Short Main Course Poems
Short Main Course Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Main Course by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Main Course by length and keyword.
Blood was toasted
in a buffet of hate
A violent main course
—whose dessert was death
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
The crazy turkey
Prancing through the open field
With no fear of death.
He knows the time of the year
Soon he'll be the main course.
An elaborate Fish dish
Served with Lemon, Lime
Accompanied with Sorbet
A Salad Garnish
Butter, Cream, and Bread
Rice, Pasta
Wine!
The grand old king of Sweden's
Appetite needed a lot of feedin,
Two cows and a horse
Were on his main course,
His appetite is no longer needin.
breakfast in bed
a rose bud
stack of pancakes
maple syrup
and for dessert
main course ~
sticky kisses
AP: 3rd place 2025, 3rd place 2021
This year dear old Santa Claus
says his sleigh will be drawn by a horse,
for when the crafty old denizen
discovered deer can be venison
he planned to use it as his main course.
I jumped from the plane with a great big smile
But reaching the ground would be such a trial
A hole in my parachute
Meant supper inside a boot
The main course for some hungry crocodile
To the cook:
Thank you for the main course at our beautiful Christmas dinner ......
now you can rest, dessert is on the table.
And I'll do the dishes.
19.12.2012
A-L Andresen :)
They thought that I was a damsel in distress
Tied unto their railroad tracks, until I took a bite..
This main course a franchise her vanilla cream skies ?
Tipping a martini two cherries virgin hues; the grateful dead.
Dinner almost over,
Dessert
Becomes a sweet
Memory
When no longer served
Time …
Main course of those
Not famished
By tomorrow,
Abundantly served
To those already full
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)
When eating leftover dressing
That was a good main course for lunch
Only compliment receiving
You could patent this honeybunch
He forgot potato salad
Left it out of his extra praise
What Rocky did say nots valid
For he was in a state of craze
Buttery mashed potatoes
and home-style stuffing
which cradle creamy gravy.
Turkey, move over.
Side dishes
RULE!
And I am thankful for contests like this one
that lets me talk about food, wonderful, food!
For "Fellow Poets~Gather for a Thanksgiving Dinner~ Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Gwendolyn Rix and Mr. Tony Lane
Much of the time we’re faking it,
the airs we put on most false
Impressions made and set in jade,
green onions the main course
Our friends change out with stature,
as silver turns to gold
An alchemist’s dream, the grandest scheme
—our hearts once warm left cold
(King Of Prussia Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Everything one says,
everything one writes
is a declaration of who
one is. I put as much
effort into my comments
as I do into my poetry --
they also transverse the
electron world. Missed
opportunity – Main-course
or a quick warmer-upper,
Soup is precious to my
table of wholesome Etiquette
and expression.
Tobie was lost in the desert of Gorse
He found Zombie a smiling handsome corpse
They hugged, made friends
On the warm sands
Zombie said,, " hey pal , you are my main course"
your hand brushing mine
those long smoldering glances. . . .
my appetizer
the taste of your mouth
a smorgasbord of kisses. . . .
the scrumptious main course
the perfect climax
sweet like death by chocolate. . . .
our luscious dessert
Written Jan. 26, 2012 for Francine Robert's
Romantic Senryu Contest Poetry Contest
There was a young turkey named Sam
Whose favorite food was sweet ham.
Though kept as a pet
He could not forget
Thanksgiving Day might be a scam!
Though liked by the folks on the farm
He still felt they might do some harm-
Like, choose him to eat
As their main course treat!
Roast piggy would ease his alarm!
I am a shard,
Remnant of a broken family portrait.
Jagged and rough,
But oddly complete
I am a shard,
Shattered platter at supper.
Lamb is the main course,
A sacrificial offering to mend what was
I am a shard,
No longer complete.
My jagged edges
Sever all mutual emotion
I am a shard,
Translucent and brittle.
My hard exterior is see-through
And I break easily.
YUMMY
Pickle
tickles
Eager tongue tempted to taste.
Can’t resist, but I make haste.
So satisfaction.
Need not to mention.
After main course to relish.
Hence in hurry to finish.
Sweet Sour Spicy!
Oh,Yummy! I see.
09/08/22
Re edited on 09/13/22
Touch, taste, feel, devour,
let sweat and tears couple;
Setting off a new sound
essential to your life,
my body’s your playground;
Touch, taste, feel, devour;
It’s overpowering,
flavor so aggressive;
Both the side and main course,
I’m cool with excessive;
Touch, taste, feel, devour
bold bite marks build bruises;
A chromatic fraction
violent plum surface,
all the rage distraction.
CHOCOLATE hands slide over IVORY skin
making her quiver with his built up anticipation
His mouth blends to her
Like melting CARAMEL
His hands provide a corset of feeling
Sending Across Her Spine
A Squadren Of Shivers
He croons to her
Let me make love to you
as the moonlight shines in
over their bare skin
CHOCOLATE Dipping MILK
Inside The VANILLA ICEING
Creating OREOS and CREAM
dessert
Oh, the taste of sweet mangoes
While relaxing on a Caribbean beach.
Such a refreshing way to watch the sun
Setting on the blue and calm horizon.
This sweet mango is such an appetizer
Preparing the pallet for the main course.
Stimulating one’s stomach for a feast
With visions of the coming dish,
The main flavor of the day.
Oh, I like tasty mangoes
The setting sun, and
Caribbean beaches.
I fear still far worse is yet to come
As if this was to be compared to
something as trivial as eating
out
Whilst persusing the multitude
of courses upon the menu
So pardon me my ignorance
or french whence i say
This to me is neither not the
dessert or main course
But rather what proceeds the
starter or horderves
Barely a teaser or taste
of what awaits
In ever increasingly amounts
Oh, the taste of sweet mangoes
While relaxing on a Caribbean beach.
Such a refreshing way to watch the sun
Setting on the blue and calm horizon.
This sweet mango is such an appetizer
Preparing the pallet for the main course.
Stimulating one’s stomach for a feast
With visions of the coming dish,
The main flavor of the day.
Oh, I like tasty mangoes
The setting sun, and
Caribbean beaches.
I wish you and your family a blessed holiday as you enjoy all the good things on the menu. Let's see: help yourself to patience (the appetizer), a hefty portion of love
(the main course), good health (the carb), joy and unity (the green and yellow veggies), kindness rolls, peace (the dessert), and plenty of humility (the beverage). If you practice self-control you should be fully satisfied at the end of the day.