Food Iambic Pentameter Poems | Examples
These Food Iambic Pentameter poems are examples of Iambic Pentameter poems about Food. These are the best examples of Iambic Pentameter Food poems written by international poets.
A black child knows the song of heavy trains,
as clanging engines brought my father home.
His weary, sweaty, fat thighs bearing strain,
from cooking pots of food for those well-known.
We felt the forceful song of heavy trains,
not rails or trams that ride below the street.
A move that in your gut of gut does reign,
black power that comes up beneath your feet.
Our past has known the song of steel on steel
as trains have carried tired heads held high.
When we approached we heard the air brakes squeal,
and at that sound we thought our hopes were nigh.
We've listened for the song of trains for years.
Their mournful horns just croon a memory,
and often resurrect the blues of tears,
or flash across the mind as reverie.
For many years we've sang the sad refrain,
with strength and power striving in the soul.
This melody of freedom laced with pain.
The weight of all life's longings taking toll.
Oh, sing a song of praise for those who bare
the weight of heavy trains within our past,
a rocking to and 'fro' from here to there,
maintaining in our spirits WILL to last.
A tale told by an idiot? Methinks
thou dost protest too much. In brevity,
the soul of wit, yet I shall be a fool,
for there are scarce more things in heaven, earth
than are dreamt of in your philosophy
and as the night the day, thou canst not then
be false to any man, nor die but once.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and
our little life is rounded with a sleep.
To sleep! Perchance to dream a little dream -
and lo! what light through yonder window breaks?
The fault lies not within the stars, but in
ourselves; we know what we are, but know not
what we may be, and yet, what’s in a name?
The course of true love never did run smooth...
If music be the food of love, play on,
for all that glisters is not gold, and you,
dear sir, have loved both wisely, well indeed.
Rest easy, bard, for well thou wore the crown.
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Phrases from various works of Shakespeare in honor of the bard's birthday
June twelfth, two thousand twelve, a special date
when all our family had gathered near
to offer tribute and to celebrate,
your birthday, my dear husband- held so dear.
We gathered at a steak house in a park;
some fifty friends and family were there,
with food and drink and birthday cake to mark
your special day- revered with love and care.
You had attained age seventy and five,
a milestone cherished by all those you knew.
A few years back, by-pass kept you alive-
miraculous for sure- and happy you
outlived your dad, granddad, and great-grand too,
who passed from heart disease before their time.
That special birthday brought great hope anew-
for younger members now within their prime.
Still doing well, as you're now eight-four,
and with God's grace, new birthday, come next year-
your eighty-fifth- we'll party even more
and celebrate with thankfulness and cheer!
September 9, 2021
Premiere Contest: A Poem To Your Spouse On His-Her Birthday
Sponsor: Funom Makama
(revision of poem posted 01/26/2016)
God Made Seas Which Him Would Please
God made seas which him would please;
Many mountains high along with tall trees;
Always seemed so smart and very clever;
Could tell by all the things He did endeavor.
Birds sang so shrill while small babies cry;
Saw huge her of animals as they pass by;
Rays of hope reflected when inspected;
God's Son as our savior He had selected.
So we would exist God food would provide,
And always inside me His Spirit did abide;
Each wild wave came rushing to the shore;
On bright beach sand we are sure to adore.
With God we will be calm and really relax;
Free from burden not having to pay any tax;
Doing things God is completely capable;
Provide food for us on each and every table.
With all of His commandments must comply;
God radiated whole world as well as beautify;
Even though we are uneasy and hesitating,
Trinity in heaven for all of us will be waiting.
All of my trees appear to have been bare
Leaves with pine needles lay everywhere
Grass no longer green we can always tell;
To see all of God's works will sit for a spell.
Birds still eat food while they are singing
Reminds me of how I often am have being
In God's sight things will be at their best
Have thought of Him much as I do rest.
What if gracious God I would have been,
Saving people from hurt and so much sin
Much responsibility for me to try and take
Helping all those whose hearts do break.
God I am glad that You are who You are
Savior of souls as well as a guiding star
Heaven will have so many stories to tell
How horrible angel had ended up in hell.
Disciples there did tell us about things
How in heaven all of the angels sings
Savior born who for our sins sufficed
Who one day was called Jesus Christ.
Now my Savior seems so close and near
Did die and to heaven would disappear
After He had been raised from the dead
Drank his wine and had eaten his Bread.
Smartest Artist Who Works Hardest
She seems to be smartest artist;
Paints pretty pictures of forest
While she will work her hardest
Whose brain has been largest
Her art work we always adore
We want to see more and more?
Trump she does seem to ignore,
And loser is one who is poor.
Paints picture that are with faces;
People who are tying shoe laces;
May be of perfect beloved places;
Great food on table that it graces.
After she straighten out the mess
Art work was a complete succes;
Envelope with it would address
To God who her works did bless
Jim Horn
So many years ago, in my teen years,
our mom received a gift, her newest 'toy',
a Presto pressure cooker added to
her kitchen to create meals we'd enjoy.
Split pea soup recipe she'd planned to make,
to cook for sure in minutes, not in hours.
Excited we had gathered round to watch,
and knew fine soup for dinner would be ours.
At once, the pressure cooker went berserk!
It started hissing, shaking...gave a hint,
as soup shot up to paint our ceiling green,
that momma shoulda read the darn fine print!
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Contest: Shoulda Read The Fine Print - 2
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 02/18/2018
True Story!
Serenity Of Blue
As in our rivers' varied tints of blues,
the color blends are peaceful and serene,
in ripples of reflective color hues
that mirror mix of sky and hills of green.
Yet, 'midst the flowers in our fields that grow,
real blue in blooms is very scarce indeed.
The few we see will thrill us with their show;
Delphiniums or blue wildflower weeds.
