Wasabi Poems | Examples

levels of it

stubbed toe / during a broken heart—
you said pain is pain, offered to kiss both.

we nursed the plot of a favorite episode,
argued over what constituted foreshadowing.

talking to you about the view was mostly talking to myself;
you liked cliffs, I liked what they overlooked.

on vacation with the lube,
you forgot to pack anything else.
we ate wasabi from the tube like astronauts.

being vegan, you protested animal rights
while wearing leather—not ironically.
I said nothing, ate a pork bun in your honor.

alive with wanting, horny as new hormones,
we ordered room service, slept instead,
called that a success.

our fifties came early—
you there before me, always a decade ahead
in age, on trends, with grief.

neither of us knowing we’d need 
a language for this back then.

Do You Like it Raw?

So how do you like your sushi
just sashimi on a plate?

or do you prefer it wrapped in nori?
decorated with microgreens and eggs?

And is there wasabi?
that heat to the tongue?
just a dash or a dab?
Does it make your nose run?

Do you dip in soy?
or is it the modern aminos?
without that salty it seems a bit drab....

Do you like your fish as an appetizer to your meal
or can it be the main course?

Do you want a bit of surf and turf
alternating between beef and fish
culinary exertion almost unreal?

Start with seaweed salad, edamame or just some simple hot green tea?

And is it chopsticks or handrolls?
or do you eat with your hands?
Are there other accompanying tricks?

I long to hear of your distinguishing traits
as you tempt me with your stories and wit

So tell me your tales of sushi
and I will tell you mine

And then perhaps we shall have some saki 
and find another way to pass the time

- Do you like it raw?  - Artimus (C) Susan Manley 6/15/2024 2:48PM

Yeah... I am a bit salty today

accommodating delicate taste

There once was a chef very snobby 
Who made sushi at home as a hobby
Horseradish was great
But did not please his date 
So with sharkskin he grated wasabi

Fire Footle 1248

Eat Wasabi
Breathe Fire

Cracker Night 
Bon Fire

Cozy Warm
Fire Place

Brimstone
Hell Fire

Loud Noise
Back Fire

Back Burn
Start Fire

Matchstick
Create Fire

Gun Hire
Sure Fire

Rub Sticks 
Make Fire

Scrub Burns 
Bush Fire

Home Burns
House Fire

Taste Jalapeno
Eat Fire

Hundred Birthdays
Cake on Fire

My Chopsticks Are Talking To Me

I thought by writing this poem
I could ramp up the cognitive demand

I wanted to get down on paper
The time my chopsticks talked to me

They told me there is a towel
On the flag of Belarus

I was flabbergasted by this
I dipped them in wasabi

I imagined a scream
Like a falling bomb

I overheard someone
Asking about the buffet

I heard the name
Emma Chizzit 

This was repeated several times
With more and more intensity

Then it was realised that this 
Australian woman was asking

"How much is it?"
Followed by my chopsticks 

Asking me about Moses 
How he makes his tea

Hebrews it was the answer
I paid the bill and left

Sushi

Sushi, the healthy, refreshing food,
With many varieties and sizes,
Even has alternatives for allergies,
Theres at least one roll for you!
Theres more than just raw fish,
You could ask for a cooked roll,
And Theres even steak rolls!
Yeah! You heard me right, 
Sushi isnt just what you thought at first,
With an amazing splash of soy sauce!  
Maybe even splat a little wasabi 
that might even make you say ouch!
The sweet and delightful caviar, 
Pops a magical number of flavors!

Consistency Is Death

Redundancy, & Consistency; a slow death.
Seeping into the spine, deteriorating the bones.
Curve balls exist for a reason.
The vast roads that wind, different ways.
Paving the path for a scenic route, away from the drudge.
Wasabi for the palette; changing the senses for a new tasteful delight.
Cuddling with a new cashmere blanket, feeling safe, cozy, and relaxed. 
Jumping out of bed for the next adventure under the vast constellations.
Soaking up the rays on a river rafting tour.
Monotony, Redundancy, Consistency kills the soul.
Individuals say this on their last breath.
Creating a bucket list, of time lost, adventures to come.
Breaking away from the norm, dancing, singing, kissing in that rainstorm.

