Munching Poems | Examples

Smiling Game

Howdy friend, I'm new in town.
I think I'll jot a few things down,
which, I hope, might take a frown
and turn it upside down. 
OK, now let's play a game,
to see how much we are the same. 
These are things that make me smile:
a new bride walks down the aisle
the radio plays my favorite song
a child has a place to belong
fish in a clear mountain stream
being part of a team 
I'm weird, I like insects and bugs
but I also like kisses and hugs
a funny, animated cartoon
a cute face on a red balloon
a caring nod, a holding hand
the twanging of a rubber band
a sunny day on the beach
biting a juicy, dripping peach
riding the crest of a wave
climbing into a secret cave
I like to scratch my dog's fur
and the voice of Karen Carpenter
In the morning it is fun
to see a flower meet the sun
a kid on a hot day with a hose
a fly when it lands on his nose
I like to watch a top when it spins 
and when the underdog wins
the smell of fresh baked bread
a good story to read in bed
to see the shining happy glow
of a child's face in a talent show
I like munching raisin scones
and wild animals that no one owns
please note, I am also smitten
by a week-old big eared kitten

Humiliation

I thought at your fiftieth we would make up,
I saved every drop to buy you a new Ford.
Your Royce is still sweet, but it needs a backup—
Not a Lincoln, a Mustang I could afford.

But you threw the keys back at me in fury,
You let your friends mock me with horrid laughter.
On our disputes, you turned them to our jury—
They reveled, munching on our private matter.

You called me names you'd never used before them,
You left me unanchored in a wave of shame—
An abyss where you left my pleasance's scum,
Then heaped on me a full load of scorn and blame.

Is dating a prettier lady a sin?
Drown me in more shame—it quenches not the flame.
The more you dump me in your emotive bin,
The more she lifts me back into her love-frame.









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Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 52
Contest Judged:  June 14th, 2025 4:11:00 PM
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Placement: Third

Me and the Ghost

Across the room, I saw-
A disembodied claw. 
Waking my mom is not possible. 
For some reason, the popcorn bowl is full. 
A haunted spirit. 
Who won’t quit. 
So watch the TV, even though it’s off. 
I laugh and start to cough. 
My mom never wakes up at dawn. 
But here I am, starting to yawn. 
Can a ghost-
Make me some toast?
The toaster dings. 
So I started to sing. 
She never liked being woken up early. 
She is tired and surly. 
I don’t think she saw the ghost. 
He hid in the corner, munching on toast. 
I fell back asleep, until noon. 
I sometimes miss flying to the moon. 
Mom, you don’t remember the ghost, do you?
My mom worries, that is true. 
I look in the corner and see-
Half eaten toast, it wasn’t me!
I really wasn’t mine…
My mom says- fine!
I fell asleep again. 
Until the ghost awakens from within.

Break Fast

   Can't wait to start the day.
   Want to get out,
    And PLAY,
             PLAY,
                 PLAY!

   Momma said," Quit bouncing around.
                         Your scrambled eggs are all over the ground.
                          Pick them up and come sit down!"

   Oh my, I just saw a friend passing by,
   He may have more play than I.
   If I'm lucky he'll save some play time for me.

   Scarfling up the eggs off the floor.
   Stuffing in pockets,
   I'm out the door.

   Breaking my fast just doesn't last.
   Munching on my eggs,
   That'll have to pass!

Senior

Sitting all alone,
sipping tea, munching a scone;
elderly woman
in a quiet coffeehouse
looking for conversation.

"That was delicious",
she says to the young server
seemingly busy.
She tries to make eye contact;
the young one averts her gaze.

It's like that most days...
staring at windows and walls.
Human connection:
a rarer commodity
for those who so need it most.

riding the trail

what to see today 
deer munching on tall grass or 
slithering black snake

welcome to the fifties diner

Welcome to the fifty’s diner
Where there are chrome stools
Black, red and white leather seats
A checkered floor

Everything matches
A soda machine is standing ready
The chef is heating up the fryer
Burgers and fries are the main stay

The waitress has filled the ketchup bottles
There are also mustard bottles, and salt and pepper shakers
Staff is ready for school to dismiss
So, the munching, and conversing can begin.

