Love Poems About Supper or Supper Love Poems
by Kim Merryman |
Categories: celebration, god, jesus, religious,

Holy Week

waving palm branches
people shout hosanna -
Christ the King has come

the Passover feast
preparation of the lamb -
Jesus' last supper

a time of prayer
Father, not my will but yours -
betrayed by a kiss

angry fists are raised
crucify! crucify him! -
hatred replaces love

Christ nailed to a cross
the Holy One rejected -
perfect sacrifice

the empty grave mocks
God's only son conquered death -
Jesus is alive!

For Brian Strand's All Yours (March 31) contest

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

Grandma's Arms

I remember long ago when I was just a child
Climbing into Grandma’s arms and the way she smiled
She’d hold me close and rock me, kiss me on my head
When I’d fall asleep she’d gently put me in my bed

There was a coal stove in the kitchen used for cooking and for heat
When Grandpa picked blueberries, she’d bake us a special treat
For the little things in life, we would thank the Lord above
We had more than what we needed, we were enriched by love

While Grandma was doing wash, I would be playing on the floor
Sometimes we’d take a walk down to the grocery store
After supper she’d be tired and sit down in the rocking chair
I’d climb into Grandma’s arms. I was always happy there.

by Laura Leiser |
Categories: christian, heaven,

The Supper

The future, like the wind, I cannot see
yet God has said my days He has ordained
my final breath remains a mystery
through veil of death, a life anew proclaimed.

Caught up into the heavens, I will go
before the throne of God, there I will stand
saved by the blood of Jesus, this I know
I'll join the marriage Supper of the Lamb.

A kingly table, beauty to behold
and people gathered, every tribe and tongue
in perfect fellowship, within His fold
with Jesus, the Good Shepherd, in His love.

For at that Supper we'll forget our strife
we'll feast and celebrate eternal life.

Written on 9/14/2016

by Brian Strand |
Categories: faith, food, places

Last Supper


Elements of roasted lamb
Cups of wine ,nouveau
Sweet tasting spice nut paste
Eaten,without haste
and digested with 
commands of
love !

by Buhagiar Victor |
Categories: clothes, old,

Olden Times

Old worn clothes, same old love, in solitude. Time to go home for family supper. Those days were joyful. never forgotten. Time passes on, same true love, New car, Clothes.

by Leon Wilson |
Categories: faith, hope, love

The Last Supper (Footle)

Bread wine

by Ken Duddle |
Categories: eve, love, mythology, satire,

The Original Sin

As Adam and Eve walked through the garden Their love grew and grew They gathered berries for their supper And leaves for a brew. Later as they lay naked under the stars Adam kissed Eve and gently stroked her thighs They heard a sound, turned in fright And saw a vision before their eyes. 'Stop, sin no more or go to Hell' Spake the fanged head But then it spoke no more As with a stone Adam hit it till dead. Adam turned to Eve with a smile 'We still have much to learn and see But what I'd really like to know Is what was in that tea?

by Danielle Wise Baxter |
Categories: husband, joy, kiss, love, marriage,

Lovin From the Oven

Those kisses from behind
when I cooking supper
make me feel so wonderful

It is like being a newly wed
you taste wonderful 
mixed with sauteed vegetables

Like you love a dab of onion behind my ear
those little bites you feed me
and then I share could make the blind see

And although I have kissed those lips a million times
it is not enough for me
I pray to be doing this with long white hair
on into our destiny

I just feel like being silly. I am going through the most wonderful 
time with my husband of 26 years. He has become Romeo and 
I have become putty in his hands. So be looking for cliched lovey dovey junk. hehehe

by Shahnaz Islam |
Categories: celebration, life, love, Lullaby, magic, people, poetry,

Lullaby of Life

Lullaby of life 

Quilt of ardours and lee sides 
Bed of Foxtail Orchids
Melody of a song 
You made me a cosy nest to rest 
Before I fall slumber 

The forenoon
I open my eyes
It was just a dream
How the monsters awaiting
For my flesh
Their victual on the platter for supper 

'a little sac of pixie dust
i wish i would have 
sprinkle all over and be it
a fairyland of nod of my own'

by Sean Rackley |
Categories: food, metaphor,


I love the way it looks,
     Glistening and steaming on the stove
The way it smells,
     Giving color to aroma
To taste it?
     Oh! Gift from above!

Chocolate, cherry, apple, lime
Love 'em all—if only time

If I see a slice,
I'll want to smell it
When I get the scent,
I'll most assuredly want a bite
And if I taste,

     I'll spoil my supper

It would be best for me to keep my nose in a book
And never ever enter the kitchen for a look

by Rebecca Treacy |
Categories: friendship, lost love, sadme,

If You Love Someone...You Should Set Them Free!

Pastures greener 
are calling your name,
but I cant seem to set you free.

The last supper, the last song still holds no support for me.
I need you to be here, selfishly, always.
Holding my hand, helping me find myself when I lose my way.

I now have to let you go.
Release you from my grasp or I will lose you forever, I know.
But just hold me one last time for one last moment

and I shall travel with you in your dreams now.

by Vickie Hurtt - Thayer |
Categories: child, granddaughter, grandfather, grandmother, grandparents, growth,

No One Can Take Memories


















~Vickie Thayer~Poetry To Ponder~

by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: lost love,

New Year's Eve

It is the new year's eve again
And I am all alone.
My one connection to the world
My silent telephone.
There was a time in my long life
When he was by my side.
I looked forward to New Year's Eve
And supper by fireside.
After dining we'd sit by the fire
And plan our happy life.
He was my faithful husband and
I was his loving wife.