Lilitu's Lament

Tussel for power trained her tongue to sharpen
Tact resistant throat bellowed careless scorn
Potential friends' impressions began to darken

Sharpness of wasabi, harsh memories injected
Frontal lobe numbed, chased non existant dawn 
Self image slashed, frayed fragments protected

Overpowering was triumph, in her odd summation
Trampling perspective romance, before it was born
Aggression shrugged on, hard armor of domination

Swooping on prey with strident screech, hook talons 
Flashing vengeance at every turn, a bandied sword
Combating stance slices hearts in half, no challenge 

Her hurtful words were weapons, feelings' neglect
Evil clenched a crusted clump, grew gross, ignored
Repugnant bulge, cancerous cruel crept unchecked 

Charm which lured folks religiously, flung them ruthless
Ice in vicious veins fed malicious mouth, a habit abhorred 
Path obscured by pain unresolved, killed kind maneuvers 




15th September 
... For Ace.....

Su She

her brown skinned
body laying atop a
table top covered
by a white table
cloth but she is

naked yet dressed
as a buffet with 
delights to eat
placed like plates 
for to be self served

my finger tips imitate
chop sticks to take
the taste of her now 
noodle hair with 
seaweed eye brows

following further down
her cuisine figurine
fingering disoriented
flavors and spices 
sipping the saki shot

puddling her bellybutton
pairing with her pear
hips where sit not fig
greens but the earthy
shiso leaves that by

uncovering these find
two slices of raw tuna
sashimi dripping blow
fish soup the deadly
delicacy i immediately

drink licking her bowl
clean liking her sticky
rice inner thighs i
find no longer fingers
but my tongue turning

over the table now 
able to smell pickled
ginger and inhaling
the heat of
wasabi

Impromptu

ordering
hors d'oeuvres
simple finger
food for my
delight

taking in a bit
of wasabi
opening senses
to absent scents
revealed

reveling menu
of mussels
clams and
pearls
of oysters

tastes topsy
turvy turn 
my palate to
ask red wine
with fish?

I Am Sushi

I am your clam, your mussel
I am your tuna, your salmon
I am your cream cheese
I am your rice, white and full-figured
I am your peculiar cilantro
I am your wasabi 
I am your sweet ginger
Am I a delicacy?
Do I taste good?
Don’t you think you had too much meat? 
Maybe I should have more carrot and more cucumber.
But still, I am sushi
That’s what’s important to me

Wasabi

green wasabi burnt 
ginger a little too sweet 
sake should be warm

Sushi Rolls

Eel or salmon sushi rolls
Nori or rice wrapped 
Served as roll or hand roll shapes 
Eaten with chopsticks 
Served with wasabi
And gari
Plants
!










2-20-2016

Winds of Wasabi

Have you tasted the delicious torment of oysters
Let your foccacia bread drip with soft green salted olive oil
Do you know the love of Sushi 
and boldly face the wild winds of wasabi

The tellers of the tales...these 
unbridaled ocean gifts 
smashing against the rocks
and found deep in the white and black sands 
of beaches I have laid apon 

These... the oils of Solomon that drip like mir from lovers hands
those that touch and those that are forced to say goodbye

Here, find them here, in your breads and oils
Taste the memory of what it is, what it was, to love

Find it there, just there, in that flash of purity 
as the oyster hits the back of your throat
There... yes, there 
when the wasabi flings open your passageways 
and you breathe for the first time in your life

Here, yes, here I am 
in all of these 
as you will always be for me
hidden in tree moss
beneath enormous boulders so strong and large I find I must believe
in miracles 
in the wind that catches in my sail
in you and perhaps 
in time- even in me.

The Master

The Master

You have much to learn
Grasshopper. Kung fu, ninja
OK. Start boxing. Tex Wasabi

• Short Wasabi Poems
• Famous Wasabi Poems
• Best Wasabi Poems
• Read Wasabi Poems
• Long Wasabi Poems
• Wasabi Quotes