Food Villanelle Poems | Examples
These Food Villanelle poems are examples of Villanelle poems about Food. These are the best examples of Villanelle Food poems written by international poets.
Jam First then cream,
Scone not scone
Fulfill that elusive dream.
“Its not ideal” I often scream
But its something that people often moan
Jam first then cream
And yet to the heaven as they careen
To hear the folk who often drone
Fulfill that elusive dream
How people with their teas preen
And how the others should atone
Jam first then cream.
Surrender your Englishness become clean
You’ll never feel again alone
Fulfill that elusive dream.
You are perfect do whatever you mean
Scone not scone
Fulfill that elusive dream
But please remember, Jam first then cream.
Its a cold December and there is reason to believe
The establishment wants the homeless dead
No fire no embers, each and all of us grieve
That bitter cold wind causing our bodies to seize
the people on a merry dance have been led
Its a cold December and there is reason to believe
That jack Frost stalks the land looking for victims to seize
No food no water no shelter no bed
No fire no embers, each and all of us grieve
these people dying alone on a winter’s eve
no compassion no charity no tears are shed
Its a cold December and there is reason to believe
We all go on with our lives like were so naive
winters wind so cold no blood is bled
No fire no embers, each and all of us grieve
common sense mocks us as death is hard to perceive
whatever happened to give us this day our daily bread
Its a cold December and there is reason to believe
No fire no embers, each and all of us grieve
Hot pickles are better than a cookie;
That crunch such a perfect sour bite,
sinful taste please feed them to me;
My palate prefers fire to candy,
oversaturated leaves me contrite;
Hot pickles are better than a cookie;
They’re more than a little bit spicy;
Tastebuds left in afterglow all night,
sinful taste please feed them to me;
Always going down so easily,
the sweat on my brow a delight;
Hot pickles are better than a cookie;
Let’s ignore wading in gently,
cannonball dive is doing it just right;
Sinful taste please feed them to me;
Give me heatwaves no talking sweetly,
I’ll devour flames whole just for spite;
Hot pickles are better than a cookie,
sinful taste please feed them to me.
The food was chased by a bent tine fork
Along the surface of a smooth glass plate,
Eventually was skewered with brute force torque.
A similar force confronted an unyielding cork
But for this event, on this mechanical date,
The food was chased by the bent tine fork.
A stab of grace presented the French basted pork
And lingered face front like scavenger bait,
Eventually was skewered with brute force torque.
Such moaning and discontent, could it have been more late
From a Five Star Diner in the village of York?
The food was chased by a bent tine fork.
It was not prepared by a chef but by a dork
More worthy of satiric praise than glowing hate,
Eventually was skewered with brute force torque.
The Maitre d’Hotel offered his black plastic spork
Immensely gracious but too late.
The food was chased by a bent tine fork,
Eventually was skewered with brute force torque.
