Love Poems About Pickles or Pickles Love Poems
by Daniel Cwiak |
Categories: food, funny, imagination

What a Dilly

Oh, how I do love pickles

   Especially those long, slim icicles

   Whether Dill or Sweet Gherkin
   
   From its jar I am jerkin'

   Because as it goes down ~ it Tickles!

by Susan Viscione |
Categories: food

Fickle Pickle

If you love eating pickles,

cause on your tongue they tickle,

eat a large kosher dill,

oh green juice, don't you spill,

for down your chin it trickles.

by Marilyn Williams |
Categories: allegory, fun, heartbreak, imagery, love, mythology, wisdom,

What Happen To Nickles

I once knew a man named Nickles who road on a bike with a Sickle He did it so nice, that he did it twice. Now, he's in a barrel of pickles.


by Deb Wilson |
Categories: food, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend

He's In a Pickle

I gave my love a sour pickle
His eyeballs then started to trickle
Puckered up was his mouth
And his tongue had gone south
To see him so gave me a tickle!






**for Pickles &Tickles  limerick contest
sponsored by (Destroyer ((Poet

by Marty Owens |
Categories: food, nature

Pallet Delight Packed In Vinegar

Wrote this because my wife and I both love dill pickles and eat one before bedtime most 
every night.

Haiku:

Cucumber on vine,
Pack them, process them, spice them
Birth of a pickle.

Here's another version that I like also.  Second line was suggested to me by Tim Ryerson so 
thank you Tim:

Cucumber on vine,
Plucked and peeled, sliced up and dilled...
Birth of a pickle.

Free Verse: 

Cucumber patiently growing on vine
Plucked, processed with Mother Nature's abundant spices.
Viola, birth of a dill pickle, Heaven!

by Yasemin Balandi |
Categories: art, for him, i love you, life, love, marriage, math,

The Spring of Our Love

The Spring of Our Love

Rhythmic beats of our hearts
Together we skip the arithmetic class
Holding hands, synchronised nimble steps
Childish grins on our faces, bright are eyes
This was the spring of our love.
Our path jeweled by rhododendrons
Smooth were our lives, pickles were for lunch
Not for life.
Then life began. Real life as we know it today.
Arithmetic was no longer the only complexity
Making a living with arithmetic was
The complexity.
Still we are happy. We are happy still.

by Ann Foster |
Categories: addiction, crazy, garden, happiness, holiday, humor, perspective,

Green Fruit

Green Fruit

In the jar, 
the cucumbers are pickling. 
Grandma put them there, 
days ago. 

Slowly... 
They are getting more tart, 
more smart, 
and will fart, 
before the end. 

What? 

I love pickles, 
they make me smile. 
They make my taste buds go pop. 
I love the really vicious ones, 
that leave you touching your tongue
to the roof of your mouth, 
for at least ten minutes too. 
Those are the hot ones. 
Grandpa calls them, "fire in a jar". 

Fancy fruits put away
for another day, 
barely make it through today... 
if I am around. 
Just saying.
 
Pickles.

by Leon Enriquez |
Categories: change,

Crazy Loony

Prime private plan
Muse makes mad man


Lines loiter late
Dance dizzy date


Fuzzy free form
Nature nudes norm


Ply pretty pace
Finesse funds face


Cool creates craft
Deed dangles draft


Ask ample acts
Foible frees fact


Love language loud
Poise pickles proud


Limpid looks laze
Charm clever craze


Mix mellow minds
Free frozen finds


Soul sighing sleep
Kindle kind keep


Rich rapture rhymes
Treat troubled times




Leon Enriquez
01 May 2015
Singapore

by Verlecia Fields |
Categories: food

Tuna Creamed Burger

No Cook: "Tuna Creamed burger" 11-17-09

2 cups Coleslaw = (classic): Dole raw, is kosher.
5 oz  Tuna        = in water or oil : Western Family
2 slices  Bread  = whole wheat
1/2 cup _  : Canola mayonnaise: add more if needed.
1/2 cup _  : Sour cream: add more if needed. 
Colby jack _  : add more if needed.
1/2 tbsp _ : Mustard (course ground)
Parmesan _ : add as much you like
Garlic powder _ : 2 pinches
Basil leaves _ : 2 sprinkles (crushed)

