Breakfast Poems

Breakfast poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of breakfast poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on breakfast are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Breakfast

Breakfast short poem

Each morning she grants me the unique privilege of providing a smile on her face I know quite a bit about the simple things. To watch her walk in and delight herself with the croissant of open lips A splash

Breakfast Of Civilisation

Breakfast Of Civilisation prose poem

Early in the morning A rich continent, Culturally and financially Is getting ready for breakfast, English breakfast of baked beans On toast at Chiltern Firehouse.. Is devoured; While somewhwhere in Paris Waffles are being enjoyed With fresh coffee.. Admist all

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Poems containing references to : Breakfast

Dear Roger

Dear Roger prose poem

When Mum first presented you I thought you were a trick. Your attempts to buy me off with a Metallica C.D. demonstrated your pettiness. I didn’t say anything at the time ‘cos I didn’t want to hurt her feelings in

She Is The One!

She Is The One! long poem

Good Morning Love.. What will you have for breakfast? A pancake with just a tip of honey, Get it fast, I have to go earn money! Here you go, now eat up before the dog starts to drool. Oh Jeez!

The Simple Life,the Easy Life

The Simple Life,the Easy Life prose poem

Wake up in the morning with no stress,feeling love in excess even forgot my address forget all the bad of men with no regrets turn around on my bed touch my woman and compliment her nightdress touching her hips and

Your Ship Came In

Your Ship Came In sonnet poems

You lingered in a deep and restless sea, Ostensibly, a man content to be Untethered by the bonds of wedded bliss; Resistant to the charms of every Miss. Simplistic in your chosen way of life, Hard-fast, you vowed to never

Sleepers Only

Sleepers Only prose poem

A night of deep and dreaming sleep on a warm and firm mattress with appropriate coverings was not necessarily an item on our wish list, because we drew accustomed to the more simpler forms of mattresses that were not firm

Spare Me The Stress Mother!

Spare Me The Stress Mother! long poem

It’s in the morning; your words tear my heart into pieces, What breakfast is this? No sugar simply tasteless, Son, what kind of woman you married? Cant dress well, can’t cook well, is simply disorganized, Even can’t wear shoes, she

Ginger Lime Tea

Ginger Lime Tea short poem

When she came in Through the door he Forgot to latch after The paid one had left, He was boiling water For the ginger lime tea, to Keep the black dogs of Last night, off his head. Amused at her

Bedfellows

Bedfellows short poem

It stormed all night rattling teeth and windows the small tribe of cats sheathed their claws for once crept into human beds drawn incapable of love to the safety of something larger a fleshy barricade to take the blows something

The Dangerous Paradise

The Dangerous Paradise long poem

A mythical apocalypse about life in Hell This is the crux of the matter, That the sinners will carry the cross of the master. Though it’s wonderful in hell, What has happened to Hell? is it a relaxable place? To

A Ray Of Sunshine

A Ray Of Sunshine long poem

A ray of golden sunshine reaching in through my kitchen window. As I sit at my handmade round oak table in the pre dawn. Reminiscing. I sense a warm touch on the back of my left hand. Opening my eyes,

Turn Your Days Into Poems

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Imagine a day filled with poetry! A poem that wakes you up by planting a soft kiss on your forehead, another one that sits by your side when you are sipping that perfect cup of coffee. A poem having breakfast

Tale-bearer

Tale bearer short poem

They were counting the bullets and bodies. The severed limbs were twitching. Sometimes to go back to their owners, but the faceless torso selects a bush to hide the remains. The leaves are falling on the make shift home of

Just Another Journal Entry

Just Another Journal Entry prose poem

The thing about it is that I don’t know who I want to be with or if I want to be with anyone at all. I’ve spent my entire life being tied down to a lover, not ever knowing what

The Violin Maker

The Violin Maker long poem

The Violin Maker awakes and heats his glue in a coffee can rigged on a hotplate. He is aged and stiff like his wood piles of it stacked and waiting spruce special ordered from Ohio oak pieces from a broken

Four Shifts Of A Childhood

Four Shifts Of A Childhood prose poem

Never saw the face of my begetter And will never know who is my mother I am a childhood of seven years old Who wanders from one road to another road From one street to another street Now all streets

Holy Knot And Germany My Dream Land

Holy Knot And  Germany My Dream Land long poem

“Holy knot” Marriage is like a book of suspense, Each day contains romance and turbulence. You are excited what is next, You try your level best to prove the best. Sometimes you want to read its climax, But you have

Two Little Frogs (part 2).

