Short Foodme Poems

Short Foodme Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Foodme by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Foodme by length and keyword.


Avocado

I'm cool, refreshing and I'm green
My lizardlike skin keeps my heart unseen
You can cut me in half
Or mix up my guts-
Spread me around, it does'nt matter that much-
Cuz I'm cool, refreshing and green;
And you love me!
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Coffee

Warm, dark, and
Soothing.
Your promiscuous
Odor lulls me into
A spell
Of nostalgia and
Excitement.
Your rubust flavor
Fills me with a 
Voluptuous 
Propensity for something
Spicy, and as your
Contagious titillations
Course
Through my body,
My brain becomes
Enveloped in 
An euphoric wonderland.

Fruit To Nuts

There’s nothing more refreshing
than a delicious fruit cup
But it reminds me of myself
because all the good things inside are all mixed up.

My feelings for Snickers are not just lust
Can’t resist the CHOCOLATE, can’t resist the NUTS
It really reminds me of my Man
Since I try to get a piece every time I can!!



By Ms. Keshia Murphy
Form: Rhyme

Beef Flavored Ramen

barren
i pour life into your carcass
three minute companion
join me for an afternoon busied by the flusters of the world

endless noodle sucked through an indifferent orifice
brown abyss
what lies beneath the surface?
floating buoys aptly distract my visual analysis
yellow, orange, green

styrofoam smirk!
allow me to revel in your sweat
for my lack of toil

I Like Fruit

Apple crisp or apple crumble
They are both desserts
That will make me stumble

Apple turnover or apple pie
They are both foods
That make me feel high

Apple cider or apple juice
They are both drinks
That make me feel loose

Candied apples or apples in caramel
Both are served on sticks
Of which nothing is comparable

You see I like fruits
And how they are served
If you pick all the roots
You’ll get what’s deserved
me


Premium Member My Favorite

I don't claim to be an epicure
But there's one pasta dish that's sure
To get me to the table fast.
It's macaroni/beef goulash.

I make it with the small sea shells.
My tongue tastes of the little wells
Of tomato sauce that's found therein,
So tasty that it make me grin.

When I am tired and want to crash 
A big bowl of my loved goulash
Will pep me up as it fills my tummy.
I love it because it is so yummy.




For Linda Maries pasta contest.
me
Form: Rhyme

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