Potatoes Poems - Poems about Potatoes

...My favorite vegetable is a potato I will eat it fried, filleted, with salt and pepper. Bring me butter That won’t be enough Some people add cheese. I am not interested in that, unless it is ch......Read More

...Listen to the beautiful Lingering in the tender voices Mingling with soup, potatoes, chunks Light joy, garlicky seasonings Inspiration falling, blending voices Temptations burning Away the dark......Read More

...the long view We, humans, live to kill; we murder something every day Take breakfast. we eat birds’ embryos by the millions And eat the milk the calf should have for a healthy life And the ......Read More

...People are a paradox, They really are a puzzle. While one can be so nice and kind, His mate might need a muzzle. You can never expect from one man, The same thing you get from another. No two......Read More

...You have fifteen days to get it right, you have fifteen days to fight with all your might, the toilet is not flushed, my hair is not bushed, and there is no bread and butter in the kitchen. The c......Read More

...Recluse by dint of circumstance Proud anonymous troglodytes forerunners of mine confronted threats less horrific than forty fifth commander in chief of United States of America. He/him (ma......Read More

...The Art of Being Empty I was baptized in the TV light of The Biggest Loser and worshipped a version of myself that I believed could go forty days without eating, like Jesus. I packed my l......Read More

...Saturday afternoon The wind blew hard this afternoon in Cascais whirls of dry soil, the dust, smarted eyes Not much fun walking around doing nothing looking into shop windows of expensive dress......Read More

...Potatoes And Mushrooms Fries are not only deep-fried sticks to which nothing permanent connects But also, what happens when a person makes some serious mistakes. And a way to eat howev......Read More

...Orange Crush made us feel grown. We were kind of older, on our own. Grape Kool-aide was set aside. We had cola now, and potatoes, fried. I remember thinking the fizz made me feel old. I was al......Read More

...I say taters instead of potatoes I say maters instead of tomatoes My tongue is full of hillbilly idioms I often say yeah when some would say yes Sometimes I say “I reckon” when what I mean Is I ......Read More

... The English language is a potpourri of foreign words whose sources vary from Sanskrit, Latin, Greek and Swahili and others original to our vocabulary. For snobs these imports have become......Read More

...My mam used to clean at Billy Bulson’s farm, A magical place of mystery and charm, With geese that cackled and hissed and every day. Without my mam I’d have run away As they charged with flapping......Read More

...I cry between the lines, A.I. verse this will never be. I defy the artificial assembler of words to impersonate, to predict this in living color. Absent from its language database is the driving ......Read More

... Mashed potatoes, Mom’s heavenly creation. Such a gourmet creation, was an alpine white. Green beans, like a Christmas decoration. Candles were benevolently, not bright. I c......Read More