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.
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
had nice daily walk,
after sunset prayers and food
time for new poems
then gazing at the neat sky,
looking into history.
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
Always hot plates.
Always refilling clean slates.
Always lots of food.
Always yummiest dishes.
Always the best of buffets
Gooey, gooey treats
Filled with strawberry puree,
All laid out upon
Bowls of vanilla ice cream,
Topped with sundae cherries.
skies are solid gray
ready to weep day away....
uplifting thoughts rise
yellow pollen floats on rain
one pear tree's white blooms revive
3rd day of spring 2024
took them to the breast
fed them with love…tenderness
joy in triplicate
they won’t remember kindness
so private and personal
with kids of their own
milk flows to their very bones
bare naked to wise
a grown woman’s pure pleasure
and a husband’s jealousy
Vanilla chai tea
Its wamth caresses my tongue
Mixed with almond milk
Sweetness with a nutty taste
Warms my heart, and soothes my mind