#bread poems on Hello Poetry

Timothy Ward Oct 2016

fear not radicals
as we break bread together
we hunger as one

It is difficult to spill the blood of someone you have shared a meal

#breaking #bread

Jaanam Jaswani Aug 2016

you know her clandestinely -
your hands seize her cracks and crinkles
as if she was yours to form, yours to grip

you dust her with your powdered purity;
it is the same ivory colour you wear across your back.
your hands caress her the way she desires

she flows
she inhales
she rises

and she's yours to keep warm.

i was talking about dough

#love #food #lovepoem #*** #bread #dough #baking

Illya Oz Jul 2016

Bread for Birds

Often the ones who hate themselves the most,
Are the very same people who are the most loving.
They give out their love like giving bread to birds,
They throw it all away and forget to keep any for themselves.
That is why it is up to us to give them some of our bread,
no matter how stale,
To those amazing people who have nothing left to eat.

This poem is written for my best friend who is always their for me when I need her

#love #hate #birds #bread #selflessness #amazingpeople

Roger Turner - Poet May 2012

When Life Was Delivered

Remember when life was delivered

from milk right on down to your meat

There'd be people out delivering groceries

At least two on every side street

If you neglected to pick up an item

Just phone up and talk to the store

A delivery boy would soon bring it

You don't get this service no more

Each house had a door for deliveries

Your milk, cheese and eggs would all fit

If you call up today and said "tab it"

The person you're phoning would ****

Ice was delivered in wagons

Horses pulled them around every town

But, today ony fast food is delivered

And delivery horses aren't found

Every morning when you'd get your paper

It was delivered as well by a kid

You could smell the fresh bread in the morning

with the glass bottles of milk with gold lids

Remember when life was delivered

It was all a much simpler time

Back when customer service was special

No it's gone and that's just a crime

#past #remember #nostalgia #old #delivery #milk #bread #delivered #fifties #groceries

Moon tears Feb 2016

Bread – Everything I Own

You sheltered me from harm.
Kept me warm, kept me warm.
You gave my life to me.
Set me free, set me free.
The finest years I ever knew,
Were all the years I had with you.

And I would give anything I own.
I'd give up my life, my heart, my home.
I would give everything I own,
Just to have you back again.

You taught me how to laugh.
What a time, what a time.
You never said too much,
But still you showed the way
And I knew from watching you.

Nobody else could ever know,
The part of me that can't let go.

And I would give anything I own,
I'd give up my life, my heart, my home.
I would give everything I own,
Just to have you back again.

Is there someone you know,
Your loving them so,
But taking them all for granted?
You may lose them one day.
Someone takes them away,
And they don't hear the words you long to say.

I would give anything I own,
I'd give up my life, my heart, my home.
I would give everything I own,
Just to have you back again;
Just to touch you once again.

we need old songs back

#love #bread #bestsongever

mk Feb 2016

just a matter of perspective

you may think you are as insignificant as
the first slice of bread
but to me, you are as desirable as
the first slice of *pizza

im starving at 5:47am

#food #pizza #hungry #bread

Phoenix Jan 2016

NYPC #16

Bread and butter
Bones and blood
Air and water
Life.

EERRGGGHHH I AM SO TERRIBAD AT POETRY *** I GIVE UP FOR LIKE 20 MINUTES.Write a poem no longer than 5 lines about bread -- every day bread, holiday bread, the best bread, the worst bread, communion bread, Wonder bread, lefse, pita, metaphorical bread, etc, etc. But no longer than 5 lines!

#poem #life #yep #bread #terribad #nypc

Joseph J Breunig 3rd Dec 2015

Poem: Broken Bread and Whine

O my Lord, help me move beyond
this downward expression of:
confused, constant complaining;
where’s the reflection of Love?

Is my simple Christianity like:
Stale bread with a harden crust?
Is my sad, suffering condition
a spiritually dry, wheat rust?

Lord, let me be broken for You,
so Your bright Light in me shines;
in service, let me be poured out
like sweet, sacramental wine.

The dryness of my worn Faith
has become worthless rubble.
No one wants “bread of affliction”
as a prompt for past troubles.

The bitterness of sour grapes
is never a healthy sign;
help get me off this crash diet-
of this broken bread and whine.

Lord, let me be broken for You,
so Your bright Light in me shines;
in service, let me be poured out
like sweet, sacramental wine.

Will people stop offering
me their cheeses for my whine?
Please break the endless cycle of
this spiritual decline.

Stop people from offering
me their cheeses for my whine.
Please break the endless cycle now,
before I run out of time.
.
.
.
Author notes

Inspired by:
Matt 5:16, 26:26-27; Rom 14:7

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.

#poetry #broken #faith #and #christian #breunig #whine #bread

Callum Ray Foster Nov 2015

Break bread

It's important you know,
not to break bread with everyone.
Some are made of sour dough,
and some live just to make it.

#friends #life #friendship #people #awareness #money #value #morals #open #bread