Food Ode Poems | Examples
These Food Ode poems are examples of Ode poems about Food. These are the best examples of Ode Food poems written by international poets.
As a young child my mind goes back to Tom,
a pure dark gray old tom cat.
We went visiting in the town next door,
when Tom took up with me.
The neighbors said,
they had never seen him before.
We took him home,
giving him a bath then food and milk.
I dressed him up in my doll clothes,
then gave him a baby bottle of cold milk.
Tom was my real baby doll disguised as a cat,
and he loved it.
We both had many wonderful hours of fun,
as Tom got extra rubs with cold milk.
(Leo - our cat's name)
Dear Leo, this verse is about you!
It's being shared not out of the blue
He is the morning person of all
But he doesn't require a rooster's call
He likes going for a morning walk
Of course; only up to kitchen block
He gets delighted to stirring sound
And responds if he's in and around
He takes a stance by arching its back
And displays his prudence to attack
Wise enough to show his intention
Follows on to catch our attention
He does give no scope to any mess
He never takes food less or excess
Our casual talks filled with his bites
We feel proud to share all those highlights
Decodes signs like a flawless scanner
Wins hearts with an elegant manner
He always appears to be composed
With great love, the best of him disclosed
O faithful friend with handle worn,
Through countless meals your blade was drawn.
You sliced with care my cheddar’s edge,
And glided smooth on gouda’s wedge.
Though newer tools now crowd my drawer,
None mastered brie or Swiss before
Quite like your wire, taut and true—
A gentle touch that cheese once knew.
I miss the whisper of your glide,
The ribbons formed, so thin with pride.
Time may have dulled your sturdy frame,
But in my heart, you keep your name.
So rest, old slicer, on your shelf—
No gadget bests your work or self.
For every slice and savory breeze,
Thank you, friend, for the gift of cheese.
In that strip mall, The Breakfast Cart smiles
with morning fare crafted from scratch
as diners rush for untold miles
for ham and eggs that are a perfect match.
Rustic art coats each wall
with metal chickens and old ad signs
some so large, while others so small
as I soak in the comfort of these designs.
Many diners visit each day
to visit dear friends and to sit and chat
since the bargain prices are little to pay
and the setting is truly a Welcome doormat.
I cast my memory back to a time afar,
a delicious Thai dish styled Lard Nar...
and a Singha in my go-to restaurant,
my favorite after-work haunt -
what more could anyone want...
and as I reminisce, all the while,
I think of one pretty waitress and her smile -
and light a candle to time's sweet, savory loss,
to rice noodles, broccoli, and oyster sauce.
It’s early, I’m late, long night;
forget your skinny latte
with roasted bat guano beans,
blonde Barbie Frappuccino
in a caramel-lined cup!
Just the coffee, hot and dark;
bagel with schmear on the side.
Boyhood pranks
gave way to thanks
for the New York Yanks
and all those franks
In the study, bright and sunny,
I thought I'd try something funny.
Three minutes, that's all I need I cried,
As I set my timer, pen and paper aside.
I brewed my thoughts, to nice and hot,
Clicked the timer, it proclaimed a plop.
The words danced, swirled in a muse ballet,
Melding to a happenstance touche.
But, soon my thoughts began to drift,
To coffee and toast, as a hunger twang miffed.
I'm way ahead with my word play draft,
Surely there's time to pause my craft.
Suddenly the timer beeped, too late it cried.
My poem lay there soft, with runny white inside.
Just like a par boiled egg, it was yucky, half-done.
Poems like eggs, need full time run, to be finespun.
An ode to the gustatory ******
My mouth meanders through this dream
This memory of breakfast in bed
A lover seducing my every desire
Sweet maple, slight hint of flannel
A light crispness of waffle
Caressed by firm red breasted berries
A passing breath of hickory smoke
To mingle light sweetness
With the tingle of strawberries
Bathed in Vermont’s best maple
Eggs, uncaged, unfettered by shells
Sunrise yolks spreading across crisp waffles
To quell the insatiable beast of morning
Palate cleansed by the darkness
Of steaming hot black coffee
A tremble at the first taste of
Egg-stasy kissed by syrup
Teased by a sharp berry bite
Placed upon the edge
Of hickory salty ham
My taste buds shriek
As each bite intensifies
My gustatory ******
Oh pizza, oh pizza
You are so piping hot,
That I would gobble you up right on the spot.
Oh pizza, oh pizza
You're so sticky and gooey,
And so scrumptiously chewy.
Oh pizza, oh pizza
You are such a delicious food,
And always put me in a great mood.
Oh pizza, oh pizza
Rather it's pepperoni, mushrooms, or ham,
You are the great I Am!
Oh pizza, oh pizza
How wonderful you taste!
I don't care if you go to my waist.
Oh pizza, oh pizza
I love you so much,
That I'll eat you for breakfast, dinner or lunch.
In my kitchen, there's a treasure,
scrumptious dinner, it helps me prepare.
Under pressure it combines flavors,
Serves proudly, mouthwatering savors.
This wonder made of stainless steel,
Shines like a star among my utensils.
Rice, beans, soup, or stew,
Ready in a flash for the whole crew.
Safety valve and rubber gasket,
Ensure this helper is not a threat.
Though it shrieks like a train,
This gadget is a faithful friend.
I rely on this device a lot,
As it gives peace to my heart.
So, here's to the pressure cooker's plea,
Transforming ingredients into a glee!
Ode to a Tomato Plant
You are the green miracle of the earth, the tender stem that holds the red fruit of life.
You are the generous gift of the sun, the warm ray that nourishes the sweet pulp of love.
You are the humble servant of the table, the fresh salad that accompanies the bread of hunger.
You are the silent witness of the seasons, the faithful cycle that renews the seed of hope.
You are the tomato plant, the simple beauty that fills the world with color and flavor.
Oh, my precious press, you are my
praise-worthy kitchen helper.
You take a clove of fresh garlic, bland,
and soon it becomes a brilliant burst in
minced, crushed, or creamy paste.
My gentle press, you transform
the wild garlic and tame it in a most
determined and delightful way.
You impart fine perfumery in the air.
You make a delicious marinade possible.
Your actions provide a tantalizing tongue treat
as a succulent addition to marinating
lean red or white meat, or veggies.
Oh, were it not for you, dear press,
my life would be a thankless kitchen
chore, well-intended, but poorly executed.
I applaud your bold audacity!
Ode To Refrigerator
My regards to Refrigerator !
Cool temperature
Calm by its nature.
Superb in Tecno sector.
Most helpful actually.
No need to cook regularly.
Preserving
Deserving
Cold character .
Accommodates every food item as I saw !
Cooked or raw :
Not to mention,
but no discrimination
and puts equal attention :
Unbiased factor.
02/25/23
Noble, regal tasseled turkey
prominent, pendulous wattle,
garb of iridescent feathers,
and bright red dangly snood.
Your stately gait pleases my eye
and your beloved, peculiar gobble
sends particular pleasure to my ear
May you forever strut your stuff(ing)!