling flame
as charcoal flavor tickled at the nose.
Soon with a single hot dog one man came
and to this proud occasion old coals rose.
The hot dog was well done or so it goes
for old coals have a value someone knows.
7/26/19
Final Call Of NAs Your Most Meaningful One'
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Did you tire of one President's lecturing and preaching?
Do you cringe at another's tweets, his lechery and "leechering?"
Then as George W Bush Jr's term fades from the annals of recency
Let us recall the stirring words of this man of abiding decency
"Junior" as the USA's President was a bit of an anomaly
As he observed: "I know how hard it is to put food on your family." (Jan, 2000)
It was rather hard to take his Presidency all too seriously
After this: "I know the human being and fish can coexist." (Sept., 2000)
For education, he and Laura shared a passion, a yearning
To wit: "Rarely is the question asked: Is our children learning?" (Jan, 2000)
Of course, Bush could also be sharp as a tack, downright uncanny
Like the time he bragged, "They misunderestimated me!" (Nov, 2000)
And after eight years in office, "W" had become quite the orator
As seen in this reflection: "I think I was unprepared for war, --er." (Dec, 2008)
So there you have it, a smattering of evidence
~ That speaking the King's English is not required of a President
There was a gentleman from England
Who boasted how his land was so grand
Big Ben, Scotland Yard
The Changing of the Guard
It's too bad all the food is so bland!