Food Verse Poems | Examples
These Food Verse poems are examples of Verse poems about Food. These are the best examples of Verse Food poems written by international poets.
Tables rock theirs souls
with families, friends and children
I sit alone at mine
and I watch their laughter and smiles
It started with me opening the restaurant door
pacing my steps
and then saying to the hostess
‘Table for one’
I now order my unsweetened iced tea
and watch the waitress
remove the other place settings;
An empty chair is my friend tonight
Comfort food; meatballs and spaghetti
is what I order
I fiddle with my phone
as conversation has abandoned me
How many times have I cried
sitting alone
to believe that once in my lifetime
… I was loved
Never say never, always say "perhaps;" unless it's a
Wedding, a funeral, or your daughter's v-ball game.
Never say never, instead say "maybe."
Never feel forced to use rhyme, tired is the fad despite the ear's need
To smile at the sound of music; rhymes are for the dullard,
Like Dr. Seuss and Mother Hubbard.
Never say never to your kids lest your aim is to model
Human folly & the grace-skill of Forgiveness.
This will all be over soon so please don't cry.
Y'know this whole poem goes way better with chicken stir-fry.
translate love into food,
into money that matters,
into health that lasts,
into substantial living
not the charade of wealth
that floats away
on crimson wings
I am still here!
Alive is more
than a five-letter-word
I don’t know the birds
I don’t know the rocks
I didn’t know how hard
life would get
until I was in the middle of it
B&M Baked Beans
Aroma of the senses
Flavor of Maine
Friendly breezes
Follow your hungry pain
The taste that remains
The place Portland, Maine
Lighthouse sight
Guiding ships
Maneuvering without through the dips
B&M fresh
Being no contest
One’s travel getaway
Being blown away
Nothing for less
Maine to gain.
Sure, one could try once, twice,
A thousand times to make sense
Out of fuzzy math, but that is akin to
Sticking out one's tongue to taste
The food one cannot eat; might as well
Put down the pen and close the book.
Two quail skitter quickly up
this gentle country dirt path,
one running faster than the other.
It's hard to keep up sometimes.
A dog watches from his porch
and wonders if there's food
ahead as he barks at the quail.
Competition can be a real strain.
In his envy and frustration his barks
get louder -- the quail run faster
to the safety of bushes with berries.
"See here ... doggies don't eat berries."
You made me to your making
this hideous hide of being
I roam the world
of ice and barren trees
starving
(more hungering)
than food will fill
or sustaining reason
I find myself, by taper light,
a more hollow skeleton
than bones of baren solitude
Chase me, Frankenstein!
Your despondent soul, can still see me
a blot away on a desolate sea,
a stiller ice, an unfathomable sand
I will be where dreams shall see!
Too much
food flying
on the lazy susan;
round and round it goes;
better
take while the taking
is good.
It’s good!
Chopsticks snapping!
grappling with white
and fried rice,
chicken, steak, shrimp.
Red, not white,
poured twice.
Nice!
Upon Lasagna,
All splattered with sauce,
I lost my poor meat ball,
When somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table,
And on to the floor,
And then my poor meat ball,
Rolled out of the door.
It rolled in the garden,
And under a bush,
And then my poor meat ball,
Was covered in leaves
The leaves were surrounded
By slugs
And then the next summer,
It grew into a tree.
The tree was all covered,
All covered with moss,
And on it grew meat balls,
And tomato sauce.
So, if you eat lasagna
All splattered with sauce,
Hold on to your meat ball,
Whenever you sneeze.
SUP
is to
lightly dine.
Though farmers would sup
on a light meal like soup,
Sup now is short for “Wassup?”
“It's no winner chicken dinner!”
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Cheese And Rice
They say 'Elephants and water never forget'
If only people could be the very same way
although sometimes it seems, as if we actually are
the people we haven't seen for many years and the ones
we only seldom see- how can we be sure they're real
when we see them? couldn't they be a memory?
“We don't have very much time to love' regardless of gloves
But that is something which we're supposed to do especially
if we have some glue- it's not written anywhere that we have
to stop at times of either virus or flu
Not to stray but could we have something other than stew?
Nearly any other kind of brew would suffice as would cheese and rice
provided the mice left us some- they're not exactly chums
CHERRY PIE
I’m sitting here in my cool room
On a quiet rainy day
Spending my time reading
Thinking about Cherry pie
I’m feeling sleepy
Haven’t had much to eat
Cat is fast asleep in my recliner
I’m walking in my neighborhood
I’m letting my thoughts drift
I’m walking too far
I want to go back
I’m feeling lonely
Yesterday the sky was pale and grey
All I can see is a red cherry tree
I’m thinking about warm pie
Pie in the morning evening and night
But all I see a lonely pie tree
Cherry Pie so pretty the filling so hot and delicious
The fruit right off a tree
Cherry Pie fly here to me
And land in my kitchen
Be golden brown and hot
I could eat the whole thing
But the fruit of the filing
Is just so hard to find-I love Cherry Pie!
ALANA
Alana Fauna
How is your flora?
Is it growing happily?
Or is it in need of replanting?
While I have your attention
Is your bake sale manana?
It should be held before everything
Goes stale like bread or you haven’t
Anyone to help you with it
Looks into; what
Goes into, the food
Of Britain
Its well worth a view.'