Cooking Poems

Cooking poems that delve into the joy of cooking and joy good food brings to life. If you love cooking or if you are a foodie, you will find yourself relating to these poems thought by thought. They say cooking is like therapy and each poet who has penned a poem on cooking has experienced the beauty of this feeling. A good recipe is capable of much more than taste, it can change moods, bring in positivity and add spice to life. So let’s celebrate the power of cooking through these poems. These cooking poems are sure to fill you up. Bon Appetite!

Recipe for Mud Cake

Recipe for Mud Cake short poem

A bowl of butter, dough, eggs and sugar come together, Mix till the consistency is right, you’ll figure. Next, molten chocolate you will take, Add to the bowl, not a drop you must forsake! The contents of the bowl you

Banquet

Banquet short poem

For a knife, sharp is best, a good friend a valuable tool in your preparations epitome of confidence, hacker of haunches an extension of the hand and of the will however it keeps you at a remove, though those precise

Poems containing references to : Cooking

Soliloquy

Soliloquy prose poem

I In that quiet and still moment loneliness hit her, Like an empty vessel, like a roaring shore less ocean. Once she opened her mouth to speak The sluice gates of emotion let loose the words. Words, which tumbled and

My Adorable Mother

My Adorable Mother ode

To my sweet and lovely mamma with greatest love and respect. My mother is a lady of strong convictions, She loves unity condemns fractions. She is a talented lady of diverse arts,she has a good command on her mother-tongue,and Knows

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

Never ending Love

Never ending Love short poem

My love for you will never cease. I hope your life is filled with peace. By day’s end, when night is near, You, my sweet, have nothing to fear. I will walk with you always, forever more. so your feet

22 Poems You Should Read about Love and Life!

22 Poems You Should Read about Love and Life! poetry books

This collection of poetry is the saga of life in all of its colors – joy, sorrow, triumph, love and pain. The book is a beautiful collection of heart-touching poems, drawn from my personal experiences in life. While ‘Mother, my

I Was Very Happy

I Was Very Happy prose poem

I was very happy When I was admitted to the hospital in room 101 ‘Coz, I have seen the medics telling some that there is no Need of admitting this patient, as there is no hope And It showed that

Home

Home short poem

when we were touching I was blushing from a blushing inner glow radiating from the depths of my soul no longer searching no longer alone for the first time in my life my heart has a home home is my

Cortile Of Old House

Cortile Of Old House ballad

Along with their desolate fortune, Old parents waiting for their unsparing children, Who left them in the barren garden, For the sake of their ambitions, They omit them between the world, When they needed love and care, They gifted them

The Sober Girl

The Sober Girl prose poem

This girl have been cooking food for her family, she used to have a promise for eternity, that she would be with only one person, her parents would have chosen that man in person, but one fine day her innocence

Dear Husband !

Dear Husband ! long poem

My mornings are sad and evenings are blue As if I am incomplete without dear you On you here my heart is due When good omens remain from many to few When strangers became friends , we once knew Heart

Pilgrims

Pilgrims long poem

We found the kid outside of McCleary walking in a daysuit like some land owner off some nineteenth-century hacienda he got in the car stinking of moss and unwashed armpits there were at least two kinds of fluff in his

Happy Mother’s Day

Happy Mothers Day short poem

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY Intelligent man says, I feel it is a special day It is not my birthday It is mother’s day When our daughter came to bring us happiness, I felt it, A special day Children truly excited to

Sidmouth Seafront

Sidmouth Seafront prose poem

It’s the end of April, winter’s signs are just fading And we’ve gone to the seafront, walking along the promenade. Sometimes stopping To gaze at the murky brown winter’s-end ocean… But why? Stepping down onto the shingle, The large pebbles

Adventures Of A New Housewife

Adventures Of A New Housewife short poem

Docked on foreign shores I look back no more With stardust in my eyes Pots and pans by my side I embark on a domestic adventure Go further than I have ever ventured So I sail on unchartered water Pulp

Going To The Store

Going To The Store short poem

While walking to the store, I pass by so many beautiful flowers. There is the beautiful pink roses in full bloom and oleander. As I walk further, I see the beautiful crepe myrtles with Watermelon red, pink carnation and pearly

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Ode To A House That Harboured Beginnings And Ends

Ode To A House That Harboured Beginnings And Ends ode

Beloved houses die in essence, Beloved people in mass. These treasures seem to balance. Upon infinitesimal hours. For houses die subtle silent deaths, Like furtive fading seasons. Like shadows of dimming lengths, As the fugitive sun hastens. They die –

The Sunset

The Sunset short poem

The day comes to an end, And the dusk takes the light away. Everything feels so drowsy And we face the Sunset. The flying wings of time, Changes everything in the life of mine. The things are never same; As

Brew

Brew short poem

you wouldn’t know them except for their orders gliding like dolls hovering, footless, wearing bright dresses that brush the dusty floor the kind a proud mother would pick out then stand behind their chairs distracted trying to tame their cowlicks.

