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Food Prose Poems

These Food Prose poems are examples of Prose poems about Food. These are the best examples of Prose Food poems written by international poets.

Premium Member Emma Frost
Emma Frost (aka White Queen) is a powerful character in Marvel Comics.  Is
she a hero or villain?  Sometimes, it is hard to know!...

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Categories: prose, fantasy,

Four cafés in his small town,  on fourth floor window looking at the neighbour tower , he saw his friend entering the  shopping centre 

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Categories: drink, food, friend, poetry,

Four Cafes
January midnight nips at my alcohol-rosy cheeks as I lean out of my dingy fourth-floor apartment window. I am blowing ashen-ed brew breath into already...

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Categories: night,

Premium Member Four Cafes
I was off for my vacation. After a long flight and drive, I reached my cozy apartment. Stars like diamonds filled the cold January night....

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Categories: drink, food, january, sun,

Premium Member Four Cafes
Four Cafés

Four cafés were at the extreme left of what I could see from my apartment window.  There they were, sparkling in the cold...

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© Julia Ward  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: image,

Premium Member The Peacock And The Duck
The peacock and the duck are long-time friends.  The peacock stays inside a zoo while the duck stays very close to the zoo. ...

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Categories: friendship,

Premium Member Dog Race
  Many dogs of different breeds participated in a race.  Dogs were so excited because free food for one year is at stake....

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Categories: dog, race,

Premium Member The Loaf Of Bread
During the Second World War, people were panicking everywhere in the world.  And of all continents, Asia was one of the most devastated in...

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Categories: freedom, life, pride, prison,

Premium Member Furry Love
In a pet shop, a female cat fell in love with a male dog.  The dog was so irate and said, "Stop licking me...

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Categories: funny love,

My Moxie
There's a ball on the ground, and I think
I should grab that for Moxie.
Dog food is on sale, and my cart is
halfway down the aisle

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Categories: prose, absence, animal, dog, loss,

Premium Member Sunday Morning Joggers
Goodness, I nearly lost my balance on the spiral seashells and broken sea stone chipping matrix.
My quaint obsession with marine life and that skyline paradox...

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Categories: age, art, birth, devotion,

Premium Member I Wanted to Be Like Popeye
I have to have it! I told my mother
Because I wanted to be Popeye
I wanted to develop those arm muscles
I wanted to save the day,...

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Categories: food,

Premium Member The Old Woman Has Visions
The old woman has visions, I was told.
I had heard this for thirty years.
So I decided to visit her.
No visions, she told me, but glad...

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Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade,

Premium Member I Live in a Van Down by the River
I put two garbage bags of junk into my husband’s car trunk.
I am ready to start filling up the lonely green dumpster.
Most of the year...

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Categories: life,

Premium Member What Kind of Grocery Store is This
I try to pass the powdered donuts 
They jump off the display 
landing happily in my grocery cart.

I am next met by a shelf full...

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Categories: prose, food, woman, women,