poems about food
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Poems written for a project in various forms depicting all of our relationship with one of the most basic necessities: FoodTRANSCRIPT
Food and Other Quirky EdiblesJennifer Algieri, Abby Drivere, Victoria SwagMoney
AcrosticDiabetes, too bad you have itOverweight, from eating so muchNothing good comes from itUnderstand this: it’s bad for youToo bad you’re eating that, not something good
BalladThe child explorer
her father bizarre
discovered a secret
as small as a star
Fairies of forests
inhabiting homes
a griffin of legend
the crudeness of gnomes
The pixies adored her
in presents the showered
the darling child
above them who towered
Unknown consequences
they brought her a sweet
the fairy’s created
delightful to eat
More delicious than power
more tempting than greed
she acquired a taste
for just fairy feed
Human food now stale
tasted sickly of sawdust
refusal to eat it
but eat it she must
The fairies are wicked
for they can’t understand
their help is more hurtful
than all in the land
Blank VerseSomething here is cooking.The freezer zone cool all around.And it spills it’s cool.Everywhere the food is sweating.When it leaves it’s home.Steaming food smells travel.
Sending sweet savory smells.The yelling of small children.Bidding in gaps of the shelves.Loaves baking in warmth.People leave for their cars.People come in again.And the cycle starts over.
CinquainSnap PopSnap CrackleSnap Crackle PopSee what I did there?Pop.
SnowAnd mintTogetherIn PeppermintCandy Canes and coldYes!
SweetTeeth breakCavitiesGingivitisUnavoidableSour
ElegyThe power went outI can’t cook with youI’m sorry I didn’t pay the billI need you microwaveYou not only warmed my foodYou warmed my heart.
Epic Part IThe story begins
At the edge of the wood
Where the Gingerbread Plum Trees
Grow. We started the journey
On rainbow steps
Through the pleasant oaks iced
with soft vanilla cream
that gave them the faces
with smiles they shared.
In that woodland of plenty
We crept on our way
‘til the woods turned sweet
and the air filled with
a peppermint scent.
The Candy Cane Forest we
came upon next and
were offered two peppermint sticks
to enjoy on our trip
to the throne of the Candy Land King.
We crunched through snow, more sugar
than ice, and proceeded
on our merry way.
The sticky surface
of the ground began
clutching our shoes as we moved ourselves past
the Gumdrop Pass.
The gooey sensation
stuck to our soles
with a temperate sun on
the jelly like buttons.
The drops paved the
path that we followed and lined
the walls of the
bridge in place of the usual
stones. A person behind us
called out to us claiming
the pass was reserved only
for those who landed
exactly on purple. Of course
we didn’t listen
and only ran faster
ahead, only to get
Stuck in the melted mess
of the gumdrop gluck
to wait until we could
pull ourselves free.
Released at last
we could continue forth
between licorice sticks woven
up to the sky. Lord Licorice’s
Castle the dreadful abode,
sat squat in the dreariness
of the dessert desert dunes
A place no one traveled
and no one returned.
But look, there are nuts
growing on stems
and a house, quite content
made of Peanut Brittle sits
comfortable in the mist
of a peanut butter fog.
Epic Part IIAvoiding the squirrels,
and the chatty Grandma Nut
we scampered forth
to the Lollypop Woods
where all will get lost
regardless of directions
or maps. So lost we did get
for some moments or so, before
finding the right way to go.
The lollypop flowers
were perfect for picking
and eating especially of course.
But we couldn’t fill up
for the best was yet to arrive.
Trotting through green fields
and colourful candies,
all of which we should have liked to try,
the air got much colder
and the winds grew much bolder
to reveal the Ice Cream Sea!
Behold! So majestic!
We paused for much longer
and skated across a frozen lagoon
where Ice Cream Snowmen waved
and rivers of soda accompanied
us as we shivered,
but still ate more.
Amidst brain freeze that warned us
not to over-eat sweets
we carried on
on our much warmer way.
