Love Poems About Breakfast or Breakfast Love Poems
by Johnette Loefgren |
Categories: happiness, life, love, nostalgia, people, me, me, morning,

If You Are the Ocean...

If you are the ocean, then I am the mist
which kisses the morning the way children kissed
their mother at breakfast to start a new day
If you are the ocean, then anchors aweigh
We'll sail through the evening and on to the light
The daystar is dawning, we'll keep to the right
like Peter and Wendy to Neverlands' door
we'll sail on forever and touch every shore
If you are the ocean, come wash me away
to some misty morning and there we will play
on beaches you've loved all your lovely life long
If you are the ocean, then sing me a song
of sailors and treasures and I'll have to say
If you are the ocean, come wash me away...

by John Watt |
Categories: art, love,

Que Seurat, Seurat

Like a Seurat painting
I view my life up close
and see a million tiny colored dots:
       eating breakfast
       driving to work
       writing a poem
       watching television
       playing a game
       singing a song
       going to the park on a Sunday afternoon

You view these dots 
from the proper distance,
blend them together 
with kind, generous eyes
and you see art


(an ekphrasis poem after the pointillism painting "A Sunday Afternoon 
on the Island of La Grande Jatte", by Georges Seurat, 1886)

by Winged Warrior |
Categories: journey, love, romance,

Will You Let Me In

Whispers at dawn I awaken near your yawn Will you let me into your heart? Dreams of passion I need your compassion This will be our sensuous start Falling in love all we need is a shove Will you let me into your arms? Breakfast for two your love I will chew I’m drowning in your lucky charms Side by side our love will preside Will you let me into your essence? Through forever always together Within warming skies of iridescence In circles of infinity we are divinity Will you let me into your soul? Through timeless space I will embrace Our love sailing in a black hole. Aug.16.2017 Let Me Into Your Heart Sponsored by: Julie Rodeheaver


by Vince Suzadail Jr. |
Categories: funnylove, me,

Redneck Love Song

I love the way you turn me on
When we sit on our sofa on the lawn

Your breakfast is the greatest dear
Scrambled eggs and a case of beer

I listen to each breath you take
Your snoring always keeps me awake

Remember walking up the hill
To get some moonshine from the still

A romantic dinner would be so fine
Two Big Macs and a glass of shine

You scratch your butt and wash my clothes
You watch TV and pick your nose

I'll love you forever to tell the truth
And when you smile, I love your tooth.

by Faye Gibson |
Categories: grandchild, grandmother, happiness, happy,

Grandma Happy

Footsteps on stairs,
little feet pounding, running,
child faces peeking round the kitchen door,
expectancy alive, dancing in their eyes.
They know that love is always here
waiting just for them.     

Each one thinks he is favorite;
in his or her own way, it is true.
Each is the most special
not for anything they say or do,
just for being.   

We have our rituals -
breakfast French toast and bacon,
back rubs and funny faces,    
movie nights,
ice cream after church,
backyard camp outs,
lots of love, laughter.   

Happy takes me by surprise
each time I look
in my grandchild’s eyes.

© September 11, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson

by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: beauty,

Spring Easter Haiku

the chickadee tweets I eat my breakfast without an egg wings flutter upon melting icicles first glimpse of Spring Grandma's garden a missing rose lay on her stone Incense wafts amongst the silent crowd a sneeze out loud longing another Spring blooms without you
Happy Easter to you and yours with love -Charma

by Cona Adams |
Categories: character, hope, identity, inspiration, life, mother, mother daughter,

I Want Not To Fade Away

My one burning wish -
I want not to fade away
like rotten lace, dumped
onto a trash heap and forgotten.

I want to leave myself behind, 
for those who come after
to inhale during breakfast.

Not money, like my mother,
who judged it to be the only thing
of worth she had to leave behind,
as though her love meant nothing,
as though her virtue didn't count.

A nonpareil pattern of motherhood,
of personhood for that matter,
written in permanent script,
propagated in layers of goodness,
flung onto her progeny
with the glue of infinity. 

As long as I live, so will she.
I want that, 
when it's my turn to go.

by Pandita Sietesantos |
Categories: sexy, woman,

In Her High Heels - She Walks

In her High Heels - She Walks 

On golden sunbeams she gracefully strides, 
elegant in her little black dress; like Audrey Hepburn,
she a star sparkling in sexy, black shiny stilettoes.
Stepping high on heels and high on love, she smiles  
anticipating breakfast fit for a goddess…at Tiffany’s.


