Kitchen Poems - Poems about Kitchen

... Whoosh! Swish! Clang! It's the six o'clock kitchen band! Whoosh of paper towels off the roll. Swish as broom threads brush the floor. Clang as pots put on to boil! ......Read the rest...

...Glass Slivers Broken chards In the kitchen We are all barefoot Daddy’s eyes are not sharp Baby wants to help of course Big sister takes baby upstairs Mama heads for the broom and dustpan ......Read the rest...

... Just add beer and abracadabra . . . Flavor galore! Just don’t add too much . . . Alcoholism is a disease. It should cook out though. Anyway, I hope it’s not too cheesy. Some of you are ......Read the rest...

... Sun is set to shine Streets start humming Birds are ready to fly ......Read the rest...

...Granny needs a little pick me up So she makes her coffee extra thick Dances around the kitchen And gives her husband a gentle kick He barely notices, for he is reading the news Nothing that he w......Read the rest...

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

...Kidding around, I called mother “Lou” Short for Louella between us two. She’d return the favor; call me “number three.” At the time it was cute, now it’s precious to me. “Thank you, Lou” always......Read the rest...

...In my kitchen's grasp, where spices hop free, Whispers of our memories, in each recipe. Khichdi's humble grace, a bow to our roots, In grains and lentils, tradition assent. Herbal notes linger,......Read the rest...

...So many people go out of their way to help our fellow human beings The people who work our food banks volunteering their time behind the scenes Our health care workers who help to keep us alive Th......Read the rest...

...I like leftovers, especially when it comes to soup. Brought back by popular demand. They say that soup is better after it sits for a few days. Stewing in its juices, mixing time with truths. ......Read the rest...

...You sit there year after year looking at me as if you don’t care, you sit there picking your nose and smelling your polished toes, time is on your hand and you have got to leave that man, the whole r......Read the rest...

...Hermit crab human scuttling about In my new life. Ill fitting suit. Like wearing your mother's clothes - Clip clopping around the kitchen... High heals filled with little feet... And dreams of a......Read the rest...

...I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren’t trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom. Umberto Eco, Foucoult’s......Read the rest...

...I wake up at the break of dawn. the sun light fills my room I look out at the wonderous view and its glow that feels so warm. and then I remember we used to share this wonderous time of day ......Read the rest...

...I like my soup hot. Slurping the edge of the bowl carefully So as not to get burnt. These aromatic words are better than any drug. But just as addictive ... with no hangover. Though sometimes it......Read the rest...