Short Truffle Poems
Short Truffle Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Truffle by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Truffle by length and keyword.
mussels,dill & aquavit
white truffle custard
and black truffle ragout
salted caramel
mascarpone sorbet
different
choice!
Pete Wells
send not out to ask for whom the truffle smells
it smells for he
if only 'twere allowed, to a reasonable degree.
The truffle
an unexpected source of kerfuffle
who would have thunk it?
with all that fuss you'd think he'd tried to dunk it.
Pig, with a fine nose.
Truffle, with a rustic smell.
Forests, where they meet.
The pig, to hear his sweet praise.
Mushroom, now served on a plate.
Billet-doux left on my pillow
One red rose with fancy lace ribbon
~ Belgian truffle seals the deal
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There was a man with a shovel
Whose house was a relative hovel
Digs a hole in the floor
Think his dad was a boar
Cos he cant stop sniffing for truffle
Penned 17 August 2013
Cacao kisses caress the cheek
cocoa nails, polished feet
Chocolate cake, hot and rich
Fudge syrup, sloppy kiss
Truffle lotion oh so edible
chocolate makes everything sweeter
Chocolates at Christmas,
carefully I choose a
caramel coated in
calorific candy.
Could I eat another …
choice of coconut or
creamy coffee truffle.
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While the fields and plains
Prepare for floods
The cold of fall and
Shortened days
I employ my mind to wintery
things
Preparation of a post
autumn gloom
A drizzle of truffle oil
upon the pheasants
enough to cause a
tease
Coupled up with
someone I love
To inspire a sweet
Romance
While the fields and plains
Prepare for floods
The cold of fall and
Shortened days
I employ my mind to wintery
things
Preparation of a post
autumn gloom
A drizzle of truffle oil
upon the pheasants
enough to cause a
tease
Coupled up with
someone I love
To inspire a sweet
Romance
While the fields and plains
Prepare for floods
The cold of fall and
Shortened days
I employ my mind to wintery
things
Preparation of a post
autumn gloom
A drizzle of truffle oil
upon the pheasants
enough to cause a
tease
Coupled up with
someone I love
To inspire a sweet
Romance
Stars are organic fruit.
They taste better than most things in the universe.
And have the best soil.
Comets and planets just live in juice.
A constellation doesn’t look like much.
Until a human mind strikes its outer edges.
Continuity.
Evolution.
Tastes like truffle olive oil.
From far away.
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Chocolates stacked in crimson rows,
each truffle wrapped in satin bows.
But one sat lonely—why, who knows?
Savor for later!
Florist sighed, her roses wept,
petals curled where lovers stepped.
One bloom remained—its vigil kept.
A non-vacator!
The poesy of chef's soup du jour,
peppered in a skillfully delectable
pauperized simmer
or sublimely enriched dish of
ultimate truffle butter grandeur,
either method is subtly rendered mid
tastefully tendered aromatic
proffers of broken bread,
farther delectable poetry's bouquet
The chocolate mixes with the cream
Waiting for it to fill all of me
I pause, in hesitation,
for i know i am not clean
He ask if i am sure,
I say yes,fore i know
the good scrubbing I am
in for
The smell is astounding
My heart is pounding
My self self esteem is drowning
I know i am worth more
but i cannot resist being your
truffle butter whore
SMCRP
Some sleeping pansy fairy dust
and orange rinds (they are a must)
A twinkle past the sky-lit moon
and tear drops from the month of June
Flower petals crushed and scattered
flecked upon the silver water
Then there's you - the violet's daughter
In disguise you're all that matters
Whisper vines and lady lace
the whitest flower's sad disgrace
A present for the truffle tree
reminded you, that day, of me.
Form:
"Analogies"
Rachel Heffington
Like a truffle without chocolate
Like an apple without peel,
Like a mouth without a smile
Like a letter without seal,
Like a ring without a diamond
Like a watch without the time,
Like a fountain without water
Is a poem without rhyme.
(And no, I don't *entirely* agree with my own words up there, as I've read
some un-rhyming poetry I have really enjoyed. Rhyming verse is my favorite, though. :)
White truffle shavings on yesterday's toast~
that's how poems begin. Not with grand themes,
but with the nightclub’s stamp fading on your wrist
as you scrub pans. Ink bleeds like old promises.
Stigmatizations? We all carry them.
The page doesn't judge. It waits, blank as snowfall
before boot prints. Poetic lines are trenches
dug in silence. Dig deeper.
Fallibility is the poet's compass.
True north points toward the next word, trembling.
A jolt of caffeine and suddenly I'm all bright and chirpy
and on a cold day well its better then drinking a Slurpy
A sip of foamy latte and I grow a funny mustache
nicely served aside a delicate truffle ganache
A tete a tete with my favorite bestie at the local Cafe
just before we drink it, we bow our heads and pray
A coffee perks me up, right before my shift begins
it is the choice of Queens, and the beverage of kings.
Coffee !!!
I like it when animals are
Snouts in deep,
rummaging through their fur,
cleaning themselves,
abruptly after meal or sleep.
Like an old woman at a sale,
digging through a purse,
come highwater or hell.
Remembering where they left off
by hydrosortic layer.
Making that snorting sound,
like a pig after a Truffle.
Shake like a Hen after a feather ruffle.
Then they look at you cross eyed a few seconds,
switch positions, and breathe in,
and at it again.
Zen