Create Poem

Food Poems (148)

Here is a list of Food Poems. Read poetry, post your own poems or comments. Poems on these pages are copyrighted © by the authors who entered them. Click here to post a poem.

sophiasummer

Home Kill

I came upon the Tomatoe
Sleeping beside the silver beet

From the freezer I took out out the mince
OH MERTL

How wonderful your meat.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
Fodder
Post Comment
agoodguy2have

cookin' up enough

the world's a pot
and we're all the spoons
wanting a taste to eat
smellin' life's scents
stirring things up
stewin' with our meat

there's just as much
to eat here today as
there was back before,
and there's just the
same peoples here too,
well, maybe a few more

so what's in the pot
besides some stones
to stock the soup
do you have enough
a few carrots perhaps
to share with the group

the soldiers clever
back from chaotic war
devised some psychology
to open the larders
of all the citizens
cooking up a feastology

reheated stone soup
is what can taste best
a restock to restart
and share with each other,
simmering care won't boil
it just fills the hungry hearts

© Goode Guy 2011-08-15
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
it's all in how it's spread out...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stone_soup
Post Comment
kornbluthonline today!

Bariatrics

Obesity is a Disease?
And how is that so, if you please?

We are what we eat, are we not?
Some eat a little, and some eat a lot.
Some work their buns off, and some won’t do squat.
So put it together, and what have you got?

Or does it fall out of the air,
unknown until now and at once everywhere?

It this thing contagious by touch or by genes?
Or glands out of balance, whatever that means?
Is that why it’s spreading to children and teens?

Now Medicare flatly decrees
Obesity is a Disease.

So taxpayers pay for a magical cure
instead of a thing that would do it for sure,
like rations of food that are miniature,
as if it cost money and people were poor.
The junk-food that isn’t nutritious
is fatty and bariatricious,
no better than paper, the research has found,
expensive as hell by the dollar-per-pound.
So why not eat money? Is that more unsound?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jan 2012
About this poem:
In September 2004, Medicare officially made obesity a "disease!"
Post Comment
breathless22

~~~~~~THE TASTE OF A CUPCAKE~~~~~~~

CupcakeS all sweet and yummy, fresh baked from the oven
with sweet smooth frosting oh so yummy it is to eat...

some like it with chocolate frosting
then others like it as it is.....

It is hard to make a mistake,
When there are so many kinds to make
And different ways to decorate,
And lots of places to take
But be careful so they do not break
And you wont have to remake
Then you can partake
Without giving yourself a headache

that is why my favorite desert is cupcakes.

the vanilla flavor it is of the taste for the liking it
is the cupcake we love to eat.....

My favorite desert is cupcakes
They are so much fun to bake
Embedded image from another site
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
WE ALL DO LOVE CUPCAKES SO FUN TO MAKE AD BAKE AS TO EAT AND EAT......
Post Comment
breathless22

~~~COFFEE IS THE BEST WAY TO WAKING UP~~~

Come here a bit closer dear coffee~~~
my eyes are not so open today
I can smell you calling me the aroma
of goodness and nice~~~~

Oh how I need my coffee and need
much of it as the morning is early
and a dew has set on my yard and
a bit brisk outside as winter

Is heading to my town and it soon
will be settleing in here for a
long time so for some it may be
a cup of coffee , tea, or even
hot- chocolate~~~~

Coffee it is for me as I love my
coffee so hot to touch and sweet
as the aroma hits me wth a splash
in my smell of the good mornng America

Coffee is the friend of my soul and
will be there for each day or evening
as coffee is the greatest way of
waking up~~~~~
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
FOR ALL THE COFFEE DRINKERS IN HERE DRINK IN HAPPINESS~~~~~~
Post Comment
breathless22

Pumpkin Pie

Pumpkins and Pumkins every where you go~~~big and small they are of all shapes it is a bright orange and round in shape to carve a face you then have a jack-o-lantern for the season and hoilday of halloween~~~

Drying out the seeds and roast them in a fry pan it makes a nice snack for the season it is halloween, with the rest of the inside's we
cook it up and use it in a PUMPKIN PIE~~~~

Just one single egg and a handful or so of the inside of a pumpkin about one-cup of it and some sugar and one can of what they call it
condensed milk, and some pumpkin pie spice a pinch or so of that
little bit of ginger and mix it all up together then do not forget the sexy baker she is ~~~~

To use a favorite choice of pie crust pour the pumpkin mix into the crust and bake for about 45 to 60 minutes and wa wa you have a yummy
PUMPKN PIE~~~~~~~~

Best of all you want to top the pie with cool whip or some favorite vanilla ice-cream to top the pie off yum yum oh do not forget a cup of coffee to go with a slice of Pumpkin Pie~~~~
©breathless22
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
Hoilday time of Halloween and Thanksgiving lots of yummy pies like this one pumpkin pie if I could I would serve you a slice..... Think about your jolly time bakers busy in the kitchen making all of them jolly oh pies for the hoildays in their hoilday fun baker suits.....
Post Comment
breathless22

~~~~Momma's Apple Pie~~~~

Warm right out of momma's oven it is,

sweet and fresh the thing of the

season of fall ,and the aroma that

floats the air of green or yellow

some red it is all delicious put

into a crust and a sugar filling

~~~~~It is momma's APPLE PIE~~~~~
©breathless22
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
Favorite fall time desert for me as many more and simple......
Post Comment
gnj4u

Systemic

A talk on “Sonnets”, once did attend
fascinated by the sound was I
of words that move to tears or grin
skill lacking, my pen has yet to try

Not academic-taught are my poems
no poetic training have I had
but my pen writes its messages
whether mediocre, good or bad

My writing is free-verse systemic
from feelings, deep, deep within
that rise up into words polemic
words, worlds ready to begin again

Once lost somewhere in my heart
this rhyming verse I now impart.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
My very first sonnet...
Post Comment
breathless22

Packing a Picnic Lunch~~~

First you call up your good ole friend,
see if they like to join you for a picnic
maybe in the park underneath a shaded tree....

Then plans are made and time to pack up all
the goods from basket to table-ware and
blanket to food and all that may be needed to
enjoy the picnic...

You may choose to pack a peanut butter -n- jelly
on whole wheat bread-- do not forget to eat your
crust as this added the vitamins’ to the sandwich..

Then maybe you pack a snack bag or two of your
choice of chips, lays plain chips are a good
one to choose other it may be the sour and cream
then the other may want the rippled plain
as long as it is a chip it makes a good thing to pack
for a picnic lunch....

Do not forget to add a choice of a fruit,
they sell them in little tiny cups called
mix fruit cups or just a single one of banana
orange, apple or a pear do not forget
to pack a fruit....

Then last maybe choose a desert and drink of
a snack size cookie, or lunch able fruit pie
or maybe a snack size pudding will work
for the desertand for drink a fruit juice is
a good choice in the picnic lunch...

Grab the items for the picnic and away
we go to scout a place for just
the two of us
to have a picnic lunch....
©breathless22
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
For those not wanting to eat a lunch alone a good suggestion to do it with a good close friend...
Post Comment
lorentz

sunset pearl

keeping you like upon a dreaming time...
I can't touch you,
can't kiss you..
or just behind my comp's cold prohibition..
you,vertical image a virtual love...
I'd like breathe your thousand and one night scent,
thoughtfully yours,
my swinging grey skies wandering in your secret forests,
the load our voices blended in the warmth..
kittenly yours...
already time for life..
bye my bewitched liar..
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
cerebral celebration..I have a preference for impossible love and ..liars..
Post Comment
We use cookies to ensure that you have the best experience possible on our website. Read Our Privacy Policy Here