Food Rhyme Poems | Examples
These Food Rhyme poems are examples of Rhyme poems about Food. These are the best examples of Rhyme Food poems written by international poets.
Just give me the room now.' Be it ever so small
And crowded as anything.' Spilling into the hall..All because an Elephant entered
And stayed? we were told only for just 'two
Weeks.' As violins they played; But that
Was six years now gone.' And the feaces and food.! Are a great tax to shoulder' i hope you'll not think me rude.'? As i shout, Loud and clear;
Its a small space
YOU FAT ELEPHANT..! that it might dissapear.? Back into the tv? Or radio
Perhaps? And folks, i'll not be sorry for my
Actions..No not at all, that thing is just
real plain
stubborn..Someone must make the call.!
What sort of beast
is made with yeast?
That kind of critter
is called an apple fritter.
Was it the food
or my indigestion
When I’m fully recovered
I’ll ask my wife a burning question
If I might propose a toast
to an aromatic morning roast,
where the orange juice of yesterday
meets the oatmeal of tomorrow,
and the milk of a continental buffet
drowns the Corn Flakes of my sorrow.
Scattered in a thousand clouds
The grey sky hangs low
What’s the scoop they talk about
I don’t want to know
Off I go to buy some food
Shop’s across the street
Their ready-mades are good
And the wine is neat
May the rich relax and sip
Their brut champagne
May the poor people sleep
In the pouring rain
Take it as it comes they say
But the wind blows cold
Colder than the other day
When I tried to call
Heard the sound of the bell
Ringing in my ears
You might feeling not too well
After all these years.
The rhymes scheme is somewhat borrowed from Edgar Allan Poe's "Eldorado". Sorry Edgar.
For breakfast, lunch,
or possibly brunch,
as fruits and vegetables go,
the best to eat,
the ultimate treat,
is the glorious avocado.
A fare unique,
a veritable freak,
as fruits and vegetables go -
you’ll never see
a vegetable on a tree -
the glorious avocado.
No, you’ve never seen
a food of grinch green.
Is it fruit or vegetable, though?
Indulge your itch
for smooth and rich -
the glorious avocado.
‘Twould say if could speak
“You need no longer seek,
in the fruit and vegetable row,
the fruit, supreme.
I am your dream -
the glorious avocado".
The pop of the fastball into the catcher’s mitt
The catcher’s snap throw to third
The crack of the bat from a great hit
Snap, crack(le) and pop were part of baseball first
If a book were a burrito, hot off the press,
I'd eat it bite by bite, I guess;
but, I'd do more than savor every bite.
I'd boil a pot of beans and begin to write
a novel of distinction, served up hot with rice,
and in the sexy parts, I would add some spice.
Marie shares her banana daily with Orie, an orangutan
He liked no other human, only her, no other child or man
They sit and converse silently, sharing their food with each other
She sometimes wonders if Orie thinks she might be his mother
Life is so often very ordinary
with things to do, so that's mundane
but they just must be done
without them life wouldn't be the same
Shopping has to be done weekly
for them we couldn't eat
some food we like, others not
our tastes vary just like our feet
Sometimes we've got responsibilities
to support loved ones at home
they need medicine or special drinks
or even just to recite a poem
Our vehicles need to be checked upon
so we can drive them every day
fill up with fuel for a journey
keep them clean and tidy on the way
There's so much to be done
we need to be healthy and so fit
then these mundane things of life
are done and so we don't quit
Heinz 57 Sauce
sweet and savory it does the trick
to add more flavor pour it on thick
grilling chicken or in a recipe
Heinz 57 is the sauce for me
Never bitter or sour taste
some sauces culinary disgrace
More than orange ketchup made for steak
with beef the sweetness goes on great
Flavor pork with a new taste spin
add 57 for a taste bud win win win
Who ever made this a chef supreme
Heinz 57 Sauce for sauces the King.
Reflections of a Harrowing Time
A deafening silence, waiting in isolation.
Within cold white walls, test after test,
no new revelation.
No food, no drink, surviving on drips of medication,
Reading medics' reactions, of puzzling looks: running out of options.
The delicate soul weighs heavy,
With rumbling noises from the belly.
Clad in dreary hospital gowns,
The fading spirit answers with frowns.
Out from a dark shadow came:
Will I live or will I die?
Hope whispered, “Nothing changes
when you cry.”
Praying, some say, brings miracles
from the sky,
Now is the time to look up high and
give praying a try.
Each moment is precious, no more
sighs and more of asking why.
Now isn’t your time to wave goodbye.
Zyrool
8/26
A squeaky wheel gets the grease,
but a sneaky fox gets the geese -
will wonders never cease?
A rolling stone gathers no moss,
but only if he uses dental floss -
I am at a loss!
The early bird catches the worm,
but dies from a food-poisoning germ -
It makes my stomach squirm!
A confused old man wonders why
the old rules don't seem to apply.
It makes me want to cry!
Each instructive allegory,
each proverb in the inventory,
tells a different story.
Mommy cat and four kittens
oops, neighbor ran over Mittens
Now four cats still alive
another ran over three survive
Three cats left across the street
since two ran over becoming road meat
Mommy cat with her kittens two
come to my yard wanting food
Get my dogs in a barking mood
that mommy cat and her two dudes
These three cats with the Nine Life Jive
look both ways while crossing street still alive
The street scored two victims could be more
if the cats cross street with pedal floored
Life is fragile times we cry
nothing so sad as when a kitten dies
But we must be strong and carry on
for those three cats won't leave my lawn
Start the Truck Mike...
I sat in a cellar, cold and dank
writing poetry that you said, "stank";
so now, I sit in a Left Bank cafe,
on a fine and fresh Spring Day,
where I turn to a colorful bird,
looking for a lyrical word,
but nothing issues from his beak.
Yet, suddenly, "Voila - Eurek" -
I hear my sandwich speak.