Short Menus Poems
Short Menus Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Menus by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Menus by length and keyword.
The clock face is broken and time continues,
No chef in the kitchen and food on the menus,
The sun is not shining and color bleeds forth,
I stumble and faulted and retain my worth.
Live life with love till death from birth.
Categories:
menus, black african american,
Form:
Rhyme
Hid all the menus
Windows did
Then shared the links
throughout it's grid
And spread the way
for what is thread
To mock the balkers
for their tread
And make their lives
a living led
For all the time
that's lost till dead
Categories:
menus, abuse, analogy, angst, conflict, corruption, dark, grief,
Form:
Quatrain
kleine perihuhn damplings
ein puter potage
action de grace-dindon
dankfest kartoffel
eucharista sauce
we give you
thanks
Inspired by Donna's contest
No finer tribute ode- than to be top billing on Thanksgiving/Christmas menus
Categories:
menus, animals, anniversary, food
Form:
Epulaeryu
lovers
eyes lock, hands touch
as they reach for menus
moments of electric tension
conversation, drinks sipped, dessert savored
inevitable shady scene
impugnable action
souls never part
lovers
Categories:
menus, truth,
Form:
Rictameter
Rabbits
Resplendent ears and tails,
rodent-like; but unlike
rats or mice, they are loved.
Renowned for Easter, they're
rumored to lay eggs; while
rural hares, their cousins,
routinely grace menus.
(Pleiades)
4/15/2021
Pleiades R Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
Categories:
menus, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade, animal,
Form:
Verse
Spoken words are as cryptic
as Chinese restaurant menus.
Combo fifteen please
hold the rice and cashews.
Music is music, so I thought
belting those hymns with enormous
volume, lest God be disappointed
and walk out on the performance.
Silence, a useless treasure
when trying to reconnect.
with friends, it’s always easy
as nothing, is written in cement.
Categories:
menus, friend, friendship, self,
Form:
Quatrain
Despite the fact that children
Keep increasing as to size,
If Ted Cruz had been elected
Every school’d be serving fries.
For while blasting Ms. Obama,
With her push for “leafy greens,”
Ted announced, that as first lady,
Heidi’d shake up those routines.
If obesity’s a problem
(And most experts say it is)
We should thank our lucky stars
That school lunch menus won’t be his.
Categories:
menus, food, political,
Form:
Rhyme
Black coffee for sunny mornings and hangovers,
or with the rich cream of a female ungulate caregiver.
A quick Danish for the tardy to arrive,
crispy bacon for first responders.
Duck fat in the skillet fry’s anything better -
let’s it slide off a plate.
Wipe tongues with Oolong,
Be sure to keep a store of nuts and berries.
Chocolates and red wine restores blasé taste buds.
Keep writing love menus.
Categories:
menus, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Unsure, the waitress
with fumbling spoons...
Eyed by the gentlemen in wicker chairs.
She goes up to men
with awkward smile.
"Water", one says with unfeigned charm.
She returns with jug
and menus, four.
The men choose lunch.
"Trout for us all", say men all four,
as if peas in a pod,
towards the gal.
The lunch is served,
and the waitress stands with lone fork,
waiting by a wicker stool.
Categories:
menus, girl, work,
Form:
Imagism
in most human endeavors
there are those items that just
don't quite fit in with the rest of the projects
from batteries to rubber bands
to unused takeout menus there is
only one place to find what you need
none other then the
family junk drawer
thats right folks !
the junk drawer
we really need to clean that
Out !
from mama to me now
I 've taken over the junk drawer
just call me a pack rat LOL
Categories:
menus, family, funny, visionary, me,
Form:
Free verse
Bacon and eggs.(Hospital Food)
So here goes a story about bacon and eggs,
Breakfast they call it,looked more like the dreggs.
but as i soon learned,was an outside canteen,
where in front of my eyes,rolls and sausage were seen.
So i orders one up,
with some pepper and sauce,
but had almost passed out,from how little it cost.
So here`s to the staff,
in the hospital canteen,....
What we tick on our menus,
please make sure it is seen .
Categories:
menus, angst, art, crazy,
Form:
Epic
Being a non meat eater
I'll never eat a spam fritter again,
So why is the special offer on the counter so inviting?
Am I back at school again?
Queuing up for dinner
And hoping for something nice.
No menus then,
Probably just as well,
And the fritters are there
With baked beans and chips,
Treacle tart and custard for afters.
So I'm in the queue
Feeling dippy in the chippy,
Longing for something
I can't really have.
Veggie Spam anyone?
Didn't think so.
Categories:
menus, funny,
Form:
Blank verse
To mark a big occasion
There should be a special meal,
Most often in a restaurant;
(At least that’s how I feel).
Today’s the anniversary
Of when I met my mate,
So therefore we will dine somewhere
Outside to celebrate.
Without a reservation
We’ll just stroll around the ‘hood
And peek at menus, noting
If the food and drink sound good.
It’s not our usual routine,
But after all these years,
Most anyplace will do to eat
And toast this date with beers.
Categories:
menus, anniversary,
Form:
Rhyme
Virtual 2050 reality ...
synapses no longer fire
they've begun to retire
into encrypted text
programmer proscribed
in the language of math.
Plasma screen progress
as hands are no longer held,
nor mouths touch.
No waists are clasped in a lover's embrace,
only eyes on pop-up menus that hover in space
spewing entertainment in a
containment of the species.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Inspired by the novel, "Daemon"
by Daniel Suarez
Categories:
menus, computer-internet
Form:
Free verse
Beneath the banner "FREE TO CHOOSE,"
algorithms hum what thoughts to lose—
a labyrinth of tailored streets
where every turn pretends it’s mete.
The app says "yes" but limits "no",
while search bars choke what seeds might grow.
Drop-down menus mock the "free"—
liberty’s a loading spree.
We swipe left through infinite feeds,
terrified to close the apps we’ve kneeled.
The tightest chains are coded thoughts:
ghostwriters scripting what we’re not.
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Categories:
menus, freedom, life,
Form:
Rhyme