Tomatoes Poems - Poems about Tomatoes

Tomatoes

 Tomatoes with Swiss cheese

 Thickly stacked on Rye bread

 Twirled, flipped in hot butter

 That melts out creamy flows-

 Tasty, warm cheese dripping

 Through cracks of crispy crust

 Tempts me as my best lunch!

Tomatoes

Tangy, sweet, or “just right”
Ohs and ahs of sheer delight
Makes mouths water at the sight
Attacks the tongue with spirit bright 
Takes a palate to heaven's height
Olfactory senses come alight
Essentially stirs the appetite
Savor the flavor in each bite

Tomatoes

I kill for tomatoes

if only they were satisfied
with some~ the fat, green
caterpillars -- 

Weeds seem always to thrive -- 
like children somehow in the
gutter – soil of the street 
never needs tilling, or nitrogen
added, handily replenishes its own 
filth and acrid scent -- 

Occasionally one ripe
with good seed is spared
both plate and gutter

then to be

To everything there is a season

The moonbroch is quite pronounced tonight—rain can’t be far off. It will be good for the vegetable garden and save my back from having to cart water for a few days. Not too much rain, though, as the skins of the tomatoes would split; they are about to be harvested ...
in their prime
  

The Blood of a Thousand Tomatoes

Slowly moving, so eloquently in black and white
Killing the verve; in the cool, still fall night
Unique with a foul stench 
No K-9 warning labels
Kindness requires; bathing you, in the blood of a thousand tomatoes

Men Dont Fit the Sex Symbol

For women men drop big cash 
To have them toothy smiles flash:
If one needs windows, gets Sash:
Blenders to tomatoes mash,
Women quite free to sound brash!

For handsome men – No! A Trash!
Even Eves the idea thrash,
For being infinitely rash, 
Save one did cash in banks stash…

Macho Men can’t their teeth gnash 
Nor round with displeasure dash:
Whether

Perennial Rotten Luck Tomatoes

I think I may come from and my
hole entire family are tomatoes

And this the reason I think why
is this

We all have and possess such
perennial rotten luck

Passed down from my Dad to
Bianca the baby

Red faces born out of total
and due to utter exasperation

Wondering why oh why

What on earth did or could we all
of us have done

Tomatoes

Tomatoes
Haiku by Tom
7/23/2022

Extreme heat causes
tomato blooms not to set
limiting supply

Plough Share the Alto

she admitted to being a moron
                                 only when it came to her
           

Hand-Picked Berries and Sun-Dried Tomatoes 3

“The songs are casual and careless in a satisfying way, like the used condom your latest lover left lying on your bedroom floor, a souvenir you’re not yet ready to dispose of.” Candy Cotton, Modern Woman’s Advisor

“Their lyricism is incredibly lean, There’d be a whole other side of bacon you’d have to fry before there’d

Hand-Picked Berries and Sun-Dried Tomatoes 2

“Physics asserts that there are four fundamental forces: electro-magnetism, gravity, and the strong and weak nuclear forces. These gentlemen have made a compelling argument for the existence of a fifth, desire.” Dr. Howard Pollison, National Physics Review

“Stumbling upon this remarkable production was like mistakenly walking in on a stranger’s wake; I couldn’t just turn around

Hand-Picked Berries and Sun-Dried Tomatoes 1

The following is a collection of selected critiques of the work of Zoltan Goliath and Otis Trench from a variety of media outlets. The views expressed therein 
are entirely unsolicited, uncompensated and unexpurgated, 
representing the opinions of the individual reviewers. 

“Neo-Classic Burlesque? Retro-Vaudeville? They should bill themselves as The New Originals. Their lyrics are gospel

Cleaning Tomatoes

They sat in a large blue bowl all afternoon,
In tap water and stillness. 
She cleaned them that evening. 
She did not see the little cuts, not the gaping brown sores. 
She did not see the dirt specs float down the spirling drain. 
She saw perfection as it was, hard-won, with just reward. 
One bite as

Life Is Just a Bowl of Cherry Tomatoes

A backyard planter bursting with
Tomatoes on the vine
Provided treats for several mouths
And one of them was mine.

My son’s the one who grew ‘em.
His daughter and her aunt
Plucked only those deemed red enough;
The rest stayed on the plant.

While picking was in progress,
My son trimmed leaves that died,
Which my grandgirl helped me gather up
To toss off to

Space Overtaken

Space Overtaken

To many tomatoes fill up my fridge
Grown from the garden, a tasty delish
When seeds were first sown, did a no show
Planted some more, twice many did grow

Offered some out to family and friends
But they had themselves twenty times ten
With seedlings now to many to count
Not one to be wasted began to place out

Seedlings aligned

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