Green Beans Poems - Poems about Green Beans

... Mashed potatoes, Mom’s heavenly creation. Such a gourmet creation, was an alpine white. Green beans, like a Christmas decoration. Candles were benevolently, not bright. I c......Read More

...I love my family and they love me. We are all connected like the branches On our old apple tree With lots of cousin's One two three. And we all live in ohio in the good old USA. That ......Read More

...You have to come see for yourself! The hoe said to the rake. The rake yawned, uninterested. The hoe was always riling people up for no reason. Seriously! The hoe said. You must come see what the g......Read More

...The secret for great flavor in a baked cherry pie Add a little almond extract for the taste that will happily surprise For dull tasteless vegetables like cabbage and green beans Add a little ......Read More

...I am allergic to greens, so none of that will do. It is my persnickety picky-eating cousin, Lulu. But surely you are not allergic to lettuce, I say. Oh, yes, and green beans and peas. The radish c......Read More

...An oddly-shaped Thanksgiving bird: quirky turkey What we call Grandma's mashed potatoes: dreamy creamy How she adds volume to the main side dish: fluf......Read More

...Dreaming of his favorite produce store, Clears out the cupboard, briskly sweeps the floor. Making room for carrots and potatoes, Contemplates the flavors of tomatoes. Wondering how tall the okra ......Read More

... CAUTION, If You Do Not Like HUNTING, DO NOT READ THIS POEM. Thank You. Dad Grand Pa and Family, The Old Farm was the Place. We hung him in the barn, Dad's four by four eight. Tha......Read More

...Stella's Garden A gorgeous row of tiny dainty crystal bells lead the neighbors into Stella’s mystical garden. She is thrilled to see their interest, and points out other items that are growing – tu......Read More

... Woman-owned green beans won't string you along, But if you're a man, it’s likely you're wrong. Woman-owned green beans, our virtues extole, Hand-picked from the bush, eschewing the pole.......Read More

... Like soup . . . poems also need a good foundation, a flavourful base to build upon; I have no set time limit for my creation, though, sometimes my alphabets are woebegone ! Carro......Read More

...My mother’s kitchen really wasn’t so much. It was the kids’ kitchen, the daughters’ kitchen, where red food coloring met peanut butter and dried milk and ice cream in super-special surprises ......Read More

...Thank God for vegetarians there is more meat for me just wish those militant vegans would let me be It's not that I don't like vegetables I'm easy to please just flavor that pot of green beans wit......Read More

... The Garden Fence The garden fence once was, so long ago Straight and tall designed for a good purpose. A finishing line of that garden row So those deer would not put on......Read More

...At My Table The silent dead sit at my table on Christmas night. They have been buried a half century of stony time. Under thick carpets of weeds and grass they sleep now— Old voices that once w......Read More