Short Palates Poems
Short Palates Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Palates by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Palates by length and keyword.
I wonder:
is one man's ballad
invalid
word salad
or a plant-based substitute
for veggie palates?
Discriminating palates
garnish salads with shallots
But when eating croquettes
avoid mallets
Tea leaf powder brewed
Token stream of tea devolves
Cyclye of life flows
Reincarnated grains bind
Nouveau palates sift huskings
Some say this pie is criminal,
mozzarella drenched with pineapple;
Pizza to devour or throw
euphoric or a waste of dough;
Two palates, one robust battle.
Bees are fragile but remarkable insects;
too painful are their stings
and they buzz constantly,
'though they make sweet honey...
oh, these small insects delight our palates!
Papaya, passion fruit
Pulp, gorgeous honey-rain
Painted skins of sun gold
Praise your calypso crown
Pungent tropical rhythms
Possess soulless palates
Present for my colon
Colonel Harland David Sanders
To people's palates he panders
KFC sell great fried chicken
So good, it’s really finger lickin!
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3/20/19
C oronation of lights
H eralding holiday rites
R inging bells guests invite
I llumined halls festivities incite
S ongs of carolers enliven dark night
T ales of Christmas ghosts by candlelight
M aterial aspirations pocketbooks slight
A ltruistic gestures to those with poorer plight
S piced nog, decorative cookies palates delight
Do spring the parched dust
of palates unhinged in thirst
waiting for cracked clouds
and marbled eyes
Do watch the grey light
shafting skin of sky and rain
sitting on the edge
to nip surprise
Do lift the white moon
on silver strings to star beat
floating on dew drops
and water beads
Do calm the ocean
a swelling wave impatient
waiting for cracked clouds
to cycle forth...
Forever we will run a castle.
We'll live our dreams and live happily ever after.
Together we will stay engaged for eternity.
You'll never break my heart cause your words are infirmity.
Forever we will rule a palace, You'll be my queen
and I'll be your prince of palates.
You will always be my highness,
You are my love of glory
and you will always be the ending of my happy story.
sun tanned unevenly, foxed
grimy fingers caress bruising
pounded by day's narration
churlish in onyx, was its hint
over feathered combs, see,
of flicked, creased pages
buried, stained words
were never read
while cold rooms grow colder
an author's sweat for nothing
stemmed the reader's keen
though skimmed at best
and your dilated pupils
captured out-of-breath palates
so I travelled second hand
yesterday, for just over a quid
Cardboard boxes, full of surprises;
celebratory treasures rest,
beneath the evergreen branches;
bold stacks of color.
Bellies smiling, hiding
delectable, culinary delights.
My heart swells with joy,
while our palates dance a waltz.
Emotion rides on clouds of serotonin.
Christmas builds
another miraculous memory
and the old year, ends with elation.
My taste buds are sent sailing on a warm sea,
of cocoa and cinnamon spice.
Cardboard boxes, full of surprises;
celebratory treasures rest,
beneath the evergreen branches;
stacks of color.
Bellies smiling, hiding
delectable, culinary delights.
My child-heart swells with joy,
while palates dance a waltz.
Emotion rides on clouds of serotonin.
Christmas builds
another miraculous memory
and the old year, ends with elation.
My taste buds are sent sailing on a warm sea,
of cocoa and cinnamon spice.
The lowly turnip
Earthy, fleshy
Roots falling from its eyes
Fed to livestock
One of God’s root crops
Yet deemed untasty
By most palates
Carrots and potatoes
Receive accolades
Carrots in orange party dress
So crunchy and sweet
Fit in the school child’s lunch box
Potatoes in russet brown
Mashed, fried and frittered
Prized alongside McDonalds and Kentucky Fried
Do not despair, my friend,
Not all root crops
Are valued similarly
Said the rutabaga disparagingly