Food Imagery Poems | Examples
These Food Imagery poems are examples of Imagery poems about Food. These are the best examples of Imagery Food poems written by international poets.
From fast food Trump chooses to eat
Congestive heart failure’s his treat
We’ll wince as this slob
Grows more like the blob
With gross swollen ankles and feet
sampling party spread
he s n u c k in uninvited ~
quickly ejected
Tourtière, Canadian—
beef and pork browned well.
Mom always added breadcrumbs,
onions, celery,
and mashed potatoes,
spice blend too—
yum.
Underneath the blue-black twilight
of an impending, grim, nightmarish sky,
I hear the ping of deathly bells ringing,
signaling that my end is nigh.
Buzzards circle above,
swooping down, playing with their prey,
pecking ever so gingerly at mourning flesh.
I swat them away as dread fills every pore of my being.
Soon, the sun will rise over the bloodthirsty horizon,
its first streaks of light illuminating the sands.
I know my fate will be sealed.
Sweat beads and pools, coating my back.
Trembling now, I try to grasp my sanity.
The smell of the air has changed—
stale sorrow replaces the sweet scent of desert lily.
Dusk is close at hand.
The death knell grows louder,
drowning out even the most minuscule of sounds.
The executioner sharpens his glistening blade.
Arising, I am led to my ghastly doom.
Within seconds, crimson will stain the sands of time,
and I’ll become nothing more than mere food for the forgotten.
Am just but a foriegner ,in this vile land,
I find no comfort,i see no peace,
This is alien,the food tasteless,
The water salty,the trees dry quick.
Am just but a traveler ,passing through this valley,
No hope nor future,am doomed to death,
I cant uprooot a grass,the mountains i cant shake ,
The custom is weak ,their grace a nuisance.
Am just but a sailer ,in this violent sea,
Currents beat strongly ,wind betrays me,
Pirates rule this world ,justice a treasure not found,
Rest is scarce ,profit is refutable.
Cooler breezes give us relief from the stifling heat,
A signal autumn is coming, and summer is in full retreat.
Leaves on the trees turn yellow, orange, red and brown,
As the days grow shorter, they eventually find their way to the ground.
As temperatures continue to cool, animals prepare for the cold months ahead,
Birds, reptiles, and mammals make ready for longer nights and shorter days instead.
Diminished daylight triggers an internal clock,
Signaling waterfowl to fly south, virtually non-stop.
Monarch butterflies commence migrating to their winter home,
Flying thousands of miles, their wings beating in cadence to an internal metronome.
As days pass, daylight shrinks and nighttime expands,
Driven by the earth’s voyage around the sun as we have come to understand.
As the outdoor world starts changing, all plants and animals adjust,
Preparing for the formidable winter ahead is a necessity, a must.
Plants start dropping seeds while animals gather food stores - their pre-winter haul,
It’s that time of year again, a time we call Fall.
Greetings for the New Year and the joy in everyone,
Sing a song to welcome in the year,
Celebrate the stroke of twelve and have a little fun,
Share a laugh and spread a little cheer.
All your friends are with you now, like a year ago,
Wishing you and yours a bright new day,
All your dreams are calling you, like the virgin snow,
Comforts in a Winter sort of way.
Lots of food has been prepared, for a hungry group,
Have a seat with those who came before,
Try a hot tamale and some sweet tortilla soup,
If you want then have a little more.
If your resolution is to lose a little weight,
New Year’s Day is only for a while,
Life is what we make of it, a serving on your plate,
Justifies the sunshine in your smile.
Now it’s time to go to sleep, but you talk instead,
Good friends always do to pass the night,
Have another piece of pie despite the things you said,
And fall asleep before the morning light.
Tender, dark and white meat,
Tangy cranberries and
The best-mashed potatoes
Topped with a thick gravy;
That is so delicious,
The mouth-watering smell
Triggers my appetite.
There once was a lass who waddled.
She liked running, but she dawdled.
With one terrible roar,
She fell hard to the floor.
Pat gave up eating Mac Donalds!
11/1/2024 Poem 4
The beauty of the evening,
The blushing horizon in the west
I adore much the taste
Of sugary sweets blended
In the black coffee
In the mug of beautiful evening
Moistens my thirsty throat,
To alleviate an exhaustion
After my daily affairs.
The glow of appealing eve
Freezes to the stark darkness.
Thin cover of Black Satin
Sets nightly all over my body.
The cool and soft warmth
Of my subconscious body
Spins the deep slumber.
My whole body are then senseless:
By the immeasurable beauty
Of my beloved.
Warming me up at a snail's pace
Plunges to an iridescent dreams.
After having dinner,
Nice reflection of the glowing eve
Switches into gloomy night
I clean my hand and mouth
And feel me cozy by the leftover
At the edge of my dinner plate
Midnight snacks sparkle
Like diamond inside the coal.
The midnight snacks
A few pieces of food desecrates
As the complexity of my life
Tastes saline as the ocean water do,
Comes out frequently
Of my dehydrated throat
Something more pleasant savors.. .
*
Remove outer sleeve and packaging
Place in large oven proof dish
Ride dolphins perpendicular to the beach
Paint weightlessness with fluorescent paint
Season to taste and add thoughts provided
Bake on medium heat for real before serving
The big green ones are everywhere,
next exit in half-a-mile,
they seem almost reassuring,
all done up in the same style.
Then smaller ones bordered in blue,
with promises of food to eat,
the big chains and local diners,
places to stop and take a seat,
then more such signs with the same look,
but this time it’s lodging and gas,
don’t really need a place to sleep,
though I could really use some snacks…
A small sign with a stadium
for the minor league hockey team,
there’s rumors they might move next year,
happens every decade, it seems.
And then there is a really big sign,
it stands tall in a farmer’s field,
hawking Indian casinos,
with their fantastic weekend deals.
ever so often, by exits,
I see symbols on a high pole,
visible near a mile off,
telling me here burgers and sold.
And sadly, there’s a blinking sign,
a warning to slow for road crews,
it never fails, they’re always out
when I have got something to do.
trifle made with custard
garden gloves and mustard
dinner listen answer me
do you want a pie and cup of tea
bake the shed ‘til ten past three
then eat it with a stormy sea
dinner can you hear me
don't cry go home early
trifle made with custard
garden gloves and mustard
It is done through me so don't
struggle against what
you can clearly see
Through & through I am
consumed by the artistry of
my words & what I say is food for
the soul
I'm told I paint pictures so
vividly
that the imagery jumps off
the canvas & comes
to life
So lucid are they that some
try to muddy
the waters out of spite
knowing they're on the wrong
side of right
I brush it off & continue to
rise like the sun
after a long night of counting
my blessings
My essence will always shine
through despite
the nature of clouds
as they just do what they're
made to do
I'm like an onslaught of rain
drenching the world
with my liquid nature
causing the seeds I plant
to grow
through & through
A mighty ancient predator a reptilian that’s highly feared,
distinct among its peers deserves to be revered.
Basking on river banks seeking the sun’s warmth,
but when it comes to mating it’s best in thunderstorms.
Crocs are deadly hunters that feed on every prey,
in swamps and muddy waters they live and like to stay.
They stealthily move in silence and engulf or seize their prey,
they spin their bodies to tear apart the flesh of game they slay.
Crocs are opportunistic feeders,
in darkness can find their way,
with the smell of blood and taste of meat they like to start their day.