Two Little Frogs (part 2). long poem

The two little frogs awoke next day feeling very blythe and happy were they After breakfast they decided to go to the river bank. They hopped real slow They wanted to know where the river went as it bubbled along

Dad

Dad short poem

I have a hero I call him dad, Who makes me smile whenever I am sad. Dad, You are my first love For me, you are all above. With a morning hug, U wake me up, Then you run errands,

I’m Not In

Im Not In short poem

I didn’t get up today I didn’t eat breakfast in the usual way I didn’t look out of the kitchen window and watch the birds walking round in the rain And I didn’t have a cup of tea whilst listening

The Abcs Of Food

The Abcs Of Food short poem

A is an apple, shot off of your head B is for beets, they’ll turn your pee red Cantaloupe with ya, I’m too young to marry D is a date, with Tom, Dick or Harry Eggs if they’re large can

Ebola, the African Plague

Ebola, the African Plague long poem

It is not every tear that glitters, Neither is every curse tied to positive tides, But it is only the positive tides that glitter. It is not every damnation that flees, It is not every succumbing dream that prevails, Neither,

Jake’s House

Jakes House short poem

There was a man whose name was Jake Who had a house upon the lake Every morning he would wake And for breakfast have a piece of cake He had a private fishing hole; He always used a long cane

Four Shifts Of Childhood

Four Shifts Of Childhood short poem

Never saw the face of my begetter And will never know who is my mother I am a childhood of seven years old Who wanders from one road to another road From one street to another street Now all streets

Fresh Studies

Fresh Studies prose poem

Sometimes, what you find in a study can only be expressed in the way that you walk it out. Occasionally, one can attempt to explain in words what his recent studies have revealed. Many things that we have already learned

The Refugee

The Refugee long poem

Airliners fell fat like poisoned bumble bees breasting their way into parking lots and highways plowing up concrete furrows tipped with shiny and jagged vehicles trimmed in flame I wake in a light sweat to a fluxuating grumble wondering at

Ronnie

Ronnie elegy

I remember well that sweltering summer. Sky bright at 1 am, no breeze to blow the dark in, blackout blinds and fans whispering. Still sleep was difficult, years before whale-song tapes and Victor Meldrew. Though we had our own versions.

Sabre Bay

Sabre Bay long poem

A gentle cough, a quiet word, a morning breeze, a waking bird, Into her box her letters fall, soft flip flop slippers down a hall, A radio plays yesterdays, and on the wall a clock face says That sometimes time

Succumb, Glutton

Succumb, Glutton long poem

A hesitant day for fat men and old women moving cautious but still slamming out the door and like infidels calling down a brace of ice spears exposed necks and those rounded shoulders so tender overloaded bodies knocked down stunned

Rice Cereals

Rice Cereals short poem

There is magic in rice cereals. They dance as baby- fish in boiling pan, and soon become snowy cool Delphinium. Boiled grains easily vanish in the mouth, a mug-full keeps you cool in summer. Roasted rice is fluffy and light,

Insanity

Insanity prose poem

(1) It is insane that while your heart jumps at evening on the strings of a harp, while your beloved lady’s hair flies with every breeze of jazz, while you wash up at morning under showers of gardens sounds, but

Average Joe And The Inferiority Complex

Average Joe And The Inferiority Complex short poem

I live an ordinary life, In an ordinary home Built from ordinary bricks Made from ordinary stone. Each ordinary day I wake, Go down the ordinary stairs, Take a deep long breath and smell The ordinary air. At my ordinary

Portrait Near Twilight

Portrait Near Twilight long poem

From early youth the boy wished his father dead the way he touched his mother and all the things in the house he claimed ownership his stench left behind overwhelming hallways and the breakfast nook pomade and flatulence his inevitable

A Refugee

A Refugee prose poem

(1) A refugee searches out for his home. Suddenly, when dust lands down on his eyelids, he cries out: ‘Eureka, Eureka, I found out a hole’. (2) My wife and me had a dream; We said, we shall have our

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The Facade

The Facade short poem

You gather in number uncountable, Near the exquisite coffin, Wreath extortionate you lay, The smoked perfume ornate, White linen immeasurably laid, Candles light, the burning flames, Engaging sight I see from here! Wish when the breath was there, The uncountable

Stand Tall

Stand Tall short poem

Every time you stand all alone, Remember you’re the one who owns. For all the success that was yours, Failures are not anyone else’s fault. Stop pointing the fingers now, Relax, breathe take one step slow. Everything that surrounds you,

One Sided Love

One Sided Love short poem

Even though I dint knew it from the start, That there is someone who owns your heart; Even if I see, you’re not sitting next to me, I’m still hoping that someday you will be with me. I can’t see

Beyond The Looking Glass

Beyond The Looking Glass short poem

Though I clearly see Paralleling traits, Corresponding facets Astonishingly quaint This complex, albeit moving, Prominent connection Holds a minute blemish Worthy of reflection. Contrast, yes there’s one, A distinction can be drawn, For you’re rarely right, While I’m never wrong!

Finer Taste

Finer Taste short poem

Higher than clouds, A voice beckons loud, Shouting incoherent statements, Clouding its own sentiments. Down here vibrations resonate, In well traveled ears they commemorate, Aggressive tones without grace, Screaming on shriveled yesterdays. Voices screech after enough, When deafly righteous is