Food Free Verse Poems | Examples

These Food Free Verse poems are examples of Free Verse poems about Food. These are the best examples of Free Verse Food poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberTable for One

Tables rock theirs souls
with families, friends and children
I sit alone at mine
and I watch their laughter and smiles

It started with me opening the restaurant door
pacing my steps
and then saying to the hostess
‘Table for one’

I now order my unsweetened iced tea
and watch the waitress 
remove the other place settings;
An empty chair is my friend tonight

Comfort food; meatballs and spaghetti 
is what I order
I fiddle with my phone
as conversation has abandoned me

How many times have I cried
sitting alone
to believe that once in my lifetime
… I was loved


Premium MemberNever Say Never: A Family Recipe For Chicken Stir Fry

Never say never, always say "perhaps;" unless it's a
Wedding, a funeral, or your daughter's v-ball game.
Never say never, instead say "maybe."
Never feel forced to use rhyme, tired is the fad despite the ear's need 
To smile at the sound of music; rhymes are for the dullard, 
Like Dr. Seuss and Mother Hubbard. 
Never say never to your kids lest your aim is to model 
Human folly & the grace-skill of Forgiveness. 
This will all be over soon so please don't cry. 
Y'know this whole poem goes way better with chicken stir-fry.

Premium MemberIf I could, I would

translate love into food,
into money that matters,
into health that lasts,
into substantial living

not the charade of wealth 
that floats away 
on crimson wings 

I am still here!

Alive is more 
than a five-letter-word

I don’t know the birds
I don’t know the rocks

I didn’t know how hard
life would get 
until I was in the middle of it
© CC Bloom  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberB&M

B&M Baked Beans
Aroma of the senses
Flavor of Maine
Friendly breezes
Follow your hungry pain
The taste that remains
The place Portland, Maine
Lighthouse sight
Guiding ships
Maneuvering without through the dips
B&M fresh
Being no contest
One’s travel getaway
Being blown away
Nothing for less
Maine to gain.

Premium MemberQuail Running

Two quail skitter quickly up
this gentle country dirt path,
one running faster than the other.
     It's hard to keep up sometimes.

A dog watches from his porch
and wonders if there's food
ahead as he barks at the quail.
     Competition can be a real strain.

In his envy and frustration his barks
get louder -- the quail run faster
to the safety of bushes with berries.
     "See here ... doggies don't eat berries."
© Moon Harp  Create an image from this poem.


Premium MemberChase me, Frankenstein!

You made me to your making
this hideous hide of being

I roam the world
of ice and barren trees
starving
(more hungering)
than food will fill
or sustaining reason

I find myself, by taper light,
a more hollow skeleton
than bones of baren solitude

Chase me, Frankenstein!

Your despondent soul, can still see me
a blot away on a desolate sea,
a stiller ice, an unfathomable sand
I will be where dreams shall see!
© CC Bloom  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberFood Flying

Too much
food flying
on the lazy susan;
round and round it goes;
better
take while the taking
is good.
It’s good!
Chopsticks snapping!
grappling with white
and fried rice,
chicken, steak, shrimp.
Red, not white,
poured twice.
Nice!

Premium MemberUpon Lasagna

Upon Lasagna,
All splattered with sauce,
I lost my poor meat ball,
When somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table,
And on to the floor,
And then my poor meat ball,
Rolled out of the door.
It rolled in the garden,
And under a bush,
And then my poor meat ball,
Was covered in leaves
The leaves were surrounded 
By slugs
And then the next summer,
It grew into a tree.
The tree was all covered,
All covered with moss,
And on it grew meat balls,
And tomato sauce.
So, if you eat lasagna
All splattered with sauce,
Hold on to your meat ball,
Whenever you sneeze.
© John Long  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberCheese And Rice

                Cheese And Rice

They say 'Elephants and water never forget'
If only people could be the very same way
although sometimes it seems, as if we actually are
the people we haven't seen for many years and the ones
we only seldom see- how can we be sure they're real
when we see them? couldn't they be a memory?


“We don't have very much time to love' regardless of gloves
But that is something which we're supposed to do especially
if we have some glue- it's not written anywhere that we have
to stop at times of either virus or flu


Not to stray but could we have something other than stew?
Nearly any other kind of brew would suffice as would cheese and rice
provided the mice left us some- they're not exactly chums
© John Long  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberCherry Pie

CHERRY PIE
I’m sitting here in my cool room
On a quiet rainy day
Spending my time reading
Thinking about Cherry pie
I’m feeling sleepy
Haven’t had much to eat
Cat is fast asleep in my recliner
I’m walking in my neighborhood
I’m letting my thoughts drift
I’m walking too far
I want to go back
I’m feeling lonely
Yesterday the sky was pale and grey
All I can see is a red cherry tree
I’m thinking about warm pie
Pie in the morning evening and night
But all I see a lonely pie tree

Cherry Pie so pretty the filling so hot and delicious
The fruit right off a tree
Cherry Pie fly here to me
And land in my kitchen
Be golden brown and hot

I could eat the whole thing
But the fruit of the filing
Is just so hard to find-I love Cherry Pie!
© John Long  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberAlana

ALANA


Alana Fauna
How is your flora?

Is it growing happily?
Or is it in need of replanting?

While I have your attention
Is your bake sale manana?

It should be held before everything
Goes stale like bread or you haven’t
Anyone to help you with it
© John Long  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberRadmore farm '

Looks into; what 
Goes into, the food
Of Britain
Its well worth a view.'

Premium MemberButterball Bird

Butterball Bird


O Butterball Bird, please stop resisting
and get into the sink, for a seasoned bath
Then jump into the roasting pan, so you can bake,
in the hot oven and have a shower of broth.

Believe me, I know how you feel;
rejoining the clan isn't possible in this life-
You're here in answer to our prayer
Oh, Butterball Bird, this is where you're supposed to be.
© John Long  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberMamma Cat

Mamma cat
looked in the mirror…
I warned her: cut back
on treats or soon you
will no longer fit into
your fur!  She licked
her lips, then began to
purr – shook her hips,
all four; legs supported firmly
atop each chubby paw – I sensed by
her feline attitude, that Friskies
were her beatitude --   

Tail pointed toward the door,  
Took I haste to the store.

Premium MemberJudge Not

Judge not the cat!
He’s not a bat -- 

Insects alone will not do.
Needing a plump mouse,
A song bird or two. 

Admire his stealth,
From table to floor.
Admire his nap,
Angelic cute snore.

Entranced by his purr
Beguiled we pet -- 

Taps for the parakeet
He just e’t….

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