Write a poem that could be titled “In the Kitchen”.
What is the reason for the setting? What imagery might best be used?
The kitchen is clean,
Proper and neat.
The kitchen has tiles,
The kitchen holds knives,
Sharp, in a row.
The kitchen looks tidy,
The kitchen smells odd,
A hint of decay.
The kitchen is decorated,
Bones fresh from today.
The kitchen has a past,
The kitchen has secrets,
An untold story.
The kitchen is deadly,
You’d better watch out.
Set foot in...
Pots and pans, washing hands,
Water running in the sink.
Plates and cups, the fridge opens up.
Someone pours themselves a drink.
Bacon and eggs, a little dog begs.
We know what he’s been wishin’.
Freshly baked bread, strawberry spread.
Grandma’s cooking in the kitchen....
You open the fridge and not much you will see.
A daunting emptiness of cold.
A half gallon of milk sits alone,
And a container of soup filled with mold.
You search through cabinets with hope.
Wanting no more than a crumb,
But all you find is dust and webs.
The hunger is making you numb.
You search through your pockets,
Praying for coins to fall.
Maybe a small sandwich you can buy,
But no coins, ...
In the kitchen, I craft love in my hands
I simmer storylines of flavors and spices
The character of the food develops in my pots and pans, and always ends on your tastebuds.
The journey of sustenance is one I will always follow with a fire in my eyes
Though I know the ending like I know what follows a breath.
That may be written in stone, but the way that a person lights up when they take thei...
Cooking in the kitchen is fun,
Although sometimes it can be glum.
Different foods can be full of danger,
But it’s worth it for the flavour.
Things like carrots are always a pain to peel,
And the myth that they help you see in the dark isn’t real.
Onions are something you can do anything with every fry,
But they don’t half make you cry.
All kitchens have a work top where you can prepare,
In the kitchen
A glinting urge
Catches my eye
This strange creature
I’d never noticed
Crossing my brain
Was this normality?
First time I’d questioned
An unordinary want
For a drug
A drug that numbs
A drug that takes it away
A cold, simple pain
That blocks hot anger out
Aching from deprivation
So drawing my tools
I feed myself
a recipe like no other before it
ingredients of the highest caliber
dash in a bit of salt and pepper
allow to marinate to perfection
stir in the fingers one at a time
add in a few toes to your taste
the muscles soon will be tender
neighbors tastes best served hot...
Sweat from the brow
Oil from the eggs
A sizzle of a sausage
A curse in your head
The tapping of impatient fingers rings through the café
As every part of your body screams “go away!”
A checking of a watch as the oven sings it’s done
You plate up, give their food, but they don’t look impressed
You did everything right
It’s them who are to blame
But the customer is always right
And in the ...
Walk into the kitchen and start pouring drinks
You sit on the kitchen counter and all I can do is look at you while I stand on the other end
If I could have you here like that all the time
with that expression on your face all the time I would
Set down my glass
I step forward
So there isn’t much room between us
Stare into those ocean blue eyes
Think about o...
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