Poems about Food poems

Food and food, Your food saysWhat are you.Take food, andThat look before All what are you.Food and foodYour food saysAbout your pastAnd about your future, My dear, here, youCannot hide you

I had a peanut butter sandwich todaywhich made me think of all the way....sssss my life has been touched by thatstick-to-your-mouth sludge of peanut fat.Not 'touched' in the sense that it's shape

Food is of geese, blood and guts, Under this river of blood and ancestry.Friendly relationships come forth when adjustedBy the food granted by the authors of booksAnd the very changers of uniform.

Hundreds and thousands have toiled under the scorching sun of summer, to grow the food which so comfortably we eat.think of food as the fruit of labor of thousands of hours, rather than just rice

your hand on the wheel, Mayan bolt nonwithstanding...where do we go from here? my fingernails still dirty, from digging and planting the seeds.your eyes cloud over...the promise of rain? anot

Hunger is to seek food, Food has one eye and one ear.The food we abstain from are the heads, The food is caring over us, and we maintainOur lives with the food of the day.Liquors are taken as foo

Some food isMedicine...Medicine is some food...Some food is poison...Some food is Tenson...Some food is Fear...Some food is lovely...Some food is Bland...Some food is sweety...Some food is

Now here’s a thought for poets fraughtand trying to make a living, from penning verse of many kindsand lending us their worthy minds, in realms diverse and many.Some will keep to what’s held

Newton every stall splashes its best on the wallNewtonMalacca's new agehawkersHere at Malacca Newton foodcourt is one of the model hawker'sfood outlet. There are sections for Chinese, Indian

I wanted a roast beef sandwichSo I found myself at the fridgeIt turned outThe bacteria got to it before I didI'm not putting that in my mouthNor should youDon't let bacteria get to food before y

The safe places are all takenThe seats have all been soldThe crowd awaits its executionCrime is on a rollWith the mayo being held in contemptAnd all beef bologna sold at a premiumTerrorism is no

You are living in the world as a wanderer, Upon the hill of thought, Against the surge of the sea, From out of the falling sky; Forever there is a quest of unity, A damnation has been clear cutA