The castle was distant,
but its outline appeared
yet the faster we ran
the less is came near
for the pathway was then blocked
by a Molasses Moat
whose fudgesicle bars
were only mal-par.
We got stuck only once
and were out in a pinch
before racing ahead to the gates
only to find
we had drawn the last card
which portrayed a picture of
Gingerbread Trees.
We groaned and we sighed
we had come of so close
but the card had been chosen,
so we had to obey
and were sent right in reverse
on our less merry way
to return to the start of the game.
EpistleDear French Fries,
Time I eat youAnd taste your warmth
I paid 2.19 for youI share with a friend
I lay my eyes upon youFrench fries
You’re warm and tastyWell the time has come to eat you
Your consumer,I really loved you forever and always,
Abby.
LimerickThere once was a small slab of hamThat rode to New York on a tramBut when he got offHe heard a small coughFrom a fork and a knife, “Well damn.”
The tale told of noble Sir GruffinTells of a chocolate chip muffinHe kicked it up highIt flew to the skyKilling 6 crows and a puffin
The snail had no finger or toeStill he found some way to sewSo the made him a patternWhen he died for the platter“It was your time to escargot.”
OdeStupid breeds stupid
Carelessness breeds recklessness
Eat four saltines in a minute
Glorious!
Love it!
Tried it
Failed
Those who never failed
Never did anything stupid
Still phenomenal
It was a cracker
And It rose to something more
How powerful our food becomes
When we have an abundance of it.
Swallow a spoonful of cinnamon
Ridiculous!
Impossible!
Did it anyway
Failed again
No one succeeded
But we tried anyway
The glory of a challenge
You challenged us
Risking our lives
For glory
For Saltines
And Cinnamon
Because you could never be boring
Cheers to the stupid
And the reckless
And the pointless
And the bold
Props to you
For becoming a trending tag
The respect I uphold
For crackers and spice
Is not something to shame
But something to marvel at
No one remembers me
The way they
Will remember you.
SestinaThe best part of eating candy
or really any kind of sweet
is the moment you first taste
it you know you’re in love
because there is a special quality of delight
in any treat that is perfectly superb.
But that brief encounter with the superb
is short lived with any candy
for there can only be momentary delight
in any morsel, sour or sweet
for despite all and any love
there is a temporariness to taste.
So we live on to try a new taste
something even more superb,
and perhaps, easier to love,
something not uncommon in candy
every piece more sweet
than the last, each causing more delight
But there is more to delight
than the pleasantries of taste
and the joy of something sweet
any food may be superb
but in candy
there is always love
That which reminds us in turn to love
and to share that which causes delight
be it candy
or otherwise related to taste
so long as it is superb
to others it will always be sweet
The special kindness of a sweet
is the expression is shows of love
to others we consider superb
and to ourselves which it delights
in the thought or in the taste
after all, we all love candy
The first bite is disgust or delight
But if there is thought behind the taste
We can endure any flavor of candy
SonnetLike the thick richness of marshmallow fluff
The honeydew son of perfection arrives
And a sugar sweet smile was simple enough
To melt me like butter and feel more alive
The glow of a dimple on one cherry cheek
The pureness of eyes, candy crystal in hew
Vanilla introversion keeps me meek
Stuck silent, in place, in peanut butter glue
Confectionary affection is shown to all
Anticipation builds like soda pop
Cinnamon dusted hair sifting through the hall
Music crescendos, strawberry blushing must stop
A rich chocolate voice compelling conversation
Me stuck speaking backwards with bubblegum frustration
VillanelleThey took from us man’s delight
The sweetest of all confections
The absence resulting in peril and blight
Once a gift from the almighty sprite
Only left now are its reflections
Of a treat that caused some a fright
The fear of choking seemed to ignite
A terror beyond all objections
To them a ban must be right
Never again to see the light
The Kinder Egg framed for defections
It left for the shade of the night
In lands to far for anyone’s sight
The chocolate treat past inspections
And in Europe received no slight
In spite of this blight
In my sweet recollections
One day I will travel by flight
And with my Kinder Egg reunite