Pasta Poems

Pasta poems bring the best collection of short and long pasta poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great pasta rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these pasta poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on pasta are here for you.

Pasta Rap

Pasta Rap short poem

As I taste my pasta wrap I write a song which you can rap!! Wrapping up my tasty wrap Yummy tasty pasta wrap When I am hungry I love to eat It doubles up as a delicious treat Onions carrots

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Poems containing references to : Pasta

Tick Tock Song

Tick Tock Song long poem

The coffee shops spill over with uninspired espressos, The jukebox shudders over in ebbs and flows, The conversation is just a din that adds up and grows, The footfalls are stampeding all over the floors. There is a voice singing

The Lemon In The Egg Saucer

The Lemon In The Egg Saucer short poem

The small woman from the attic sits cross-legged with her pink plastic hair rollers for hours. Her life spins like the spool of thread on the sewing machine. She sleeps wearing a flowery morning gown in the room with a

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The Ballad Of The Loopy Hamster

The Ballad Of The Loopy Hamster long poem

“You’ll be safe, I promise”, reassured his mum. “But its not you who’ll end up sat on your bum!” A conversation they’d had most every week but it didn’t make his knees feel any less weak. “Now come along, Harry,

The Appointment

The Appointment long poem

Naked in shade, feet tough as alligators even to the steel-belted shreds flicking at weed-tips, the male body knows little peace: it is either a machine for cocking and throwing, heaving emblem of a beast or a tub of sourdough

Opening Night

Opening Night long poem

Tonight is the opening night Of my show in your podium And I play the protagonist! Characters are mean and clean I am the king of hearts from the deck of cards Move in the way of hearts or diamonds

The Wounded Angel

The Wounded Angel short poem

Flying through the clouds of an agitating sky she was landed on the shore of despair. Unknown of the tyrannous rapter the angel became wounded by his erroneous desire. Following the winds of fallacy she got lost among the devils.

The Greatest Show On Earth

The Greatest Show On Earth prose poem

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Greatest Show on Earth We’ve got Daredevils, acrobats and clowns dishing out the mirth” Somewhere speakers crackle to life and a record plays “Ra da da da da da da da da da” The

Nocturnal Snowing

Nocturnal Snowing long poem

«Let this fluffy snow fall upon our Dreams and make them shine!» Set free, Your breath smoothens unshaken skies; Your perception scratches unopened realities. Is it a diversion –maybe– for lost thoughts, For lost faces and sins? Looking the other

One step a day

One step a day short poem

So easy to look back So difficult to forget past Each time I look back I can’t help but shiver at the thought Of the fight that lies ahead To be normal once more…. I am tired of fighting it

Serendipity

Serendipity short poem

What a fortunate accident? Just the other night, I was thinking about what it was like falling in love with you. I remembered saying goodbye for a few hours seemed like eternity and counting every minute till we were together

God’s Birthday

God’s Birthday short poem

It was not mandatory. The penalty of hope. From a killing machine propane and fertilizer. It was a god’s day. Don’t want to contend against porous death. Words, I will not betray. —————————————— It was not mandatory. The penalty of

Transitory Love

Transitory Love short poem

Transitory Love I will kiss your bruises to give you solace I will love you but like a real sincere lover I will take you on just from place to place I assure you you will be under love cover

Take From Me

Take From Me short poem

All that I have nothing is for sale. I am not a tree, not the Earth, not a thing that understands itself. Every day – a miracle beginning and ending in darkness dependent on sub- miracle biomechanical eyelids. and eyes

Coming Home

Coming Home short poem

When I went away, You remained at home I’m sorry I left you all alone There was one guarantee That I always Knew that when I came home I came home to you You were my constant, my rock My

Fatigue Of Wasted Years

Fatigue Of Wasted Years short poem

The wheels find, the track on my body, why do I shiver & tremble? The night gives me the depth, a grim reminder of realism. The consortium of thorns, the splinters float in my eyes. The dignified seizure, takes hold

Alone

Alone short poem

Though the tiny drops are falling down , should please me with it’s soothing sound . Although the drops tough my face gently , But not with the feel of care or touch which was friendly . Breeze is at

White Face

White Face short poem

The first time I saw you I knew not who you were, your wonderful gentleness forever captured my heart. So I sat very quietly on my back deck and watched you dance, like a ballerina; all around my backyard. Your

Nature

Nature short poem

The enormous starlit sky was divided- As it was marred by a dark strip of cloud-figure, Suddenly,the heat of stars was receded- The cloud appeared like a wide unlit ribbon upon there. We felt a dark coolness with rushing up

My Divinity

My Divinity long poem

My violet pastel pencil came to a rest after sketching the outline of the natural pond fringed with bamboo, palms, and exotic tropical foliage reflected in the mirrored waters. Standing before the easel I couldn’t get my eyes off the