A Weeding Hoe Carpe Diem

A Weeding Hoe Carpe Diem prose poem

Fetch your hoe and I will, my own Without delay, to the field let us go. Of water and food, here is the basket Not on the patches ahead can we sit But on what we cleared shall we rest

To my white eyed trampoline

To my white eyed trampoline short poem

White, you diluted my red into skin that doesn’t fit squirms. Trampoline, reflected projectile in your eye. I, from you Stop background-ing walk in, devour me I will fight you survive emerge to co-exist.

An Evening Of Agony And Ecstacy

An Evening Of Agony And Ecstacy short poem

That evening was unlike any other evening This evening is similar to that evening What was so dear to me that evening? The same is dear to me this evening Her soul and body spiraled in my arms that evening

Write As Rain

Write As Rain long poem

Breeze rippling sheer embroidered patches as sunlight streaming shadows prance across plastered walls… As precipitation mist cool Floridian rays beaming tin roofs. Winter temps once again; no show. pre-Black Power, post-slavery; steel railroad tracks line wooded villages alluring Negro Parramore

Only For You

Only For You prose poem

Known, nothing will be written about me In any poem, story or essay Known, will not receive any co-operation from Governments Any honest or dishonest award… Nobody will burn incense on the day of my death Except my wife! Nobody

It Must Be Jesus

It Must Be Jesus short poem

Music of the harp and a host of angels Singing of his glory. Well I am touched by Your compassion and because of you my cup Runs over. My spirit has been set free! It Must Be Jesus, It Must

The Web Of Choices

The Web Of Choices ode

Right choices How can we make? Tracks of knowledge How can we take? Footprint of a thought A starting note Faithfully follow Roots of a willow Spreading so deep For the leaves to weep Diverging from one to another To

Doom Fetus

Doom Fetus sonnet poems

Oh! My mother, sues thy sole cell daughter, An unborn baby, before its loving lover- Prays it to dad, thy, my best creative will- “Let me come, not look at me- thy angry shrill!” Oh! Doc. You dog! You dig

I Wonder

I Wonder short poem

Alone in a forest in the night Whom would you, my friend, remember? When fear of the death traces your mind Whom would you, my friend, surrender? Whom do you think you owe this life? And whom would you say

God’s Nation

Gods Nation long poem

Look around you, how many of these faces do you really know? Could you put a name to each face, or do some people not ring a familiar tone? Do you go to church all dressed in your Sunday best?

Going Off Course With Friend Sim

Going Off Course With Friend Sim prose poem

Daunting golden towers triples on a desert horizon Off the highway, – where is the caravan? Pierce your sword here into the tan dune side and let the aloe vera flow out; A paradox that lingers on chaffed lips –

Terrarium

Terrarium short poem

We Live in a terrarium.. With our lives we scurry around like little ants. We run to the store. We run to the Dentist. We run to pick up the children. We run to our jobs. Every day pretty much

Finished

Finished short poem

If right hand is unfit for the mouse it can be the left. The mouse is made ready for this adjustment. Both right and left fingers play well on the keyboard and the mind over the screen. Thoughts can still

Bone Of The Soul

Bone Of The Soul short poem

earthy, dark, below ground. no crystals here no cave, no tight spaces we have a freedom I cannot see. it takes a child to show to me . talk of sea spray early years, and price of food these days

Rejoice Of The Nightmare

Rejoice Of  The Nightmare short poem

Every night I espy a dream a dream of my own puckered face , drunken lips , swollen heart and a stiff bow crossed head . I look at my own hair , falling as slow as a wink of

The Hiding Place

The Hiding Place short poem

Deep into the night, I can hear the hiding place calling. Its canopy soaring high into the clouds, And its green carpet spreads from horizon to horizon. It is where many mysteries hide. It allows a child’s imagination to create

Orchard On A Hill

Orchard On A Hill prose poem

Splashes of green lined up row after row. Limbs of green shooting skyward downward everywhere. Vibrant light shades of newness this time every year. Each displaying its own vibrant uniqueness. As the winds blow hot, green takes on a mature

Living

Living short poem

A white patch on the floor Reminded me of so many things. Sleepless days and nights, Musty, powdery sweat Filled in the room. My room. The silent phone, The slept laptop, Two mute fishes in the tank, Glowed in my

Failure

Failure short poem

Sound of footfalls was drawing near; the tiger has been set free. In the wild landscape you need some feverfew. Death was constantly stalking to trade off the dolls in lieu of sameness of the stones. The shifting sand drips