Hamburger pickles & Onions on side.

not the best cook 
but i never make it the same.
have fun and share it with someone you love
or someone you want to love

by Terry Flood |
Categories: funny love,

Pulling Pickles

[Written with ‘Pickle Party’ contest in mind but missed the deadline.] [A pickle (USA) = A Gherkin (UK)] ——— Mr Gherkin from Great Britain Met Miss Pickle, USA A cross Atlantic soirée That was going A Okay He looked her up and down and said, “So how are you today?” She looked at him and said, “Terrific, now you’ve come my way.” He said, “I love your nice green skin.” She said, “I like yours too, alas you smell of vinegar, a little like I do.” He asked if they could meet again She told him, “On your bike.” She said, “I don’t think we would work, we’re just too much alike.”

by Paula Goldsmith |
Categories: food, giggle, love, together, uplifting, water, woman,

Blue Cheese and Old Pickles

Have you heard the story,
in all of it's fun and glory.
It is about a young girl named Lori,
she went with a boy named John Dory.
She went running to the lavatory,
was this going to become inflammatory?
Eating blue cheese and old pickles each day,
sitting by the bay.
Her boyfriend John Dory just wanted to play,
she kept saying no way.
Now on her birthday,
she is getting a baby not a blue jay.

by Ilene Bauer |
Categories: food, granddaughter, grandson,

Feeding the Grands

Yogurt smoothies, Cocoa Puffs,
Mac & cheese and chicken;
Mushrooms, couscous, turkey (sliced)
And lots of snacks for pickin’.

Cheetos, corn chips, Goldfish,
Peaches, olives and a plum;
Watermelon, cantaloupe
And still, there’s more to come…

Swiss cheese, pickles, Kit Kats
And some mini ice-cream cones;
Yummy corn still on the cob,
Organic milk for bones.

Sautéed broccoli and oh,
Some lemon poppy muffins,
All to fill the bellies
Crying out for constant stuffins’.

A weekend with the grandkids
Is exhausting but so sweet
Just as long as we supply the food
They really love to eat.

by Anisha Dutta |
Categories: food,

Blue Cheese and Old Pickles

     I do love blue cheese,
     It's tasty and delicious,
      but don't take at ease.
      Really I'm health conscious.
      But off and on I relish.

      I'm fond of pickles 
       but as I am health conscious,
       I won't take old ones.
        I cannot take any risk,
        surely decide to avoid.

by Jagdish Bajantri |
Categories: boat, miss you,

Mad of Desire

Mad desire 

Cool child Water put 
In a bottle hot cocoa 
Powder put in a glass 
Fish bone stuck in a 
Mouth burn paper leave 
A smoke trust boat sail 
In a pond oil put on a hair 
Fingers taste like ginger 
Pickles mix with spoon  You
Are sleeping now like a yoga 
I am thinking like a Kid hunger for push
 Bush of trees in a drak  
Hello to my heart is calling for 
Mad desire to sleep  wake me up when 
my desire gets out of control by the word 
of mad of desire 

With love all 
Jagdish bajantri

by John Anderson |
Categories: food,

Blue Cheese 'n Pickles

Something old, something blue,
Aged not old, a odd pairing, 
which unfits the mold.
Taste acquiring, 
pungent smell, 
putrid looks, 
uninspiring.
It is the dare that begs one to love it.
One good sense of five ain't too bad,
When you hold your nose, 
close your eyes
and taste it, 
breathlessly,
senselessly,
there's the rub.

by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: food,

My Breakfasts Vary

Some days I have a Wheaties breakfast 
With strawberries and milk; I love the way it turns pink.
Other days I am in a hot warm cupcake sort of mood.
I warm one up in the microwave and add frosting.
I once ate cold pepperoni pizza for breakfast; that was interesting.
I have also had corn pancakes with syrup,
peanut butter and banana pancakes.
I have eaten bacon, ham, and beef for breakfast.
Some days I have a ham salad sandwich for breakfast
with sweet bread and butter pickles.
More later.
I am going to have one of those right now…..