Poems about Food

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Poems about Food

The overwhelming gorgeousness
Of a Death by Chocolate Cake;
Exceeds the mouth watering
Delights of anything I can make.

The fruitiness of a summer pudding
Cannot be topped bar none;
And that is universal on agreement
A "Yes" chorus made by everyone.


Broccoli for breakfast.
Broccoli for lunch.
Broccoli that's tender.
Broccoli with crunch.

Broccoli for dinner.
Broccoli for snacks.
Broccoli in boxes
and baskets and sacks.

Broccoli for weeks and
for months and for years.
It's up to my eyeballs.
It's up to my ears!

I used to like broccoli
but now, I'm afraid,
its beauty, at best,
is beginning to fade.

It's lacking in luster.
It's lost all its charm.
But that's how it goes
on a broccoli farm.
Kenn Nesbitt


This has always puzzled me, just how much is a pinch?
These recipes of dear Grandma's surely are no cinch.
A "snip" of this, a "dab" of that, a "lump" of something else,
Then "beat it for a little while", or, "stir until it melts."
I have to be a wizard to decipher what she meant,
By all these strange proportions in her cookbook worn and bent.
How much nutmeg in the doughnuts? Grandma wouldn't flinch,
As she said, with twinkling eyes, "Oh, just about a pinch."
There must have been in her wise head a measuring device,
That told her just how much to use of sugar, salt and spice.

Poems about Food

I’m standing here
With a glass of wine
Chopping onions,
Mushrooms, a little garlic,
You do this too, I know

Tears flow, from the drift
Of onion mist
Yet, tears of sorrow joy
Laughter embellish
the seasoning of seasons

The sauce bubbles
With tomato’s promise
And pomp
Cheeky, this brew
That always calls us back

I grind the worries
And joys of the day
In the mortar and pestle
Until the crackling
Softens to a whisper

It blends into a powder
I add lemon, a zest
So a tingle on the palate
Remains, for a sassy taste
Amid the oregano and basil

Pasta stands tall, inflexible
Like a palace guard
But sighs in the dancing water
As that self-same guard wilts
in the summer sun

Crusty bread yields
Its yeasty breath,
With every chunk
Broken off, ragged
For the sauce

We get together like this
Abiding in moments
Of slow feeding
And talk
Savoring the evening
Barbara Greer


The families that play together stay together;
That is what I was told,
I feel as strong about mealtimes together
If I may be so bold.

Breaking bread was Jesus trick
Sitting down around a table;
Even sharing with five thousand others
If you believe that fable.

Our friends arrive for the evening to spend
Meals shared and pleasantries commence;
Wonderful tastes swirl around our mouths
It's a wonderful shared experience.

Memories are made of these
Pleasant evenings in the sun;
Both old and new friends altogether
Enjoyed by everyone.

Poems about Food

When asked about Poems regarding food
There was a resounding shout of "Cake"
You just can't beat them for any occasion
Ones that us mere mortals bake.

They go so well with a cup of tea
Jam doughnuts and cream buns;
Ginger slice and bakewell tarts
And Pain de Chocolat that runs.

The waistband stretches bigger and bigger
It's not good for our health;
We must stop this crazy love as
Fatness has crept up by stealth.


When I asked dad for twenty bucks,
he said, “Lets make a deal.
I’ll give you money only if
you eat a healthy meal.”
I found him sitting on the couch
before I went to bed.
I looked into his tired eyes
and this is what I said:
“I finished all my vegetables.
The carrots tasted great!
I ate the piece of celery
that mom put on my plate.
The eggplant was delicious
and the string beans were divine.
The peppers were fantastic
and the broccoli was fine.
The giant baked potato
was the highlight of my night.
The juicy red tomato
filled my belly with delight.”
My dad said he was proud of me
and handed me the cash.
I hope he doesn't find out
all this food is in the trash!
Darren Sardelli


There was a piece of bread named Ned.
Whose twin bread brother's name was Fred.
They idly lived within a loaf,
Until one day I ate them both.
And now, I'm sad to say, they're dead.


Sugar and Spice

Apples are juicy and delicious to eat,
Strawberries with cream are scrumptious and sweet,
Jelly is wobbly with ice cream on top,
Chocolate is yummy and makes me go pop!
Sausage and chips is great for tea,
Pizza is nice when it is cooked for me,
Biscuits and cakes have the loveliest taste,
So make sure your food doesn't go to waste
Emma Baldwin


On a serious note!

There are those around the world today
Starving and need our help;
So I sincerely apologise if I sound flippant
If they lived on the coast they could eat kelp.

We must take heed and share resources
As all on this planet we are;
Whizzing around the sun needing food and water
All we seem to care about is the car.

Earth will fight back and has already started
We will reap what we've sown alright;
Our brothers and sisters need all our support
To self sufficiency and standing upright.


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