Food Quatrain Poems | Examples
These Food Quatrain poems are examples of Quatrain poems about Food. These are the best examples of Quatrain Food poems written by international poets.
When Christmas nears, I reminisce
about the ones that won’t be there
for gift exchange and scrumptious meals.
I visualize each empty chair.
Then one by one, my picture books
come off the shelves. I dwell upon
the photos of my nephew, brother,
Mom, and Dad. Dear God, they’re gone!
Nostalgia can be friend or foe.
At times like these, he is a friend
who lingers only long enough
to help me wipe my tears and mend.
It’s time to load the gifts and food
to share with all my family.
No signs of grief will mar my smile.
Just joyful love is all they’ll see.
To honor loved ones we have lost,
we’ll share the special memories
that make us smile instead of cry.
Our praises won’t be eulogies!
It was so silent, thist most extraordiary Spring night!
I closed my sleepy eyes, on my outdoor, jade recliner.
Warm as the embrace of a beloved,summer’s, cuddly.night.
I was awakened by my Brazilian friend, with a gentle reminder.
“Life is no place for sleeping or weepng,you must live for today.!”
I so desired, to tell him, how very wrong his argument was!
But, I looked to my left, he had brought food and wine on a tray.
Comforting and joy, are gifts that only a good friend does!
After some reportage,he inquired of me, if music could I hear.
He continued… “in Brazil, we call it, the “Samba of the Stars”!i
My interest in his philosophy was most intensely piqued.
It was not long before Orion winked our way, my eyes ever set afar!
Chili for dinner and chili for lunch;
not sure what’s for breakfast, but I’ve got a hunch.
Served up with huevos, atop corn bread toast,
just might be the chili that I love the most.
Helene
Miracle Man
10/2/2024
A lifetime of work
taken away in a flash.
Only clothes on their backs,
and very little petty cash.
No food, or water, and many
already question why me?
But God always has reasons
beyond what man can see.
First it was the severe wind
then unimaginable rain.
The life they’ll now be facing
will be considered inhumane.
Others will give what they can
justifying to self they’ve been fair.
But all can remember daily
to hold these up in our prayer.
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Can't empty bowls be filled with rice
each day?
Whatever ever age, gender, color, or
creed
That mankind’s dire hunger be swept
away,
Not by crumbs when wheatfields are
lush, indeed.
The world yields enough crops through
sun or rain
And river beds swim with fish of
seasons;
Providing decent meals from nourished grain.
Then why this famish for selfish
reasons?
Man grows hungry ....yet, this is my
prayer:
That food NOT be used as greed for
money,
But life's blessing, God’s gift equal and
fair,
And nail this curse," wipe off trade’s
gluttony!"
I like all of my romances to be so cheesy.
I also like a romance that can be so sleazy.
I like all of my pastas sauces' so creamy.
I also like all pizzas that are so yummy.
I like feeling like I am living in Rome
With a Mediterranean man flirting with me in my home.
I like feeling him all up from top to bottom,
In all of the ways that surprisingly please him.
I like all of what he always is to me,
In him is a man longing to be set free.
I like feeling so high in the sky with him,
In all of the ways he fulfills my every whim.
I like this romance because it is the cheesiest
In ways that also make it one of the easiest.
I like eating foreign cuisines with him mostly,
In those moments I dine most gratefully.
Toasted teacakes,parmesan cheese
Croquetted chicken,fricasees;
Apple dumplings,yogurt creamed
Welsh mutton,in pudding,steamed.
Baked Alaska,Banbury cake
Lyons ices with Cadbury flake;
Gorganzola buttered roll
Side salad oil drizzled,in a bowl.
Melba meringue,warm mince pies
Filet mignon,mushrooms and fries;
Sunday roast in dripping jelly
Onions and peppered tripe belly.
Trout poached,not microwaved
Slowly cooked,and no time saved;
Thick fishstock,bouillabaissed
Beefsteak so lightly braised.
Hash browns,sausage,gravy and mash
Casseroled stew or goulash;
Poached,simmered maybe pressure cooked
Tempting meals from Granma's book.
"it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God" Luke 18:25
How rich must I be to give all that I can?
To help ease the suffering of my fellow man.
Those that are homeless & constantly hungry.
To give all that I can , how rich must I be?
Always food on my table, what I call quite well to do.
The woman on the street for her next meal not a clue.
I know I should give as much as I am possibly able.
What I call well to do, always food on MY table.
Maybe tomorrow, I will see if there is anything I can give.
Or maybe someone richer than I will offer help for them to live.
I don’t actually have enough to do much to ease their sorrow.
I will see if there is anything I can give, maybe tomorrow.
My Lawn
My lawn is my garden it’s weeds you see.
In times of famine, it is food for me.
Grass may be pretty, so shiny and nice.
But it is only food to grubs and mice.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
I've never seen a more comical face
than that of a giraffe begging for corn.
Its black tongue makes it look like a nut-case,
as its eyes stare down with an air of scorn.
Giraffes have a long triangular head
that sits high atop a serpentine neck.
And yes, they get disgruntled; enough said,
they are known to leave car windows a wreck.
Don't let its eyelashes play with your mind;
it's batting them for food; it's not a wink.
And don't think it's harmless, gentle, and kind;
it's far more belligerent than you think.
It stands aloof with a smug expression,
impertinently demanding handouts.
I don't want to give the wrong impression,
but stay alert when giraffes are about.
Toasted teacakes,parmesan cheese
Croquetted chicken,fricasees;
Apple dumplings,yogurt creamed
Welsh mutton,in pudding,steamed.
Baked Alaska,Banbury cake
Lyons ices with Cadbury flake;
Gorganzola buttered roll
Side salad oil drizzled,in a bowl.
Melba meringue,warm mince pies
Filet mignon,mushrooms and fries;
Sunday roast in dripping jelly
Onions and peppered tripe belly.
Trout poached,not microwaved
Slowly cooked,and no time saved;
Thick fishstock,bouillabaissed
Beefsteak so lightly braised.
Hash browns,sausage,gravy and mash
Casseroled stew or goulash;
Poached,simmered maybe pressure cooked
Tempting meals from Granma's book.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2008
Grr! I don't want to apply to work
anywhere with high-sodium food;
I'd feel tempted, and my kidney stones
might come back-- no good!
Granted, the Bread of Life's discourse
in John 6 is mysteriously vague...
Yet, joyfully accepting Him at His Word,
with open hands-- I still beg! :)
We will share lunch with you the puppies offered, running in a bunch.
The mailman was offended. You dogs who chase me would eat my lunch?
What is it? Asked the skinniest mutt, she was more particular than others.
It is something on a plate! The boys yelled out, all together four brothers.
If I share my lunch, will you stop chasing me, please?
The mailman asked this with intent, that was ruined with a sneeze.
Sure! The pups said as he split his lunch and gave them half.
Food gone. Chase was on. Mailman’s wife rolled her eyes and laughed.
One hundred fifty calories
in twenty-seven Cheez-its.
Unless you chew one at a time,
they go fast; best believe it!