Short Preservatives Poems
Short Preservatives Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Preservatives by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Preservatives by length and keyword.
Shelf Life
Preservatives in food
ensure a longer shelf life –
and since those foods we eat
are loaded with preservatives,
shouldn’t we likewise
enjoy a longer life?...
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Categories:
preservatives, food,
Form:
Didactic
DOUBLE STANTARDS
Here’s the double standard
The goal for someone
To eat healthy is
Not putting pesticides
Steroids, antibiotics
And preservatives in
The food to preserve it
Which is harmful to the
Human body
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Categories:
preservatives, food, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Fifth Graders Feet of Today
Their feet are not petite. They are huge.
No hiding or sneaking. No subterfuge.
Fifth graders' feet are as big as boats.
Where is the drink me anecdote?
Clown shoes for them might be too small.
If I had their feet, I would never fall.
Preservatives have bulked them up so big.
Here is be tiny juice, please take a swig....
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Categories:
preservatives, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th
Form:
Rhyme
the parties
democracy is
like mobocracy or like
gangocracy ~ folks
conservatives are
like preservatives ~ packaged
seasoned condiments
green party nature's
most guarded percentages ~
dimes quarters and halves
national org. of
women ~ beauty contest is
the bow wow n-o-w club
peace corp manned front lines
hyped to show peace sign with hands
~ fingers ... two not one...
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Categories:
preservatives, analogy,
Form:
Senryu
Love's Preservatives
Like a cake
Love’s icing
Its coloring and sweetness
The calories never mind
Makes up the tastes
In love
The three letter word: I LOVE YOU
Is a security and a pledge
Sincerity sums up the totality
Of relationship and companionship
Mutual respect, constant communication
And FAITH
Despite some risks and challenges
Staying together
Bond is solid
We have a love’s preservatives!...
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Categories:
preservatives, love,
Form:
Free verse
Sorrow
Sorrow on my tongue is a sly taste of meth,
Resentment runs through my veins
I'm like added preservatives to your favorite food
Hard to read, unable to pronounce
I'm emotionless, without care or meaning.
Many say that they regret the day of there birth,
I thought some were crazy, until I regretted my own
Sorrow of my inner soul drives me crazy
To avoid sudden hatred toward myself, is too just rid
myself of ones own image.
How does one do so without killing their own mind....
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Categories:
preservatives, death,
Form:
Free verse