Kitchen Poems - Poems about Kitchen

When cooking something hot, The oven mitts you grab. Pulling them on, you think, “Am I a wanna-be crab?”...

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I walk into the kitchen, hands not ready. Out and in again. Walk out without food....

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there’s something wondrous about a country kitchen its big sunny panes and open windows that welcome the summer breeze and every perfume nature offers to mindful eyes pointed at the vast outdoors on everything that lives and breathes in harmony ...

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ever really knowing if I'm coming or going meanwhile what am I to do with you as somewhat akin under the skin yet now quite skint but taking a sprint and just for fun making a dummy run if I may say it's leave or stay quite the conundrum of all things the sum but when it's said and done of the be and end-all none for should you ever think...

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the greatest classroom I ever sat in was my mother's kitchen she said give what you want if you get it back stay if you don't leave she said you might not ever get a degree in law but you damn well better get a degree in people she said you cannot have an independent mouth and a...

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Ollie onion had never been this mad in his life He turned all his anger on the kitchen knife How dare you try to peel me, you interloper, he said. The knife was embarrassed, his face turned red. I did not know that you were alive, he admitted. No one told me this, I am confused, he spitted. Ollie was not...

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There’s a whale in my kitchen He wandered in through my sink My cousin does some ’n She is mean as the missing link Ma says he takes Lulu’s groove The whale laughed at Lulu’s plight I say let the freeloader move Asked whale to stay all night...

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Mouse turds in the kitchen In the soup and on the pie Mouse turds in my kitchen sink I truly want to cry Mouse turds on my sandwich Boy that mouse is fast! Mouse turd trail along the floor Now the die is cast...

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Written: March 22, 2025, for contest sponsored by Craig Cornish *********************** In the heart of my kitchen spices exude their aromatic allure a harmonic blend of flavors coddiwomples mute grief. . . cimmerian saudade in...

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Tony Stark, with his suit shiny bright, Tried to cook up a snack, late at night. His repulsors went wild, The kitchen was piled, "My tech," he groaned, "needs a re-write!" ©bfa031625 ...

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In the heart of the kitchen, where flavors collide, You wield your vocation, with passion and pride. Anointed by Heaven, with gifts that you bring, To nourish both body and spirit, you sing. With skilled hands you blend, a mosaic so fine, A feast for the senses, where taste interlines....

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in grandma's kitchen the aroma so sweet with every warm dish a memory to greet the clatter of dishes and laughter so bright a sanctuary filled with love and light her hands work like magic in flour they dance creating delights that bring smiles in a glance the kettle is whistling the cookies in rows her secret ingredients no one truly knows with...

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She shivers about, tense at the inhospitable world blinds and plexiglass seal frightened creatures from. Rocking from root to root — in front, in back, in the sun’s silhouette, the wind fancies her social anxious, as if her and I were not sustained by the same substance, as if our roads will not diverge. When I learn...

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The soup kitchen wasn't far from home Or school After school was dismissed I would run down to mama's soup kitchen And have a bowl of soup and chicken legs all to myself Mama said I was too small for wings or laps Years have passed since I saw mama I work in a local restaurant now...

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Hey buddy, let me tell you what's goin' down. Listen closely, you'll hear the sound of my kitchen, underground. What I'm cookin' is so hot, as it were, you might call it nuclear. I'll make some for him, some for her. I churn out the grub, hot and fast. My cooking's like a firehose blast. As much as I make, it won't last. I...

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