Meatless Poems - Poems about Meatless

...Consumed I remember in poverty, eating ramen noodles, daily. Beans and Weenies. Meatless sauce spaghetti. Rice, Rice, Rice, without any real spice. Bologna Sandwiches. Hamburger He......

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... I wonder: is one man's ballad invalid word salad or a plant-based substitute for veggie palates? ......

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...Kelso has a boat smeared to the gunnels, with cawk and greasy weeds. Kelso is old enough to be free of care, his dog don't care neither. At the prow of dawn he hauls dripping lobsters in ......

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...Save the earth by going vegan honestly don't know if I can T bone steak bloody rare each morsel a bite you cannot spare Jawing on the bone when the meat is gone lick the plate it's never wrong......

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...When Mom took down the blue bucket we knew what it meant. We were getting close to the end of the month. Inside were the canned goods we can use to stretch our food. Creamed corn, peas, beans- lim......

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...The cry rings out, "Man will go to Mars!" But who will heal my last affair's scars? Soon man will return to the moon Yet will I find true love this June? We can now make meatless burgers ......

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...And For Supper Tonight... The Missus Prepared Her Trademark Tortilla Pizza Hmm...yum...after a hard days night of reading Hebrew, though I do not know a word, nonetheless taking leftist to rig......

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...Oh, goodness, how my initiative has flustered. I think that my meatless Fridays will receive fruits of reward and hence I grow faint. I sigh through dear retirement of a beloved pastor. Alas, ......

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...Worm mutton cottage fries made without oil, ants on chocolate toast, Bread made of almonds, and healthy carrot-laden Robin egg soup. Vegetarian sandwiches lavishly sprinkled with the most Delightf......

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... If you want to keep your expanding civil liberty weight down, we suggest you try the alphabet dictator soup It’s demagogue-approved to keep the publi......

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...Who Owns a Poem? Could I call a poem – a poem if I titled it as such or would this egocentricity cause the poets to turn on me? Words - shifting sands - rolling stones shadows cast by meatl......

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...Tomorrow will come to mind soon when we'll part ways to come again. We will forget yesterday we cried rain, we will remember the meatless meal we shared behind door of ignorance. Africa have m......

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...Tell mother I am but a girlchild I am not yet a woman to be married. let me not write this sorrow that men would see and cry tomorrow, Let them not paint a scary picture today. Tell father l a......

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...Hold my hand! Forget my tears. Let me show you papa's grave, he was a hero with a basket mouth. He tinted our future with his wagging Lips, his eyes, a staccato of his old self. Stop roman......

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...To Isoboye Danagogo Song about you reminds me of Africa you are an embodiment of African culture Look into your palms and see the route of our lives cemented by love... A piece of me is in you......

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