Short Blue Cheese Poems
Short Blue Cheese Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Blue Cheese by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Blue Cheese by length and keyword.
Bacon,mushroom blue cheese melt
Chicken tikka naan
Salmon ciabatta
Sweet & sour slice
Vegetable loaf
Calorie
Free !
i opened the door to my stale heart
and much to my dismay
found there was much
room for improvement
AP: 1st place 2025, Front Page Pick 2025
Man of Belize
While speaking to a Man of Belize,
He admitted a penchant for Blue Cheese.
I said no its smelly,
It upsets my belly,
Don’t offer me Blue, if you please.
I only got a Blue Cheese
and I need a burger bad
said he’d only take Dixie
or a Jackson at a push
now I’m beggin’ on my knees
but don’t wanna make him mad
I’m in a foodie fixie
but he said “go kiss my tush”
crispy salad greens
topped with fresh red tomatoes
a colorful feast
slivers of carrots
taste buds are quick to waken
whispers of blue cheese
add some radishes
and strips of shaved honey ham
a marvelous lunch
I saw this on the news today. I lived my first two years in Buffalo, New York. I have many relatives there.
grown men gather ‘round
blue cheese in blue swimming pool -
bob for chicken wings
9/3/2022
Blue Cheese for me toe curling,
The silkiest yummiest treat;
Bamboo Shoots send me hurling,
Their wafting the stinkiest feet!
18.01.06
Composed for Kevin Shaw's
My Blue Cheese Is...
Dill pickle hated him so
Because he stank badly
Dill pickle screamed just go
Blue cheese wept thus sadly
When I leave the fridg, bro
I'll stink ever much mo
Dill pickle grew older
Fermenting like a bozo
Then opening his holder
A stink scent deathblow
Blue cheese and old pickles as every one knows
Create quite a stink, unlike the rose
But taste so delicious, way above par
The stinkier the cheeses the better they are
Spread on a cracker with a pickle in brine
To enjoy with a friend and a glass of good wine
Sour grapes,
Ancient clunker,
Moldy Gorgonzola,
Scarred garage sale table.
Fine wine,
Vintage car,
Rich blue cheese,
Polished antique furniture.
Time passes for all things.
Whether treasure or trash,
Depends upon the attitude.
Life is no different.
THEME: Aging
I fought the good fight, yet still I lost
and you stood in brackish silence
with bitter reward in briny eyes
proffering spiny frowns
shoulders crumbled with aging ache
and brow dimpled with sour failure
I staggered dragging the last crumbs
through the madness of a blue funk
Blue cheese and old pickles -
yukkety yuk.
Take them away from my face.
Blue cheese is so stinky.
Also its taste
even with wine I can’t chase.
If the pickles are dill,
I do not care
if they are new ones or old.
I take pickles sweet or
not one at all.
Dill is no better than mold!
I do love blue cheese,
It's tasty and delicious,
but don't take at ease.
Really I'm health conscious.
But off and on I relish.
I'm fond of pickles
but as I am health conscious,
I won't take old ones.
I cannot take any risk,
surely decide to avoid.
Something old, something blue,
Aged not old, a odd pairing,
which unfits the mold.
Taste acquiring,
pungent smell,
putrid looks,
uninspiring.
It is the dare that begs one to love it.
One good sense of five ain't too bad,
When you hold your nose,
close your eyes
and taste it,
breathlessly,
senselessly,
there's the rub.
Used to touch my toes
Kick my legs in the air
Do exercises in droves
Like I did not care
Now I’m full of donuts
Potato chips and blue cheese.
My ankles are all puffy
I can no longer see my knees
Have not been swimming since ’98.
Weigh now more than a boxer’s weight.
I waddle to my well-deserved fate
Have no one else to lambast or hate.
I shall tread 2011 with champagne in my veins and pink fluff in my brain
I will eat blue cheese and think of it as the moon
I will smell green growings and see only yellow daisies standing tall
I shall touch orange petals and know that they are gold
I shall hear birdsong and think that it is blue
I will try to make life magic - rainbow sparkles in my hair.
blue cheese, old pickles
golden girls fickle
like falling nickles
drop, spin, switching sides
heads and tails collide
craving connections
tangy affections
gourmet selections
these eyes fixed you right
put you in starlight
adjusting my sight
altering flavors
new bees to savor
selfishness favors
blue cheeses denied
cornbread and grits, Hi!
Don’t ask me again how long.
A good joint could last awhile.
That blue cheese smell gave gags,
the price for sky-high smiles.
Don’t ask me again how many.
Really, who remembers them all?
Some were fun and young,
others old and small.
We all had a shelf life.
No more swinging from the tree.
A grocery bag of memories
of that wilder side of me.
Wretched thrives going at rapid speeds
Spreading lines like ill manic seeds
Fanatic flowers attacking whack salad weeds
Hoeing each line with a cocaine breeze
I sneeze and tease these cursive lines with ease
Herbs dipped in asinine with the blue cheese
Cheddar mixed with ketamine, fed my epiphany if any.
Thoughts ready to go steady. Aim fire bang goes the confetti.
Anchovy that stinky small fish
Don't place it on my salad plate
Don't serve it on my pizza dish
As appetizers it won't sate
The odor clings to the lettuce leaves
It ruins each pizza slice touched
Don't serve me anchovies, it grieves
all my senses when they are smutched
Smutched means when something is smudged..
Rispetto is form but it is a rhyming form.
Yellow Mustard joined Olive Oil
At the motel, Blue Cheese Lagoon
Afraid he was much too anxious
Because she said he came to soon!
But he then knew what was ado
His cousin Dijon was more quick
Yellow Mustard was disappointed
Unaware Olive Oil was so slick
But the other condiments knew
They didn't need a measuring cup
They said it was in front of you
Come on Yellow Mustard Catch up!
Greasy fish, swimming in oil,
Helplessly lying on my plate.
It makes my taste buds boil and toil,
I guarantee, it’s less than great.
It’s shapeless, floppy, and limp like worms,
It smells like a pile of waste.
And I can’t even find the accurate terms,
To describe the taste.
Colorless and soggy,
With hazardous bones that you can’t see,
It makes my vision foggy,
It’s not the food for me.
When I see a king prawn in its shell
Some vomit I want to expel
This fish food I despise
With ten legs and two eyes
It’s really my idea of food hell!
I baulk when a king prawn is peeled
and that witchetty grub is revealed
It makes me feel sick
I look away quick
My disgust just cannot be concealed!
My Blue Cheese is Contest
Sponsored by Kevin Shaw
07/01/18
BLOOD PUDDING ANYONE ?
Unlike chicken à la king
of which I am quite fond
the mere thought of blood pudding
churns my stomach twice beyond
Indeed blood pudding
is my nasty evil nemesis
I am far from kidding
in fact I've made it the premise of my thesis
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted for contest MY BLUE CHEESE IS... sponsored by KEVIN SHAW on January 6, 2018 - RANKED 2ND
Have you heard the story,
in all of it's fun and glory.
It is about a young girl named Lori,
she went with a boy named John Dory.
She went running to the lavatory,
was this going to become inflammatory?
Eating blue cheese and old pickles each day,
sitting by the bay.
Her boyfriend John Dory just wanted to play,
she kept saying no way.
Now on her birthday,
she is getting a baby not a blue jay.