06-03-2018

Contest:     She Walks
Sponsor:     Julia Ward
Placement:  1st

by Teddy Kimathi |
Categories: funny, funny love, green, humor, humorous, imagery, relationship,

Theory of Greenness

"What do we have for breakfast?"
"Lettuce and cabbage juice!" she
replies excitedly.
She had forced him to change
his blue pajamas to green
pajamas, then he returns
to bed -
the bed had to have green sheets,
green bed cover, and a green
pillow.
"Why do you do this to me?!" he asks.
"I was born in St. Patrick's Day!!!"
she replies.
He can't wait for a green light
to escape a world where
everything he hates is green.
He's afraid he's lost her love in the greenness....

by Gary Dye |
Categories: analogy,

The Breakfast Club

Dr. Zhivago, 12 angry men  Valdez is coming Clear and Present danger Scent of a woman Armageddon Medicine Man

Top Gun the ninth gate Dangerous minds, Milk money wings of the dove
Cider house rules and shangi noon

The shadow  {knows} Bugsy the firm dangerous dogs Jack
Men of honor Quills WATERBOY
the way we were Dead Poets Society bird on a Wire 50 first dates
Never been kissed

gone with the wind Cactus flower Serpico The little mermaid
good will hunting  unstrung heros

The Labarinth Wizard of Oz Miracle on 34 th street
Scrooge

Beguiled the good the bad and the ugly High plains drifter
Love Story, 2001 a space Odyssey  16 candles
Pretty in Pink Star wars   The Robe...

by Arturo Michael |
Categories: care, love, sweet,

The Great Hug

Everybody needs

A little love and care

A friendly hello, how are you dear

A little smile 

Can go for millions of miles

To make rainbows out of stormy skies


You don't have to be 

Extravagant 

A little courtesy is sufficient

But what I have to say I can't hold back

I really mean it 

And that's a fact


I want to hug you, in  the  morning

Before it's breakfast time

I believe my arms were made for hugging you

And yours were meant for mine


I want to hug you, in  the  afternoon

A sunny evening delight

I want to snuggle really close when stars are out

And hug you under moonlight

by Jan Allison |
Categories: children, fun, snow,

Snowfall

Twirling flakes float down blanketing the ground they give the earth a covering of white, flakes fall silently, they don’t make a sound this winter wonderland brings such delight. Young children awake and rouse from their beds and they open their curtains with great glee, a quick breakfast, then they dust down their sleds and say ‘Mum we’ll return home to eat tea’! They pull on snow boots and warm winter clothes and they slide down the glistening white hills, warm clothing protects small fingers and toes which are toasty; they don’t feel bitter chills! I love to see children go out to play Perhaps they wish it would snow ev’ry day! 9/18/19

by Jessica Alvero |
Categories: appreciation, beautiful, cheer up, cute love, happiness, happy,

Alive, Again

This day is quite strange--
I woke up with a perfect smile
I played a different playlist
Not the usual emo songs, at least. 
I said hello to the robin in her nest home
While I opened the curtains in my room
And let the bright sunlight in. 
I sang loudly in the shower, 
Then dusted my face with a bright pink powder. 
My coffee tasted like sweet chocolate, 
To my surprise, a full breakfast was what I ate.
I passed by strangers and smiled at them
I greeted everyone "good morning"--
This day is quite strange--
I never felt any single regret or pain
Suddenly, I fell in love with being alive again.

by Julie Achilles |
Categories: creation, god, hope, religion, wind,

Have Faith

Tomorrow the earth will still move around the sun-
a sun that will glimpse through thick clouds
leaves will fall from trees and winds may blow
snow will cover mountain tops yet,
I will rise and eat breakfast and shop
some worry that the end is nigh
to everything there is a beginning and an end
creation, Adam and Eve, the apocalypse
Tomorrow, people will fall in love, and out of love
crimes will be committed and sins absolved
some worry that God is punishing us with a virus
He that forgives? He who loves?
we are his creation- created out of love
live each moment- for we are in His hands
I do not hear the approach of the apocalypse
because I have faith, I have hope.

by B. Andrew Kelly |
Categories: break up, heartbreak, heartbroken, lost love, missing you, morning, sad love,

My New Old Mourning Routine

There are tears mixed 
into the pancake batter
sun is still obfuscated 
by the window shades
without sunshine, I still 
wind up a morning person
Tobacco clings to me, 
where your scent would be
sewn with many memories 
into the mesh of myself
a premature family crest, 
stained and worn

The new day shows 
only one outcome remains
the eggs are runny, 
my nose sniffles into an arid oasis
no sunny side seems 
to show up these days
I wake up to an empty pillow, 
your space hollow through
but I still cannot but help myself 
from making breakfast for two.

by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade,

Where Is Grandma

We decided to be elegant
Have breakfast outside on the veranda
A gorgeous Florida day

Where is mom?
Our mother asked.
No one knew.

What is a toaster doing on the table?
Daddy asked.
No one knew.

Where is grandma? I asked.
Maybe she overslept, Mom said.
Dad said, “As if we could be that lucky!”

