Onions Poems - Poems about Onions

Get to know your onions'

I refer you to my answer to a very good comment by our
Stalwart poet Joe Dimino.' You neef only Peel away to view..In the
Meantime i offer; all love to you.!

Onions

my dear friends,

i am writing to address
a memory of sorts:
a lovely barbecue,
evening, on the beach.

you all brought
ingredients
to pile on my barbecue.

you all brought your onions
your palette knives
your cutting board
and one of you were
cutting onions.
                at the beach.

the juices, they pricked
pricked

Pickled Onions

They don't taste the same
as the ones that filled
those big jars which sat 
in a cupboard serving out 
the four week wait.
My mouth still craves
for that first crisp bite, 
the tangy, sweet release
of spicy vinegar as my teeth
cut through the tightly wound 
layers, the sharp burst
of pleasure, the lingering
after-taste.

Nowadays pickled onions,
like those at the back

Onions make you Weep

In this modern kitchen where laughter abounds,
Onions emerge, their potency astounds.
Strong men, once mighty, now succumb to tears,
As the potent onions stir up their deepest fears.

Yet within this vulnerability, strength takes flight,
As each man trembles, their bravery ignites.
With onions sliced and tears freely shed,
They cast aside their pride, their emotions spread.

The rhythmic echo of knife

Perhaps You Never Got To Write That Poem

You ready yourself to perform that poesy;
a pen is held firmly in your fingers
as you concentrate, while eating pickled onions,
and reach for the notebook that’s by your side.

Yet once you’ve taken that book in your hand,
then pointed the poised pen at the page,
while chewing on that pickled onion,
there’s a distracting sound you’d rather not hear.

A

Onions

The old church lay in ruins, left to languish in time.
He was sitting on the grave talking to Sergeant R Johnston.
Well, I suppose you want an update on the war.
Let me see now, where do I begin.
Monday 0500 hrs, Pete was the first to moan, feckin hate early mornings.
Well, you would stay up all night

Peeling Onions

What I tell my friends if they should ask if I’m okay
Is I’ve been peeling onions ever since you went away
I don’t know what I’m meant to say so I can make them see
That I’ll be peeling onions until you come back to me 

Another day another sigh but I shall never cry
The tear upon

Tender Falls the Rain

Wishing some times
turns sunshine to rain
Tender falls the rain
as i speak your name
don't waste my time
tryna break my heart
you knew the outcome
 from the very start
Love me Tender
Never wanna let me go
sappy love songs
Sh*t thought I let you knoiw
Aint wanting hurt
don't like bruised feelings
got look into who
and what I'm dealing with
Tender falls the rain
as i

The Lament of the Onions

gloomy sharp steel wire
  stripped onions, sheding white blood
  primal tearful fear

Presidential Onions

Two men stood in my youth
Upon a pedestal which all beheld
Both placed on the reality behind the screen
I put my hand to it and cried

You were my only friends
Mr. Obama, you spoke about change.
All I wanted was change from my dreary life,
And then the other came.

Oh Shrek so glorious in your rotundity,
With you around I

Onions In My Dreams

Onions in my meatloaf, in chili, and in sloppy Joe's they make us smile
In scalloped corn, and of course mashed potato gravy once in a while
Onions are chopped, ready to be slopped into everything here
For my husband and I adore them, hold their taste the most dear.

Others can have their ketchups, mustards, mayonnaise, and such.
Onions

Un-Feeling Onions

UN-FEELING  ONIONS

Russian onions are all angry onions
They brook no differing opinions,
Disdain for our tears is obvious
To our suffering they are oblivious.
When we peel them,   we cry -
They don’t like us  -  but why?




1st   October   2019
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NOTE      In English we describe onions 

Onions On the Top Or Bottom

The decision is so right
We won’t countenance a fight
When you are at Bunnings you see

The onions are first on the bread
To stray will risk you being dead
And then your sausage cooked just right
Then waiting for your bite
Will mean the onions won’t slip
Causing a hazard on the floor a bit
So the argument is made
Tradition or safety

Oh Ornithological Original Onions Ogling

a = a and b = ? when preceded by a k amswer in 30000 words
A quandary could be said to be quadrilateral in formation but rusted tap thinks that water is very very soothing. Ok then thought the beaker I can fill now. Great. It is never to be said that a static shape

Girls and Their Onions

Small town, broken window houses
dead roses hang in kitchens
leftovers of other women
who eat beef in dark rooms.
            
We are not like them.
Don't touch us, not ready.
Our oven mitts are on.
 
Men can knob themselves
while we grind knives.
 
We don't want to be under the

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