Short Bakery Poems
Short Bakery Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bakery by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bakery by length and keyword.
bakery smell fills the air
buttered after a slice cut
eat until your stuffed
P.R.Deremer
delicious dutch letters
crusty with sugar
delightful almond filling
Jaarsma Bakery
Pella Iowa
tulip Festival
first week of May
I returned to the better part of town -
to a bakery of some renown.
I spoke firmly - didn't hide my frown.
"This pineapple cake is upside down".
there once was an old witch whose pies
were unique in flavor and size
she delighted her covens
when she opened her ovens
with dozens of old crusty guys.
There was a chef famous for his quiche
Crowds came in and paid lots of baksheesh
Feds came into town
they busted his crown
for his quiche was sprinkled with hashish
There once was a baker who loved to boast
about his bakery down by the coast.
But the bakery burned down
and he exclaimed with a frown,
Now all of my business is toast!
Of harbors empty, like streets nearby
slippery fish sliding by
upside down from the bakery
sheets of cookies sidelined
What a lovely day!
Take a chicken pie
At a bakery nearby
Take it to the bay
Eat it without paying, yay!
The police caught me in a way
He does to a criminal, hey!
daily I went to Roldan' bakery
task that I performed with mastery
it rained the bag of bread wet...
to solve it I doffed my shirt
bread safe... was applauded for bravery
cheese croissant and café au lait
at a cobblestone street bakery
on boulevard du Montparnasse
soaking in the sun and the vibes
of a parisian sunday morning
AP: 1st place 2025
A chocolate lamington in a bakery hut,
Was feeling down and in a rut,
He found it hard getting off the tray,
Felt he couldn't face the day,
Until the baker sprinkled on the coconut.
Art
in the
bakery-
will she buy this
one
Tribute to Johanna Ey artf=dealer/artists friend
Johaanna Ey by Otto Dix
http://www.mess.net/galleria/dix/ey.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johanna_Ey
For the epiphany, this Sunday at thirteen
I wanted a cake of kings,
I have a bakery across the street from my house
hello I would like a galette of kings,
Apple or frangipane? Waw?
I didn’t ask for an apple pie!
Razzles
Chocolate Bliss
Gobbles
Bubbles
Candy Shenanigans
Bakies
Lollipops
Butter Mints
Chocolate drops
i avoid them all on Valentines week
heading to Mimi's bakery for delicious striped valentine heart fudge
Ruddy colored Buteo
hovering
upon the budding arms
of the Maple Tree
at the break of Dusk
in the blustering wake
of the Storm
Beneath the Majestic Snow draped Mountains
at the Worlds edge
Like Cakes and Pastries
in a Bakery Shoppe Window
Form:
Generic Love For The Bakery Couple
butcher went to bed with his cookie cutter
and baker opened her oven for his flutter
a recipe mix and bake
generic love to shake
dough rises bringing cake mold to shutter
connie pachecho
8/4/17
He phoned the village bakery
And ordered a delivery
Loads and loads of tasty pies
Ate them all but at a price
He spent the night in misery.
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Contest: Plentitude of Pies
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Stop! I found it in the bakery.
See! It's not a cookie or a cakery.
Sure, in a way, it's just like you -
sweet and pretty through and through.
So, I think I'll buy not one, but two -
spilling apples bursting with flavor,
something flaky we can savor.
FOR THE MAIDEN AT THE IN,
OR THE BARMEN WITH A GIN?
FOR THE PANETTIERE IN THE BAKERY,
OR THE WORKER AT THE FACTORY?
FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS?
FOR HIM OR FOR HER?
FOR THE WEANING CHILD OR HIS MOTHER?
FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS?
FOR THEE,
CHIMES THREE.
I race my grocery cart past the produce aisle
the manager there gives me a smirking smile
I am headed for the bakery in the back
lemon scones and blueberry muffins are now in my sack
I leave the grocery with no nutrition at all
These sweet starchy trips will be my downfall.
The aesthete bounds into the Bakery
He tasted all of the bread
To the village, the crumb tastes perfectly
Yet the contrarian said
I've tasted crust, and your bread is too sweet
I'll eat somewhere else instead
And the Baker saluted the foodie
Yet regarded the critic as phooey
Aromatic breezes come by way of the neighborhood bakery
Scents of pastry and cookies, decadent in every little whiff
The many styles of rolls, cooking, send smells like no other
While tempting, redolent chocolate and vanilla air moves me
Alas, I am sadly without money on this breezy morning
My one true love was Simon,
Simple, they called him,
But one day he went to the faire
And met Norah Pieman.
Oh, that girl was clever
She enticed Simon with her wares
And stole him plum away from me.
Now they live above the bakery,
Specializing in pies of every kind,
With bread and biscuits, too.
They tease me,
Vying for my attention
Behind the bakery display case.
Voluptuous, some bursting with fruit,
The brazen, the coquettish,
They tease me.
Which to pick?
The Austrian strudel or Danish
Vying for my attention?
Impetuously taking her
In my car, from
Behind the bakery display case.
they closed the brothel
to open a bakery
tarts still lay around
black forests are on display
no fresh muffins ~ nothing’s changed
They Closed The Brothel Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
14/02/2021/ syllable counter PS 5/7/5/7/7