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Poem Details | by Kim Merryman |
Categories: chocolate, death, food, funny,

Death by Chocolate

Sandy was a chocoholic,
The worst I've ever seen!
If she didn't eat some daily,
She'd become crazy mean!

It didn't matter what kind it was,
Ice cream, cake, pie or candy,
As long as it was chocolate,
Sandy was  fine and dandy!

Then one day the unthinkable happened,
To the chocolate loving miss,
While eating her favorite candy,
She choked on a chocolate kiss!

"Death by chocolate," the coroner concluded,
As to the cause of Sandy's death.
At least she died doing what she loved,
Eating chocolate til her last breath.



11/21/11  for Natalie the Rogue Rhymer's 
"Die a fun Death" contest



Poem Details | by Kevin Shaw |
Categories: animal, death, food, how i feel, meaningful,

Sonnet for a Vegan

Sonnet for a Vegan

No, No, No I won’t eat meat,
Breeding Animals to slaughter and eat.
Lambs, Chickens, Turkey and Cow,
Killing for food seems wrong somehow.

We treated him well, Farmer said
Lamb was 8 months before stunned dead.
Nice bit of Veal only 12 weeks old,
Beautiful and tender the Butcher sold.

Now I’m in a minority, under 2 percent,
Just another oddball with feelings to vent.
Nut Roast my treat on Christmas Day,
Does God eat meat, I’ll ask him when I pray.

So, No, No I won’t eat meat,
Save the young Lamb, so he might bleat.

Poem Details | by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories: childhood, death, food

No Bread. Why?

No Bread.  Why?
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Big round dark eyes staring at forgetfulness.
Eating nothingness, feeling helplessness.
Scavenging the streets for morsels finding hopelessness.
Foraging to fill a swollen abdomen full of emptiness.
Holding death securely within mothers’ bleakness.
Too hungry to show love and too hungry to cry-
But not too hungry to die-
            Why?  
Mankind’s blindness and heaped up forgetfulness, sighs.

Poem Details | by Satish Verma |
Categories: death, food, life, love, peace, philosophy,

OF A VIRGIN GOD

Partly clad
full moon
was taking a bath on hills.
Trees were waiting
for the curtains to rise.

Scented stars would make
giant scars on the clouds,
I would make peace with the sky.
Lids of human greed were laden
with golden dust, I was hoisting the skull.

Of a virgin god who did not
want to live for the blotched up creation.
The decline was obvious. Truth 
had refused to climb
on the sky-blue, salted peaks of springs.

Body had arrived,
mourners quietly wailing.
Gouged eyes could not decipher
the script on the halved pyramid.
Sun was sucking the clay.


 
SATISH VERMA


Poem Details | by makala bell |
Categories: food, health, life, love, sympathy,

That`s Just The Way It Is

Love is like sugary foods:
some people don`t need it at all!

Poem Details | by Ezekiel Adodo |
Categories: absence, age, angel, anti bullying, august, baseball, bereavement,

Food Poisoning

My God, i cant stay quiet,
for i took the wrong diet,

maybe i should have cooked it,
but impatience made me eat,

could not wait for lunch,
for i was hungry that much,

the dished passed across my nose,
waking up my hunger dose.

pass me the dish please,
i said with ease,

for i am hungry,
and when am hungry i get angry.

A thrust into the plate,
with great ecstasy i ate,

feeling happy,
each spoon had a different story.

Things later went sour,
felt bad at the wrong hour,

vomiting, my stomach broken,
whats the cause: food poison.

EzyFabanatu All Rights Reserved © 28th
March, 2014

Poem Details | by Gregory Ramos |
Categories: dark, death,

top of the food chain

 orange scattered skies 
 an awaited breeze 
 watching the birds 
 form tree to trees 
 a thunder clap 
 we pause..listen..scatter 
 distance dusk howling sounds 
 then the unmistakable movement 
 it slashes, ripping, gurgling moans 
 just a victim of the game 
 on top of the food chain 
 as I walk I cast a shadow long 
 blend in café ridden side walks 
 it’s moves are precise 
 just another prey in life 
 on top of the food chain 
 when you move you leave it clues 
 no doubt it’s on top of you 
 your eyes dart back and forth 
 moving from side to side 
 15 minutes of fame 
 My life on top of the food chain