And too, in foods the color blue is rare
most fruits display a color that attracts,
like tangerine, red apple, plum, and pear;
somehow the color blue in food detracts.
So nature gifts us blues in soft sky blue
reflected in her rivers, lakes or seas.
Though rarest of earth colors, it is true,
serenity of blue will always please.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Mid-May Standard
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 05/14/2018
~2nd Place~
Contest: The Color Blue
Sponsor: Janis Thompson
Judged: 01/30/2017
YOUR MORNING BAGEL Doylestown PA
Consider this, as buds break out on trees
not yet a leaf, the sight that no one sees
as walking through the borough mesmerized
past ancient mansions seen, not realized.
Through early morning air, our sence of smell
arouses to a bagels morning bell;
it tells us to awake, this is a day
we gain another try to make our way.
Past tiny shops of books and pottery
of artists who record what used to be,
and at sidewalk cafes, we take a pause
considering what's real, or never was.
We hear the groan of traffic come alive;
the buzzing of our time and constant hive;
but who can see the budding of the tree
that's made for us to always never see?
Consider this, of time we've none to spare
to capture in our heart the birthing there;
no longer for a blinking of the eye;
what time has brought along, too soon will die.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
She is a princess sitting on her throne;
her subjects down below now make their way
towards waiting hands, for only them alone
she holds a prize she wants to give away.
They paddle towards her through the river flow
to the reward she holds for them to share,
for she is here most every day to throw
this sustenance to them with gentle care.
She is their princess, and to her, they look
with eyes intent on gifts within her hand.
So cute they are, like in a story book,
the ducklings come; they seem to understand.
The sun is bright and water ripples dance
as these sweet creatures visit her today.
There is an air of symbiotic trance...
they come, she feeds...all share a 'love buffet'.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Feeding the Ducklings
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 05/30/2016
June twelfth, two thousand twelve, a special date
for all our family to gather near
to offer tribute and to celebrate,
the birthday of my husband held so dear.
We gathered at a steak house in a park;
some fifty friends and family were there,
with food and drink and birthday cake to mark
this special day revered with love and care.
He had attained age seventy and five,
a milestone cherished by his family.
A few years back, by-pass kept him alive...
miraculous for sure, and gladly he
outlived his dad, granddad, and great-grand too,
who passed from heart disease before their time.
This special birthday brought us hope anew
for younger members now within their prime.
Still doing well; with grace of God, come soon,
age seventy and nine he'll be this June.
January 26, 2016
Contest: Birthday Party
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
January 26, 2016
MIGHTY and UNAFRAID
Master wind is singing a lullaby
Luscious limbs of the trees waving up high
Outstretched are her arms reaching every heights
Swirling free on downy clouds as she flies
Skyward in air with dull sounds, dalliance
Of an eagle rushing twining with space
With claws, her gyrating wheels in balance
Tumbling, flirting to cluster loops with grace
Her twin eyes: wise and sharp to her victim
Innocently playing beside the woods
Strongly flapping her wings quick to her whim
With a brisk dab, clinching claws grip her food
Swooping the now lifeless little green bird
To her thick nest up on the tree, where there
her seven eaglets are fledgling out wards
tweedling, calling mother eagle so dire
I, the mighty eagle of the heavens
Gifted with the strength to glide and conquer
Unafraid to spread my wings o'er Eden
Ever monarch proud in all wild wander
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==CONTEST NAME: GOLDEN EAGLE==
==Contest Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton==
~~3rd Place~~
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
4:47pm, October 12, 2015
Just having some fun
The taxes are coming but I am broke
No food to eat but some porridge and soup
It seems that life right now is very hard
Now I am on the road to the poorhouse
The roof is in sore need of much repair
The pots I need are more then's in this shack
The porch now it is falling down as well
Now I am on the road to the poorhouse
I lost my job without any notice
The foreman said I'm not needed you see
No work to be had for many a mile
Now I am on the road to the poorhouse
The rest of my family is doing quite well
Good jobs they have and food on the table
Their children are cared for or working too
But I am on the road to the poorhouse
I guess I'll have to make the best of it
I will just get on the government dole
Until I find something else that I can do
So I can stay away from the poorhouse
I'll rent a room that is all I will need
I will then make it up to look quite nice
Then I will look for something else to do
Then I won't have to go to the poorhouse
Part 1
Lithium, Sodium, Potassium
All from Periodic Table Group One
Their reactivity is maximum
And they affect the human condition
Rechargeable batteries use Lithium
As a component in their production
It tries to make mental health optimum
In treating the bipolar condition
Sodium is essential in nutrition
As sodium chloride salt in food for taste
Sodium compounds home products are common
Some are baking soda, soap and toothpaste
Healthy nutrition needs Potassium
A good source of it is the banana
It's used in fireworks which are awesome
And also used in plant fertilizer
Part 2
I can still remember quite vividly
Watching alkali elements' power
It was in a lab class in chemistry
Demonstrated by our class teacher
A piece of sodium placed on water
Began to hiss very furiously
It then sped up under its own power
And ran around as if it was crazy
Potassium was much more violent
It made an extremely loud crackling sound
Then suddenly up into flames it went
And scared the wits out of the class around
O dried up leaf lying there on the ground
Fallen from the top of a sturdy tree
Where you viewed everything that was around
While you bathed in the sunshine's glory
You manufactured food from the sunlight
And together with the help of the roots
Faithfully nourished your parent just right
Creating a sturdy tree bearing fruits
In spring and summer you wore brilliant green
And supplied shade to others from the sun
In autumn you became more colourful
and before winter dropped off one by one
Even now as you lay there on the dirt
Nature must move on in its cyclic line
You shall soon become a part of the earth
And become food for others of your kind
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