Short Saltine Poems
Short Saltine Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Saltine by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Saltine by length and keyword.
RED, YELLOW, BROWN, BLACK
THESE ARE THE PEOPLE WHITE PEOPLE ATTACK
BLACK, BROWN, YELLOW, RED
THEY'D JUST PREFER THAT YOU ALL WERE JUST DEAD
Mom's Homemade Fried Chicken
Mom's Homemade Fried Chicken
Dipped in egg, rolled in crushed Premium saltine crackers,
hot grease popping around chicken legs...Salivating...
chili con carne
potato beef stew
handsomely healthy
grandmas remedy
cheesy potato
bean with bacon
creamy mushroom
vegetable broth
chicken noodle
tomato
potato
bowl or cup
saltine
crackers
soup
I met a mouse on his way to heaven.
He was pulling a red wagon full of saltine crackers.
Are those stolen? I asked him.
Zap! A hook came up, grabbed him, and threw him into Hell.
I felt guilty when I took a bite of one of the saltines,
And realized how stale it was.
Who's in my cracker box?
I found a saltine in here...
And it's ready, for a bowl of hot soup..
Would you like to jump in, and join me?
I'm ready to crack up, and laugh real hard.
Too much salt floating around in here..
Gotta go..
Who's in my cracker box?
Cracker Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2003,2015..ALL rights reserved..
Daft Bites
I used to suck on nickels and dimes
Ain't nothin wrong wit that it's fine
Metals tasted like saltine crackers
I just gag, throw up like a method actor
Ahh! the aroma, seems not formal
Swallowed a couple pennies many times
Sucking on straws and dimes
My way of unwinding my normal
10/30/17
entry for "Surreal and Daft Contest"
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
I can feel the seemingly invisible shards creeping along my skin, cutting me like glass.
The presence of these creatures alone swallows me whole and leaves me restless.
I promised you and myself that i wouldn’t open the doors to allow them in again,
But here we lay unsettled, in the shadows of the broken and the fragmented that were left behind.
I’m sorry that I ate saltine crackers in bed again.
What falls from my eyes is dry; as crystals of a saltine
Frozen waters, be damned; I find calm in what they mean
Sweetness of their memory; form a perfections praline
Warmth of space, you're a true descendant of constantine
Thawing by infernos of thoughts; they returned to saline
With untarnished glare, I find to be a perfect sheen
Through earned tears; uncompromised understanding, can be seen