Work For The Day

Work For The Day short poem

Work for your day – Satisfaction is what you ultimately crave. Die each day, do you wish to celebrate THE day? Laugh off every sting that penetrates. Deep inside it recovers and sprouts the ache. Laugh at the moment, for

Emotional Revelation

Emotional Revelation short poem

The night for me was so cold I was acting being so bold shouldn’t have said so soon what I told now I feel my hands empty nothing to hold I revealed what was popping up inside nothing got added

I’m A Monster

Im A Monster short poem

Something went wrong Something changed Where’s the sweet song? I’ve become a monster of pain. I can’t even see myself I’m that affected My mind’s now as small as an elf’s My heart…ejected. You won’t understand what I went through

Bloom Again, Pretty Rose

Bloom Again, Pretty Rose long poem

The mindless monsters of darkness have bared their faces in naked daylight; With the poison of wasps in their bleeding lips, they have concealed their hate under the tattered skin of empty religion. These ravenous wolves have thumped through a

Life as an Old Man’s Déjà Vu

Life as an Old Man’s Déjà Vu short poem

It feels like in some place Else, I’ve been here – now, then And before! I seem to embrace A life of times I know not when; The fall of this evening’s sunset Ripens red recesses in the head; I

Blackwater

Blackwater short poem

A self-protecting game was going on. After the paternity test there was slow burning inside the moon. Earth heaved a big sigh. Blackwater was making a muddy sound. Embroidery was fading aftermoon. I open the window to uncover the chill.

Pain And Tears

Pain And Tears prose poem

Work on me,walk with me and find things I lost long ago Always in my heart,for you I will rinse my tears Toil on you,stand with you and find things you lost long ago Forever in your heart,for me you

Ungrateful Bean

Ungrateful Bean short poem

I have a friend named Bean Who is so mean, Unwashed and unclean. It has to be me To help him, not he, He sucks me like bee. His pain is my pain, In mine he sees no gain, But

Stability – Triangle

Stability   Triangle short poem

…..the studies go to marketplace….. STABILITY – TRIANGLE ……He …… he ……. and …She……. He …….. She …….His pride possession …… Was in her …..Prime….. His symbol …of Power …of Wealth….. She was …..Manifestation of His Time……. He saw in

The Return

The Return short poem

Caught up in chores dreary beset with tedium mundane In a state devoid of passion caught in all trivialities inane Sapped of most evident ardor whilst trying to just sustain Endeavors notwithstanding but balance couldn’t maintain Removed from indulgences I

Windows Painted Closed

Windows Painted Closed short poem

Her words spit out as I feign interest with a nod. Then silence, A forceful pause, Her stern gaze pries. Though I’ve learned to hate her way, My words come out wrong. “I will not go!” “I will not be

A World

A World prose poem

…like no other. Tiny blue speck in a void unfathomably large. Self aware beings truly not aware of much. Self impressed with no reason to be. Obsessed with sex and violence driving forces of existence. Compression point coming. Evolution of

The Antidote

The Antidote short poem

Hail the messiah of the downtrodden soldiers of the heart and mind, Grief, chaos, anger and their friends need some counselling. So the Superman arrives with tickling serpentine fingers and darty snooker eyeballs; The cavalry of shenanigans on his nosey,

The Sea Mist

The Sea Mist sonnet poems

Here we are, amidst the roaring chaos, Amidst the turmoil of a sanguine sea Where lightning strikes furiously across Encumbering clouds of serenity. The wind has torn your bones to white splinters And left your hearts to the mercy of

Love Sonnet 228

Love Sonnet 228 sonnet poems

Most flowery words are designed to gyp, Know that I shun such manner of discourse, My speech proceeds in truth without a slip, With words untainted, coming from the source; My love is as the sea that rides so high,

The Perfect Love

The Perfect Love short poem

What is the Perfect Love? Is it your love for someone? Or someone’s love for you? Can this Love ever be measured? Or is it only to be treasured? Who loves me the most? Is it my Daddy, my Mommy,

A Lonely Mother

A Lonely Mother ode

Dear Daughter, If I were the sunshine my golden rays would enfold you in my warmth, And fill your dawn with joy and happiness. If I were a flower, I would bloom in your garden, And fill your every breath

Against The Times

Against The Times short poem

Lipped-wet, Counterfeits. Fakes neither audible nor visible. The moment dies in our hands. It was a non- happening. Silence booms destroying the palace, of dreams. I should have become the scissors. This poem is not charitable gnawing at the underlip

Rails And Companionship

Rails And Companionship short poem

Made of similar stuff, same strength and length we span miles together with constant gauge distance the gap between is constant neither less nor more connections may come and go but our destination is same Aligned and fixed rigidly for

The Tippler

The Tippler short poem

Drowning in glass and aluminum Seduced by a sadistic lover A nickel for your thoughts And a penny for another Self worth turns to self pity As the shimmering facade is drained Expressions once so full of life Have become