Rejuvenating flowers are blooming
Connecting to earth as life is renewed
A kaleidoscope of colours booming
Spring is the time for some garden grooming
Squirrels jump up and down in search of food
Rejuvenating flowers are blooming
Carnations, crocus, lilies are looming
With roses, red bells, jasmines all bedewed
A kaleidoscope of colours booming
Sunshiny weather is now resuming
Joyful energy, nature does exude
Rejuvenating flowers are blooming
Songbirds tweet tweet and spend their time pluming
Lush verdure enhances everyone's mood
A kaleidoscope of colours booming
The zephyr has a pleasant perfuming
With vivacity, bright skies are imbued
Rejuvenating flowers are blooming
A kaleidoscope of colours booming
12th April, 2022
For Sotto Poet's "Springtime villanelle" contest
A sunflower cries red blood, for Babylon slays it with mirth
May medicine and shields be given to Ukraine en mass
Have mercy on us, Christos Autogenes, bringer of rebirth
May the foes melt as snow in the sun’s light on the Earth
May luck smile on the sunflowers laying on the grass
A sunflower cries red blood, for Babylon slays it with mirth
King Nebuchadnezzar is a poor lion of little worth
He bows down and sacrifices lambs to the blind god Saklas
Have mercy on us, Christos Autogenes, bringer of rebirth
They cry for help, but their voice has not escaped the darkness with mirth
Fire burns in the north and south, in the west and east, alas
A sunflower cries red blood, for Babylon slays it with mirth
If one gives food and drink to the children and seeds of worth
They shall surpass this mighty kingdom of Babylon without brass
Have mercy on us, Christos Autogenes, bringer of rebirth
I ran from the land of Babylonia of my birth
I left Babylonia to make a call on the grass
A sunflower cries red blood, for Babylon slays it with mirth
Have mercy on us, Christos Autogenes, bringer of rebirth
A fragrant aroma held in a romantic glow
staying in and snuggling has no price;
Candles, you, and a feast of perfect tacos;
Together dancing chopping tomatoes
laughing to music as we fix rice,
A fragrant aroma held in a romantic glow;
Tonight and through endless tomorrows
simple meals and conversation will suffice;
Candles, you, and a feast of perfect tacos;
A bit of relaxation take everything slow
fresh food, appetizers, and drinks on ice;
A fragrant aroma held in a romantic glow;
Nowhere that we really need to go
avocado salsa blended with spices;
Candles, you, and a feast of perfect tacos;
Hunger in the air desire slowly grows,
home is your eyes heating up paradise;
A fragrant aroma held in a romantic glow;
Candles, you, and a feast of perfect tacos.
You worked so hard but just exist.
Your high school grad dates you just missed,
evacuated from Ukraine.
In Russia’s army to resist,
you fought the tyrant Hitler’s reign.
You worked so hard but just exist
on meager pensions. You subsist
by choosing food or meds, that’s plain.
No other kinfolks to assist
in taking care of you in midst
of tears and shakes of flashback strain,
you worked so hard but just exist!
Although you made your job’s A-list,
you now wear rags, your joints in pain,
no other kinfolks to assist.
Your teeth all gone, in life’s mean twist,
these lines remain your grim refrain:
You worked so hard but just exist,
no other kinfolks to assist.
To help elderly Holocaust survivors in the former Soviet Union, visit the website of the International Fellowship of Christians and Jews at ifcj.org.
Sea level rises... glaciers gradually melt
Global temperature is climbing the cliff.. Beware
But hey, G H gases don't exist.. Global warming is a myth
Throw everywhere in the streets, plastic and filth
Eat, and just leave disposal plate somewhere, anywhere
And dump wrappers in oceans and water pith
Basic unit of food chain, the shells are getting extinct
Reason... Ocean Acidification... Be sacre, be very scare
But no, water won't mind industrious wastes, they think
A tiny killer virus has taken over the world, bit by bit
A pandemic! To the modern man was rare
Thousands died, yet to them this pandemic is bullsh*t
And would say, don't take vaccines, it' ill make you impotent
Don't wear the mask, it'll make you look stupid, beware
And that Vac contain micro spying chips... Damn it
Mother Earth is in ICU, we made her a patient
Her blood polluted, poisonous is her air
Yet, all is well, to them these problems never exist
Human's STUPIDITY is making us all extinct
3rd April, 2021
Clamor for food security prevails
midst scarcity of basic necessity
such confronts the world; oh, poverty ails.
Though there’s great Source, supplies demand high sales
inequality reigns, buttressed by greed’s certainty
clamor for food security prevails.
Hear the sick in their bad health pity wails
afflicted with insufficiency’s futility
such confronts the world; oh, poverty ails.
While technology upgrades production scales
rice shortage remains a global verity
clamor for food security prevails.
Then population-explosion issue hails
malnutrition problem along infant mortality
such confronts the world; oh, poverty ails.
Let’s reach-out with care, since charity* never fails
trusting God to end this sad reality:
clamor for food security prevails
such confronts the world; oh, poverty ails.
