Food Tanka Poems | Examples
These Food Tanka poems are examples of Tanka poems about Food. These are the best examples of Tanka Food poems written by international poets.
Lavenders “allure,”
they “lure” bees, butterflies, folk,
toxic air immune,
flower on spike, fragrant vent,
evergreen shrub in svelte perfume
dilute blob oe’r skin,
red blotches, wrinkles, acne,
stoma clogs clean flush,
witch hazel spoon scoop fold in,
with mauve plant a face fillip
Sweet, spiced and salty,
courses, with subtle mint hint,
wild herb a chef’s boon,
its honey glaze gels with greens,
or muffins, waffles, ice cream
soup is what happens
when separate things consent
to becoming shared
not losing what they once were
only wanting to join in
In a bowl of soup
hard broken bones grow tender
old sinews uncurl—
nothing refuses the slow
coercion of a simmer
chopped ingredients
dropped into the iron pot
speak the same language—
a quiet conglomerate
poetry, more than its parts
held between two palms,
a cup of soup warms the soul
its steam curls unfolds—
inspiring insightful sips
in simple possible ways
around one wide pot
neighbors gather with stories
shared among good friends—
gathering glints and jangles
from the hoo-hah, bubbling, stew
snow still on the ground
blue birds, goldfinches, doves feed.....
woodpecker taps, taps
poplar tree is shedding blooms
last year's beauty falls for food
Eat wild wholefoods
fresh unprocessed roots, seeds, fruit,
still warm from the sun
with natural nutrients,
to sustain bodies and thrive.
Growing your own food
builds body, mind, soul, spirit—
harvesting from soil
richly rewards gardening
with produce from your own hands.
Walk where trees exhale,
where surging wave crests splash thought—
in open-air warmth
a seaside stroll in summer
a rugged-up walk through snow.
Enjoying a full wholesome life, is truly a new start.
SEASONAL PARTNERS
Photosynthesis
Produces food in the spring
For Summer’s harvest:-
Then comes Fall’s prep for Winter:
Resurrecting Spring, pregnant:-
resurgence of food
tomatoes from garden....
September's cucumbers
fruit flies fully alive now
outside and in, traps refreshed
food fit for palaces
prepared with expert chef's care —
served to a small child
gets an instant revulsion
they're so brutally honest
nature hard-wired tongues
to guard against bitter greens
which could be poison
like veggies appear to be
to a child with veg decree
one bite - that's the pact
then child can eat another
food morsel they like
each taste an invitation
to get braver by tasting
Quiet beauty time
foliage in bright colors
A glorious sight
The nature pantry abounds
Takes most people's breath away
OF FOOD AND WARRING
(A TANKA QUIENTET)
Juxtaposed bombs fall…
Food’s down, starvation rising…
Death…collateral…
Thus, war’s new reaping of death:
Food uprooted and destroyed:-
Food’s an enemy,
Seeking to eat, deadly:
Starvation killing:-
Thus, be war’s new strategy:
Piled skin covered skeletons:-
Ironically,
All this is merely Breaking News!
War’s politicking:
Pontificating power;
Not nourishing peace and love:-
May these fruitful thoughts
Excite your hunger for peace
And its divine love:-
Not living in peace is bad.
Not seeking to is much worse:-
Let’s not be sorry,
Rather, in our awareness,
Let’s get rid of war:-
Where there’s no peace, wherever,
There can’t be peace anywhere:-
bright-lit Lughnasadh
hails grain crops at the ready
Lugh and Danu join
in harvest celebration
gratitude is genuine
trust your gut, to know
it growls for truth, loud and strong
it's n'er found wanting,
or that's how the saying goes -
but skip fungal feasts of mold
a bush that flowers
with sweet tart berries in June
great for jams and pies ~
grandma made juneberry jam
when a little girl . . . I helped
I do love blue cheese,
It's tasty and delicious,
but don't take at ease.
Really I'm health conscious.
But off and on I relish.
I'm fond of pickles
but as I am health conscious,
I won't take old ones.
I cannot take any risk,
surely decide to avoid.
red cardinal eats
suet with his white beak....
in late December
greasy white on his feathers
even in misting cold rain
harvest in his beak
muted excepted for its blush
poised on white pumpkin
winterberry holly fruit
a treat for the midnight crow