Cooking Poems - Poems about Cooking

...Cooking connects us with our inner emotions that can change throughout our lifetime......Read the rest...

...collect and do soup I love farming and cooking do you love farming?......Read the rest...

...My plate is always piled yet my fork has nothing on it, beamed up by sensory overload onto a different culinary planet. Please don’t think me rude for leaving most of each meal, it’s simply an ......Read the rest...

... To give your mother something nice, don’t need to think about it twice. Just a phone call or a letter, will make her feel so much better. Show her how much you really care, and say thank y......Read the rest...

... ,, Bliblablubb", ,, bliblablaaa", at 3o'clock in the morning, shadows shed my eyes, ,, maybe I should've listened to dad", since he always said, dark ruines your eyes. The days were funny ma......Read the rest...

...Mom's help is boundless While I'm done with the cooking She cleaned the kitchen.......Read the rest...

...A hot day and a smelter Is it in Qatar, or in Dubai a friendly aluminum  smelter for sale, the one in the picture on a TV add looks ok Now that my wife is on holiday with her aunt I cruse on t......Read the rest...

...In the hazy air, the camera drone  followed the stagnant river of traffic, telegraphing images to control. The thermals from the searing hot pavement fighting with the machine’s languid progress ......Read the rest...

...Most women have grown tired of just being women, Weary of always being the flowers of unending seasons, awaiting to be plucked And placed in vases for gazes that never feel their roots; They, the ......Read the rest...

...At a history museum By the hearth there was a spit With a slatted-wood contraption By a rope attached to it. When we read the explanation We were totally surprised. The contraption was a cag......Read the rest...

...I have waited for this moment to come when the moon will dialogue with the sun, I have waited for this moment to come when Joy will burst through the sky and soaked the earth with happiness and wet t......Read the rest...

... One hundred eighty one days ago today, Jews began their day, as usual in every way. Jumped out of their beds and prayers. were said. They dressed and fixed coverlets on their beds. Mother......Read the rest...

... I want to go back to my childhood home for it was the place where I was the most happy when I close my eyes I can see our row house with lace curtains on the windows and flower boxes so ......Read the rest...

...It simmers. This constant invisible, hovering like a wasp in the forever periphery threatening lightning strike yellows, sudden and unbidden. It spills and spools, down into black stripes meltin......Read the rest...

... Crystal waters plumping the honeydews and cascading through amusement park ride. As tourists engage in espionage in Duckburg at Knottsbury farms. As graves of self sufficiency, Communes of ba......Read the rest...