Poem Details | by RUDOLPH RINALDI |
Categories: food, kids, funny, god, philosophy, religion, science,

THE Newton Epitaph

Had a fig Newton 
Dropped it on the floor
God said, Let Newton be! 
And all was right.
Until the Ants

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: autumn, death, depression, food, french, heart, wine,

Paris Floods

Paris Floods

In the city of young lovers
Of those lost philosophers
I rushed there to be
Alone
Walking along ancient stone

I was flooded
With wine
The rains would not stop
Depressions grasp soon to make me drop

Surrounded by poetry
Buried in the authors plume
Black ink crawls all over 
Devouring what little was left of me

Celts marched long ago
In footsteps I silently trace the sadness
The blood of angst fills me heart
I can no longer live inside those stories of lore

Rains keep falling
Rain pouring over me
Surrounded by books
I succumb to my death you know as
The Paris Floods

Drowned by poetry

Poem Details | by Elizabeth Smith |
Categories: eulogy, food, hilarious, people, thanks,

NO THANKS

NO THANKS

I had a short life but didn't think my fate
Would be ending up on a Thanksgiving  plate 

But I won't be giving thanks on this day for I'm not able 
It's  because I'm laid out on a Thanksgiving table 

I'm not stupid as people have said
I had small pleasures like a scratch on my head
Though I never thought I'd end up dead  

With my insides greatly over-filled
I've been dressed even though I've been killed

Poem Details | by Deborah Burch |
Categories: animals, death, hope, inspirational, food, rainbow,

Heaven's Rainbow Bridge

Heaven's Rainbow Bridge

green grass and blue skys
fresh water and food to eat
no hunger--no pain

dear friends wait beyond
prismatic spectrumed colours
heaven's rainbow bridge

~deborah buch©
5/12/2012




*Note: 
In 1994, William N. Britton wrote the , "Legend of Rainbow Bridge". It is a hope filled story of where all (pets) "special friends" go when they leave this earth. It's a place of "beautiful meadows, grassy hills...fresh spring water...plenty of their favorite food to eat...others to play with...". That place is called "Rainbow Bridge" and it is where they wait until we get there, "just this side of Heaven", so we may go in together. db

Poem Details | by Smail Poems |
Categories: adventure, animal, april, autumn, baby, beautiful, beauty, business, caregiving, child, childhood, cowboy-western, dad, dance, dark, death, dedication, devotion, dream, easter, education, faith, family, flower, food, happiness, happy, life, love, miracle, mystery, people, rain, science, seasons, summer, thank you, thanksgiving, tree, tribute, uplifting, work,

Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013

Poem Details | by MARGARITA VERA |
Categories: adventure, animals, childhood, daughter, death, fear, food, children, forgiveness, friendship, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, hope, life, loss, love, mother, music, peace, romance, love,

Untitled

Tainted love 
or tired love?
Smug attitudes
and weak games
Look at you!
Your such a lame!
Me cry?! Ha! Not no more!
NOT EVER!
Five point five years
What a joke?!
All you do is lie
Keep smoking your life away!
Wake up before its too late!
Before this love turns into hate!
Your too old to act this way!
Your too comfortable
You cant stay!
In my life!
In my way!
Goodbye to you!!!

Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: animals, death, food, loss, love, nature, sad, seasons, sympathy

ESTEFANIA WAS THE SPANISH HORSE

Estephania was the Spanish horse,
with a chestnut coat and mane   
and a lighter long tail...and she ate
alfalfa for strong teeth and bones.


She was domesticated, losing her liberty
and neighing she showed keen ability:
to spot dangers on a perilous path...
Estefania even stopped for a stranded cat.


In summertime she fed mostly on grass,
but bees stung her many times to protest,
and struggling to get them off her tail...
she hit a shrilling raven in the head.


And feeling sorry for the dying bird wincing, 
Estefania licked his semi-open eyes...giving
him a little comfort as he folded his wings;
and whinnying she wept a river of tears.