*1Corinthians 13:8 Charity never faileth…
April 24, 2021
10th place, "A MAJOR WORLD PROBLEM" Villanelle Poetry Premier Contest
Sponsored by L MILTON HANKINS; judged on 5/9/2021.
Hunger is worldwide; I don't understand why
Trash cans are filled with untouched food
Starvation is real; why must another die?
We can feed the homeless from our food supply;
Or help food banks, it can brighten their mood,
Hunger is worldwide; I don't understand why.
Wasting food is a major issue, we mustn't deny,
We should help if we can and stop being rude
Starvation is real; why must another die?
It's affecting us all; do you hear the earth’s cry?
Not just a “them” problem, I must conclude
Hunger is worldwide; I don't understand why.
We fill our belly with everything that we buy,
And see someone in need and are often shrewd
Starvation is real; why must another die?
Restaurant plates have a ton of uneaten food; sigh,
Our waste can be a lifeline to the homeless dude.
Hunger is worldwide; I don’t understand why,
Starvation is real; why must another die?
Over nature, we claim to be master
To have control of all, is our intent
But this is now leading to disaster
Our duty-to-care, shows we play jester
In self-cherishing much of our time spent
Over nature, we claim to be master
Our populations growing ever faster
On expansion, we simply won't relent
But this is now leading to disaster
Our pollutiing waste is left to fester
For we will never pay out to prevent
Over nature, we claim to be master
Our pesticides are to control nature
We will not share our food is the intent
But this is now leading to disaster
Our proposed targets seem to get nowhere
For we have not the will to prevent
Over nature, we claim to be master
But this is now leading to disaster
I grew up in the deep South.
It didn't matter the color of your skin
No one was disrespectful or ran their mouth.
We were friends! We stuck up for one
Another, went places together and we
Had couth.
Heck, going fishing everyone was in.
I grew up in the deep South
This is the truth
On Sundays we all went to the same church
For we all had sin.
No one was disrespectful or ran their mouth.
We all enjoyed our youth
It was like we all were kin.
I grew up in the deep South
If some one was having trouble living
Hand to mouth
We all gave food or whatever from our hearts
We were genuine.
No one was disrespectful or ran their mouth.
You got this straight from the horse's mouth
We were in this together through thick and
Thin.
I grew up in the deep South
No one was disrespectful or ran their mouth.
I served jail time in 2020 alright!
Sleepless were the nights, stuck on to the lights.
My cellmates said Woof Woof, Meh Meh and Meow!
Locked behind bars that opened from the inside,
When the year started I had no idea I was in for this ride.
I served jail time in 2020 alright!
Prison really changes your life and habits,
In order to keep my food I had to become a beast.
My cellmates said Woof Woof, Meh Meh and Meow!
There were times we were allowed to get sunlight,
The confinement yet little freedom ended in a fight.
I served jail time in 2020 alright!
We grew a family bond concealed in a hole,
Our language barriers were broken and gone.
My cellmates said Woof Woof, Meh Meh and Meow!
An unsolicited world changing experience to bear,
To make the world great again was the word in the air.
I served jail time in 2020 alright!
My cellmates said Woof Woof, Meh Meh and Meow!
-Inactive Volcano
Sometimes sunshine makes us feel bereft
Rain and shadowed clouds would suit our mood
When we are the warp without the weft
As if we are the pen and no ink’s left
As if we hunger yet there is no food
Sometimes sunshine makes us feel bereft
Our mind slows down and all we do is drift
Evil thoughts into the soul intrude
Like we are the warp without the weft
Let the eye and all its muscles rest
With wider focus we may cease to brood
Sometimes sunshine makes us feel bereft
Do not try with will power nor it test
Relaxation brings back knowledge of the good
We take it in like babies at the breast
We must not test the will but let it go
Trust the ocean and eternal flow
Sometimes sunshine makes us feel bereft
Sometimes sunshine brings its golden gifts