Based on a Robert Frost poem

I, a window-flower,

and he, a winter breeze,
carrying along the birds,
the butterflies, and bees

Quiet strength's my power

putting chipmunks at ease--
munching seeds, without words
looking at me, to tease

Thinking I did cower--

--the day-- I did not seize
the breeze went with cow herds
(forsook for milk and cheese!!)



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"You're A Flower In My Garden" Poetry Contest by Tania Kitchin
--meets--
"Wind and Window Flower" by Robert Frost

The Bunnies Return

I used to count the bunnies
on my way to work each day.
But then the Winter weather came
and they all just went away.

Now it's Spring and the bunnies are back.
I see them on the boulevard.
Munching the grass, watching me pass, 
I'm glad Winter wasn't too hard.

They are the first sign of season's change.
The flowers will be next to arrive. 
As I count them on my way to work 
I thank God they, and I , are alive.






24/02/2024

The Country Radio

Lying silent
In a wheezing chest of words 
Divining whirred messagings 
Of a moth’s wings blurred 
Paralysed beneath the duvet
Hearing his antenna morse
Rapid flapping mind verse 
The country radio
Tuning from Earl Scruggs to beetles
Munching oak flecks
Blind above my head flesh 
Creaks like floorboards
Spine is peeled
Breathes the walls
Listens to
A record playing
Whose scratch revolves in ragged time.

PJ Day

  Grey sky,
  Rain and wind.
  Close out the storm,
  Bring sun light in.
  Cheerful music,
  Comfy clothes.
  Occasionally looking out.
  Making soft warm food.
  Munching a bite here and there.
  Lovely warm day,
  Inside,
  Not out!

The evening party

The evening party
The day of party is quite delicious
In a way munching and swallowing
Ladies with embellished apparels roaming
Making the polished  laurels highly jealous
We reached the place thriving and throbing
Inside the tummy feels sounding
The head found dizzy and revolving
At last we have reached the peak of savouring
The smell of delicacies reached our nostrils
I am in a delleima of choosing plans or animals
The house of fever controlled food and uncontrolled restrictions 
Uncontrolled emotions and uncontrolled emotions
 Small girl,cute and mute crying
The eyes vast with tears flooding
Her spirit was enjoyed with  sobbing 
Someone's called her ugly, so she was weeping
I called the girl, wiped her tears and hugged her tight
Buddha said, You are not, what others think you are..
It's only him,
It's only her
It's only a word
It's only a world 
Mind this till your life ends
Lest,you will be the target
A girl's mind full of dreams, flowering
Many evil minds fond of torturing
Beware,beware you will be paying
In future for the 'curse' rendered!
Litty Lokanath

Bringing the Frogs

Distinguished cobra with a top hat and tux
You are such a gentleman to all these ducks
They are being called, there is a big influx
Because they love what you do, these happy ducks.

Why do you like these quackers so?
Because they follow you to and fro?
Or because they bring the frogs from way below
I hear that you like munching on them starting at their toe.

From the Hollow of An Avocado

Sipping champagne from the hollow 
      of an avocado, on a cactus-lined
         boulevard in St. Looie

   While munching on anchovies
      slathered with salsa, the nerve
         of them calling us screwy

   On the dashboard piled high
      were half-empty cruises of gin ...
         By the time we crashed the car
         into a passing trolley car ~
   I swear I saw Busch Brewery spin

Spring Meadows

Once there was a dream, of green spring meadows
Bouncing rabbits munching on dandelions yellow
Through the tall grass, a civilization scurries
All looking in delight, for their next meal in a hurry

Birds chirp pleasantly, filling the air with glee
While red and brown squirrels, eat acorns on tall trees
Butterflies take flight through the fresh air
Sweet baby deer, glance around and stare

And then came a rain storm, and at once they all fleed
To shelters built up right out of debris
And when the sun shone again, new flowers agrew
Such admirable colors in the meadow all through

Then the rain dryed, and again all was well
Rays of sunshine clearing away the hell
Before darkness set upon the tranquil sight
To all of the animals, may they be wished good night

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