Grandma had kind of invited herself.
She is a big nut and keeps us happy.
We three kids love it that she came.

“Hey! What’s this?” My six-year-old brother asked.
A sign that said, “push me!”
He pushed the down lever.

Grandma came popping out of the toaster
Once again delighting us kids
And mortifying our parents.

Best trick ever!

by Bobby May |
Categories: love,

Painting the Picture of True Love

Doing the laundry
Picking up your children’s toys
Cooking breakfast, lunch and dinner
Mowing the lawn
Going to work each day and providing for your family
Making sure your wife’s car is safe for her to dive
Kissing each other before either one leaves
Holding hands
Arguing and making up
Worrying about each other

Last:
Caring for each other until death

by Toquyen Harrell |
Categories: faith,

Welcome Each Day

Breakfast so soon
Love
Lord

by Hannah Stockwell |
Categories: food,

Ode To Ice Cream

You, Ice Cream, are delicious.
I could eat you every day.
I could eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
I’ll eat you for dessert, too.
I’ll eat you Winter and Summer, Fall and Spring.
Because, you, Ice Cream, are the best.

You can be chocolate, vanilla or more, 
I love all of your flavors,
all except peanut butter.
You can be chocolatey and rich
or simple vanilla. 
You are cold, sweet and delicious,
thick or thin, but always scrumptious.

by Michael Wise |
Categories: food, funny, humorous,

Ode To a Bagel With Cream Cheese

O delicacy born of
some cow's milk and dough
when toasted for breakfast
how I love you so

Whether topped with onions
or sesame seeds
or nothing at all
you fill all my needs

With texture from Heaven
the crunch and the cream
Mere toast cannot rival
this flavorful dream

Compared to your shapely
and sensuous curves
I'd never look twice
at a tray of hors d'oeuvres

You've stolen my heart
by now you must know
O bagel with cream cheese
how I love you so


© Mike Wise
6-5-23

by Begüm Erden |
Categories: funny, love, proposal,

Wedding Proposal of a Spoon

The knives and plate were always between us
With your sister, you were hanging out
With those two handsome knives
At all breakfast, lunch and dinner times
But when you were in the dishwasher
The playboy knife cheated on you
On the dessert plates
Tons of times
Please don’t let him to deceive you
I am the one who will always love you

by Cona Adams |
Categories: appreciation, husband,

Banana Bread For Breakfast

He mows the lawn,
	doesn't every man?
He mops the kitchen,
	a gift of great value.
He shells pecans,
	saves the pith for me.

He roasts peanuts;
	we love peanuts!
He plants blackberries,
	brings them in a bucket.
He builds bird houses,
	cooks his own suet cakes.

He picks wildflowers,
	shows me where they grow.
He makes up our bed,
	most every day.
He bakes banana bread,
	serves it warm, with coffee.

You will notice, I sometimes
	wear a Cheshire grin.

by Linda Witt-King |
Categories: love, romanceme,

If?

If I call you 'my dear',
do I presume too soon
that you are mine?

If to me you draw near
and you cause me to swoon...
Breakfast at nine?

If it seems very clear
we are meant to be one, 
all should be fine?

If there's reason to fear
it will not be much fun,
should we decline?

If it's just for the sheer
joy, pure - surpassed by none,
our love will shine.






Note on form: Five Dimeter Tercet Stanzas, 6-6-4 Syllables and A-B-C Rhyming Patterns

by Joseph Sergi |
Categories: fishing, funny, humorous,

A Fishing Trip

I love fishing in the deep blue sea,
but that fishing sure cost a lot to me.
First you have to gas up the car,
sometimes you have to go far.
Of course you have to stop for breakfast for two,
it cost $34.50 what can you do.
Then we need to rent a boat,
I hope this one really floats.
And then you need bait and such,
boy it really cost too much.
Finally we are out in the bay,
we fish in the sun all day.
We return home burned, broken and well done,
I guess we even had some fun.
However no fish were caught this day,
so pizza for dinner, it's OK.

JSergi

by Hgarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: anniversary, child, life, wife,

Four Hours of Eternity - 4

What's YOUR name Little Angel? 
My name Jo nan Nomi. 
Jo-Anne Naomi, That is a beautiful name. 
Tankyou. MaMa this is DaDa right. 
Yes Jo this is YOUR Daddy. 
Are you staying here with us Daddy. 
 Daddy will be with us just for today, but he will be back FOREVER, soon

After breakfast: OK Jo get ready for pre-school
"Nubbies", she grew up over breakfast
And she will come home as a Junior High Schooler. You only have a short time with us
You will see 44 years in the next couple of Hours. Now follow me to the bedroom.

                                  To be Continued

To POETRYSOUP : I LOVE YOU ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Liege...HG