Short Tastebuds Poems
Short Tastebuds Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tastebuds by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tastebuds by length and keyword.
Edge of wharf diner courting saline tastebuds,
Halyard rope bell hop with a catch,
Grandee gourmet glutton wolfs marinated cod
a girl making pizza dream
her toppings make tastebuds scream
tomato tossed swirls
and cheese in great curls
queen of the epicure scene.
So yummy
I could just
eat you up
Not funny
Had enough
Bittersweet
Such dummies
Eat too much
Tastebuds change
Now honey
Wish I had
Ate you up
[contest 1408 : Premier
Brian Strand
1.9.25 : Placed 7th ]
POT filled with buttery butternut soup
OKRA sauce sprinkled atop chilli hot ~
TICKLES our tastebuds on rosy cosy spot
Strawberry frozen yogurt
Yummier than ice-cream
Melts upon my tongue
as a sweet, cool dream.
Tastebuds do a little dance
For yoghurt is so fine and
Strawberries, strawberries yum oh yum
Totally divine!
The warm, frothy soup
feels good my tastebuds,
one scoop
after the other.
It goes well with a good
company
around a bonfire
gazing at the clear, night sky...
Hot apple cider
Cinnamon savors
Gingerbread houses
Sugar and spice neighbors
Peppermint cocoa
Sugarplum favors
Gifting my tastebuds
With Christmastime flavors
12/13/19
For 'McWhirtle Me' contest
Sponsor: charles messina
I always knew ladies have more taste than men...
It is a scientific fact per National Geographic magazine!!
The female tongue has more tastebuds than male tongues.:-)
OOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOO
OOOO
OO
So bitter but oh so sweet
Enlivened tastebuds and tightened jaws
Better health I long to greet
Biding obedience to natural laws
Naturally cleansing and nurturing
Assimilation and digestion on high
Invaluable health I'm furthering
Toxicity and disease I bid a sweet good-bye
Salty tastebuds are now aghast,
I am left with this stark contrast.
The coffee went cold way too fast,
a minute passed, a minute passed.
Already chilled and filled with ice,
the temp couldn’t be more precise.
What it sorely lacked? A bit of spice.
Bland at full price, bland at full price.
I appreciate that many love it
And want lashings on their meal
Scattered over soup or curry
(I can’t see the appeal)
It’s popular and I recognise
To you, it may taste fine
Peppery, on your tastebuds
‘Delicious’, ‘divine’
But for me, it’s bitter, nasty stuff
I’m sorry, I must conclude
(Because my own tastebuds insist):
Coriander isn’t food
Light withdrawn
Expands again
approaches dawn
clucks the hen
Constellations fade
Skies o’erspread
glory arrayed
chickens fed
Rising sun
Prayers bespake
omelets done
tastebuds awake
Entry in 'Embodying the Light' contest
Sponsor: Unspeaking Speaker
January 27, 2025
on a quiet
Sunday
afternoon
rain
playfully
danced
amidst the
flourishing
trees of
Georgia.
memories
tempt
tastebuds
with a
sweet juicy
nectar
ripe with
luscious
desire.
sensually
fragrant
arousing
all senses
slowly,
delicately,
sensually.
peaches
simply are..
the Fruit
of the
Gods..
one of
life's
delectable
pleasures,
for the God
& Goddess
in all.
The burst soapsuds dissipate.
Six doves outside my window
Enjoy their meal, congregate.
Wings whirr, head to the gingko
Baby phoebes see surroundings.
With wide mouths expose tastebuds
Hunger each day compounding!
I look, then see burst soapsuds
So much happening outside my kitchen window view that I forget the dishwater is getting cold and chores going undone.
June 20, 2023
We persist in running again.
Eyes widened by experience, open like wounds.
Heavy jaws of ruminated
Portions.
Hallucinations of wolves and foxes and mean people,
Ripped members and massacres could
Always and never happen. Our lives
Mean nothing while living in
Tastebuds of animals and those who profit
From our meat and coarse hair.
They fade in our mind, hitherto
We persist in running,
To fleetingly feel alive.
An Ode to my Nose
Ah that sweet smell of freshly mown grass
I thank you for raising my senses
But laugh too hard, there's a risk of discharge
And to germs, you’re completely defenceless
You're short and stout, but far from a snout
You tempt and tease my tastebuds
Thank God you don't grow, like Pinocchio
You’d be big as the Ark in the great floods!
My love for you, it comes and goes
A rose reminds your importance though
I always
have
more
than i
need
for my
cup
over
runneth
romantically
speaking or
just poetically
planting seeds
hoping to grow
a zucchini or
something
similar to
what i'm
not but
what you
bought was
a sirloin tip
with a bacon
or bologna
body mostly
fat but
that
shouldn't
matter
sugar
cook me up
and taste
spicy
flavors
when
i
become your
tastebuds
favorite
flavor but
with a
pinch
of
salty
nuts
Form:
i always
have
more
than i
need
for my
cup
to over
runneth
romantically
speaking or
just poetically
planting seeds
hoping to grow
a zucchini or
something
similar to
what i'm
not but
what you
bought was
a sirloin tip
with a bacon
or bologna
body mostly
fat but
that
shouldn't
matter
sugar
cook me up
and taste
spicy
flavors
when
i be
come your
tastebuds
favorite
flavor but
with a
pinch
of
salty
nuts
Form:
I will see this through
because the idea of you still shocks my spine
with electricity,
tempts my tastebuds with curiosity
In the end
I'll either adore you fearlessly
and come to your arms with wild abandon,
or have sucked every pretty word
from our imagery,
dulled it to prose
I'll gently unfasten your roots
from my navel
and send you off
not with bite marks or bruises,
but with mercy
I will spare you from a dramatic
exit,
because I care for you
My fingers traced the lines on her face
as she slept; her beauty overwhelming.
The years had been touch and go, but
we made it somehow, and here we were,
still in love, my little Valentine.
That's what I called her all the time;
sweet as sugar and oh so fine
gooey and passionate leaving my
tastebuds satisfied completely.
She filled my desires and expectations always
I had no complaints
I leaned over to kiss her lips
One last time
My little Valentine.
Hot and smooth, sweet dark delight
Starless chocolate night
Set my tastebuds all afire,
Feed their lone desire:
Dullness laid to waste,
Perfected
Taste!
Crazy to think that insipid vegetable
Aspires to be something more than rabbit food,
Rising to meet the challenge like an Olympian
Running the triathlon,
Overcoming tremendous odds to become
The tasty goodness of Nirvana.
Cupboards full of sugar and spice,
All things nice, as Grandmother chooses ingredients
Knowingly, as if choosing gems from a treasure box, then
Encoding tastebuds with the flavor of love.
CANDY CANE STICKS
bent little crooks
red and white
stripes
help us swallow
Christmascrass
hype
succor sugar comforts
stuffed stocking taboo
peppermint sticks
disabling treats
bow to licking
lips
spry little hooks that
stoop to bingecringe
stick sickly sweet
decaying teeth
succor sugar comforts
stuffed stocking taboo
tastebuds tingle
sleighbells jingle
cell-o-feigns
freed
Candy Cane
Christmascrass
creed
© Kim van Breda—1 December 2015