Poem Details | by M. Hussain Effendi |
Categories: animals, death, food, nature,

Black Widow

Lust faking
Widow in making
Breath taking

Poem Details | by Viv Wigley |
Categories: bereavement,

Sole food

meal tray on her lap
dining table set for two
mocking the widow

Competition 'get your Senryu on'.
Submitted 11th April 2015

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: character, food, goodbye, grief, literature, psychological, suicide,

Anthony Bourbon

Rebel to the core
a story teller
brother in arms
we all march to the same reaper
bountiful the smiles
loving humanity
giver of kindness
the greatest Houdini act of all time
 all in the eyes
	all in the eyes
		all in good time

Black holes with no visions
	ripping one from the inside out
		finally there is only one path

To the lights
take away the darkness
	the pain
	suffocation

death is your only suitor
enticing you
your last dance

RIP

Poem Details | by JSLambert Mister ROBOTO |
Categories: adventure, animals, death, food, funny, imagination, life, nature, people, pets, places, religion, science, sea, travel,

And Goliath Said

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

Poem Details | by Valerie Staton |
Categories: animal, death, food, water,

Green Ananconda

Tanka – Anaconda

Green Anaconda…
Wandering eyes spots dinner.
Oblivious buck
Standing by the water’s edge
Relishes his final sip.

Poem Details | by RUDOLPH RINALDI |
Categories: death, food, funny, life,

sea salt shaker

when my body is done
put me in an oven 
and bury my ashes in a 
sea salt shaker

scatter me sparingly
as you would 
a fine condiment
in a recipe
into your daily life
during its preparation 
so that 
we may add the flavor
and the texture 
of the past

when it is all gone
you 
can refill 
the sea salt shaker


Poem Details | by Mark Goodson |
Categories: childhood, death, depression, food, parody, philosophy, sad, satire,

The Hunger Game

Come little children- come and eat-There’s plenty all scattered about
Stale flat bread and biscuit crumbles -You must dig them out
Banana peelings and lettuce leafs -You may clean the dirt off neat
Perhaps the peelings of a Fu Fu dish- just to make a sweet
Come little one- come and eat- The little child’s belly cries
The flies will lead you to bush meat- the maggots where it lies 
Coconut and cassava cakes- perhaps a little rice
Just below the burning heap where the neighbor’s dead dog lies
The smorgasbord lies beyond the hill-the town’s other side
Forgive the stench- just pass the boneyard -where your nine year old brother died

Poem Details | by Angela Wilson |
Categories: animals, art, black african american, brother, business, computer-internet, cowboy-western, daughter, death, dedication, depression, education, faith, family, father, fear, food, children, funeral, history, hope, god, spring, water, god, spring, water,

The art Of Spring

Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by

Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul

Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory

Fresh water arises with the scent 
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all

The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist

He

Poem Details | by Juliet Ligon |
Categories: absence, bereavement, death, food, grief, loss, mother,

No Warmth In The Kitchen

 Loose are the oven mitts that covered mama's hands. 
 Cold are her rustic pots and pans. 

 Stained are the pages of her favorite cookbook. 
 Lull hangs her ladle on its metal hook. 

 Hiding on the ceiling is the once dancing steam 
 of beef stroganoff's sour cream. 

 Silent is the spatula that served family guests. 
 Quietly the food processor rests. 

 Daddy can only cook up a sweat, 
 and I'm too young to read a recipe yet. 

 There's no warmth in the kitchen since mama's decease. 
 These objects are resting, but not in grease.

Poem Details | by Margeret Bailey |
Categories: death, family, food, funeral, health, people, recovery from..., women,

Feast of Feces

When the coven of ill-willed women seek revenge,
from anyone they deem too big for their britches,
They go to the book of sorcery for witches,
In the book, they seek deliverance from women
who shine brighter than morning stars,
looking for panaceas and disasters,
Brews that could curl their hair and tarnish their shoes,
Nothing short of voodoo,
They'd even stoop to mixing up batches of goulash,
sprinkled with feces, and disguised by hash,
Their boundaries are limitless when they want to anhiliate,
They would go as far as tempting fate,
A feast of feces becomes no trouble at all,
when they want to cast anyone away,
so they may become the Belles of the Balls.......

Poem Details | by Sean Kelly |
Categories: death, food, life

A Piece Of Bread Please ( Take 2 )

  Dollars  always  help .

  But  the  parched  earth  always  wins .

  More  than  dough  required .


 

  Inspired by Sami's "piece of bread" , contest .