Tastes Poems - Poems about Tastes

Flourished and nourished, hair locks resembling branches, I gaze as it dances — when blowing, he looks glowing. Twenty years had passed, but still, I last. I may have ripened, but I'm still the same berry, same fruit, slightly fragmented, a little indented, not demented. You got a sample of me when I was at my prime, taught a few tricks — oh, to replay our...

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Night Tastes Like Night tastes like: Hot, black coffee freshly perked. Dark pumpernickel bread fresh out of the oven. Sweet black licorice stringy kind of course. A thick slice of Mississippi mud pie. A piece of dark chocolate slightly bitter. Dark bottom shoefly pie made with black strap molasses. The sense of taste can heighten our sense of imagination. *shoefly pie is Pennsylvania Dutch type of pie made with molasses*...

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Who knows his mind, may not his good, Who knows his good, may not his mind, Rare is a learned with good heart, A drug that works, tastes well’s rare kind. _________________________ Translation |26.10.2024|good heart, good mind Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of...

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the cat was Rubenesque He was rotund He was round He was stuck up We thought he was hilarious He had expensive tastes Insisted on only the best treats and foods His wives were not laughing...

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Winston tastes good like a knock knock cigarette should. See the USA in a Chevrolet, visit Dinah Shore along the way. But be sure and be toting some Chesterfield Lights. So we can be sexy and sultry on these winter nights. The Marlboro Man is waiting just around the next bend. When you see him, blow some smoke rings up...

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navel oranges fell into a grape vineyard ~ viva sangria ...

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. Listen to mine lip's slip chickie ...

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The salmon tasted like the seashore, like salty air and gulls crying, flying overhead on the cold breeze. It tasted like relatives coming together around a picnic table, laughing, talking as the feast is spread, as the ocean stretches endlessly right beside us. It tasted like lobster, red and spiny, like melted butter and messy hands slipping, gripping a metal nutcracker...

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We all have very different tastes In books and art and food, In where we live and what we do To lift a sagging mood. The way we dress, our travel plans And when we sleep and wake, Our politics, religion And the purchases we make. What’s right for me most likely Wouldn’t work as well for you, So each of us must choose our...

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“‘Walden' is so indigestible that many hungry people abandon it because it makes them mildly sick, each sentence being an anchovy spread, and the whole thing too salty and nourishing for one sitting.” - E.B. White I want to write you a poem that tastes a little bit more like orange slices, cooked with brown sugar and covered...

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HEART’S GARDEN What plants you grow In your heart’s garden Depend on the seeds you sow What fruit you bear In your heart’s garden Depend on the kind of care If the flowers grow bright And the fruit tastes right You can put your mind at rest But if weeds you’ve got And the fruit should rot You haven’t done your best Though the Lord is the...

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Mine, full of old clutter. But cultured! Mahogany chaired. Mantel-clocked. Beneath whose framing's gold As quaintly curved Age-locked Grand pictured. Laughingly echoed through By contrast Placing a price on As worthy Is this: of an open plan's Nouveau riche buying spree. Does not last....

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TASTES&DESIRES take form   feeling inibited but unchaperoned authenticity  shaping insights  & sensibilities an unfathomable      enigma  security recalled remembered proposed in dreams devotion   ensuring desires awakened THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived...

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Under frozen soil ...

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Even our tongues Are gifted to taste Different tastes of food Sour, pungent hot, saltish, sweet and bitter And so are our bodies and minds Are gifted with feelings and emotions Hot, cold and pain Happy, sad, angry and frighten To taste the essences of life And sad to say Don't know why Some people are Apathetic to welfare And indifferent to...

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