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stopdoopy Nov 2018
Getting soaked to the bone

Until some kind people stopped

And offered me an umbrella

A hot shower
A warm meal
A cozy fire

And a new home

Don't come knocking on my door
When you've seen I've found better

Because the rain has stopped

And all I have left to give

Is a scorching heat to burn you with
For this Thanksgiving I wanted a poem that was happy but I decided to post this one instead and i chose it because maybe it by itself isn't happy but the stuff behind it is. Dedicated to my friends who've helped me, and honestly are just there in my day to day life, you guys feel like my family and I love you all.
Marthin Sep 2018
Magising ka sa ganda ng umaga ba
Pero babe, mas maganda ka parin,
Tara kain gud tayo, kainin ko yang
ngabil mo at inumin ko katas mo,

At kung gutom ka rin, pwede mo man
kainin tung pandesal ko,
kung gusto mo samahan mo na rin
konti ng bear brand ko,

Labas tayo mamaya, ang kinis ng ulap
pero mas kinis man kamay mo babe oy,
Gusto ko tikman talaga ba
yung mala marshmallow mo gung kutis,

Pero, hintay muna tayo ha
hindi paman gud lunch,
Pag alas dose na ay pwede na kita kainin
ay este pwede na tayo kumain,

Ano gusto mo kainin?
Yung mga egg meal o yung akin?
San rin tayo magkain?
Sa lamesa or sa bed natin?

Mahirap man mag pili babe oy
Gusto ko sa sala pero bad man gud ba,
Di man gud yan tinuro nila mama
Dapat man daw na kainin kita sa lamesa,

Baka gusto mo dessert?
Busog ka na ba babe?
Baka pwede na tanggalin yang skirt?
Naka feel pa kasi ako ng crave,

Kain tayo ng pina sosyal-sosyal sa dinner
Yung may pa wine-wine tayo,
Yan lang gud kailangan natin
Basta bukas ha ikaw naman ang cleaner.
Davao-Tagalog poem.
It's a bit sensual
Kewayne Wadley Jun 2018
Loving her was like a good meal.
An unexpected moment in the universe when everything goes right.
Whether the chef changes the recipe.
Or I just so happened to catch the place on a slow day.
An otherwise busy, fast paced world.
Everything from the complimentary water, to the appetizer.
The main course.
This was how good to be in love with her felt.
There was no such thing as placing another order.
Substituting one item for another.
Without need for a menu.
I wanted all that she had to offer.
This was a meal that couldn't be recreated.
Everything presented perfect on the plate.
The seasonal greens and meat overlapping what's thought to be imperfect.
We often take for granted the simple things.
Occasional efforts that what we need most can easily be found at request.
This isn't always the case.
We authentically lose anticipation doing so.
Creating different realities of ourselves. 
Rather than learning to accept. 
Soaked in juices, the aroma seeping through the air.
She sizzled, cracked, and popped.
This experience that approached.
This was eating at it's finest.
Preparing knife and fork.
Loving her without wasting a single crumb, morsel, or drop.
This was me biting into something that I've never before experienced.
Giving each other what we've both desired.
The fulfillment of one another.
Exploring portion after portion of this delicious rendezvous
Salmabanu Hatim May 2018
I am in love!
The feeling is fantastic.
After being with my love
I can forgive anybody.
For a taste of my love,
I find life delicious,
I am the most sincere lover.
My love and humour keeps me alive,
I am tough,
I am strong,
I am *******,
But, when it comes to my love I am a whimper.
In my love's presence stress does not exit,
I breathe slowly,
I exhale slowly,
I take a deep breath,
To take in all the exotic flavours,
I enter into it with abandon.
Food, scrumptious  food,
My love, my heart,my soul,
My ultimate  happiness.
After a good meal,
I am as complete as after making beautiful love.
I'm here
in a
bell and
weather does
tell how
stellar ink
now well
ring in
a jar
where once
a snake
on the
loose whistle
her for
supper that
surely invert
the gridiron
sadgirl Oct 2017
you had two
other girls
who weren't me

and when you kissed
me i could taste them,
like stale beer,

pickled herring,
dry ramen
clogging my pores

and forcing out an
empty
*i love you
Katelyn Billat Oct 2017
It's been five days
Since I've had a proper meal.
I won't eat. 
Those three words don't mean 
I won't eat at all,
Only enough so I don't die. 
I eat a bowl of fruit and a sandwich everyday. 
Lots of beverages! 
Don't forget!
I've learned to like the feeling of my empty stomach. 
I am now conscious of the feeling of my bones. 
It's been five days since I have had a proper meal. 
Weird how in so little time I'm already feeling thin. 
I don't look different I know, but I feel different. 
I know it's not healthy but maybe one more day. 
One more day and you might like me. 
One more day and you might like me the way you like her. 
The tall thin one. 
I won't eat
Because you didn't know how much it killed me when you looked at her the way I looked at you. 
Maybe next time you see me you'll ask, "how did you do it? What happened?"
 And I will simply reply,
I won't eat.
This was written a few months ago, it's irrelevant now, at least for me.
Vale Luna May 2017
To you
I'm just a midnight snack
Dressed up with perfume
For you to chew on when you get bored at night

But I can promise you
That when you see me in this dress
You'll be down on your knees
Begging
For this full course meal.
RLG Mar 2017
At dinner for two
I chose a tasting menu.

Chatter was pleasant,
Until the sous-vide pheasant.

Conversation digressed:
My faults were expressed.

I did not forsee,
A deconstructed m
                                 e.
Sarah Michelle Jul 2016
He is nothing but
a fly waiting for you to
set out his cold meal
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