Lovers can't always see ahead.
Sweet plans can go awry.
Our plans did not include the thought
That one of us could die.
Tonight my thoughts go back to then
As I sit all alone
And wish that Heaven could be reached
By my old telephone.

by Damon De Ryckere |
Categories: desire, feelings, first love, heartbroken, imagery, lost love, love,

On a Sunny Day

On a Sunny Day

Why is it that beauty
is so hard to attain
We try to reach for it,
grab it with our polished nails
Until they break off
Because we were to stubborn to admit

To admit is to realize
To realize is to be awake
To be awake is ought to be
Ought to be not deceived

Gautama on his side
entering the eternal light

I am asleep
Because I can reach for beauty
But it vanishes in Fall
		Resurrects in Spring
Flourishes in Summer
And is gone by winter

As a little bird on the window sill
I tend to stand still
Looking inside the room
Eating my sweet potato pie in the afternoon
Supper is there, brown is her hair

by Brian Strand |
Categories: christian, food,

The Last Supper

re-post inspired by Cindi contest

Elements of roasted lamb
Cups of wine ,nouveau
Sweet tasting spice nut paste
Eaten,without haste
and digested with 
commands of
love !

by Chocho Diva |
Categories: love, mother daughter, relationship,

Unconditional Love

In the warmth of a massive cozy bed, I lie
Enjoying the freshness of a washed sheet
Lost in a make believe world
Lovely enough, I can’t wake

But while in the deep of my fantasies 
I am suddenly awakened by my little one’s silent echo!!!

Her turns and sucks, 
Her little hand-full tummy, rumbling
Yet again, wet diaper.

Oh no!!! Why now? 
Sleep never felt so lovely
But I just can’t ignore this growl
Am I not her supper-mom? 

Sleep-walking; I grab some warm milk and fresh diaper
For who came from me, same flesh and blood!!!

by L'Nass Shango |
Categories: faith, religion

Song For the Lord's Supper

The cup of blessing now I take
I break the sacred bread
And no more again shall he make
Calvary's journey dread
Or sleep in a tomb for me
He opened that tomb for me

The hug of righteousness I feel
An outcast no more I
I wear love's sovereign seal
And joy for rags of sigh
His holy blood cleanses me
His broken body frees me

The cup of blessing now I take
I break the sacred bread
My soul a dove in praise awake
And in his footsteps tread
Sing glory to my redeemer
My God, my king, my savior

Sing glory to my redeemer
Love clothed him in his pain
For my sins you God did suffer
And grace flowed from your vein
I take the cup, drink by faith
And your coming soon await,

by Stephen Pennell |
Categories: fun, romance,

She,S a Champion At Hide and Seek

Give me someone to cuddle and someone to snuggle
Someone  that's no struggle to  love and adore.
Someone that makes me chuckle, a true bundle of joy
My very own Helen of troy, she's the fairest of all
Give me a crackling wood fire,  a candle light supper.
who's flames  are  reflected in her eyes
someone I can be eternally lost in her smile
for whom I would cheerfully die in her arms.
It's just a shame she's the hide and seek champ of the world .

by Janetta Harrington |
Categories: lifeold, halloween, old,


whimsical lass in a calico dress
holding hat on head
of a bob-cut tress

looking for one daisy in
a autum wheat field
.....and finding instead
an old wagon wheel

tom-boy/lady in between
hayrides and romance....
just looking for fun
she is a halloween queen

lovely lady in a long white dress
with slender white fingers
delicately holding a orchid

she looks at her love 
with his strong lean face

fine old woman
in a blue cashmere......
holding her dreams
against the tick of the

stooped old granny
watching for him
lighting a kerosine
lamp .....
keeps supper warm 
on his t.v. platter.


by Richard Karr |
Categories: love,

Brother Mine

Brother mine, remember when
We were just two country boys
Inseparable we were back then
Cowboys, Indians, and wooden toys

Racing a foot down to the barn
Some silly prize for he who won
Chores we did there on the farm
Supper when day was done

The many things we did as one
Regardless what the endeavor 
Our love has lived as it begun
And it will be forever

by Julie Heckman |
Categories: work,


Up from deep sheaths of time
Working hands uphold the light
Picking through the fruits of lime
Finish in the cool dark night
Now with no alarming fight.

Sunrise works me in the cold
In fields of green trees bawling
I Flutter though these planted folds
Feeling daylight calling
To death dear fruits are falling.

In the morning mist I work 
Almost till I break my back
Shale of earth and much mirth
To enrich the soil my only act
Now we all will know no lack.

Moon beguiles and evening falls
Yawning with the days demand
Supper and my love does call
Fortune now in my hands
Favoring my wills command.


by Louis Borgo |
Categories: art, love,

Go Down Moses

I had a song on my heart for a while I could not described the feel the emotion
Of a tone take from favorable to last supper what it mean of such love
Humanity don of time next saw the 
Don of century seeing to reading I 
Understanding the meaning of music
But this song on my heart it means the 
World to hear it once again how does it go once more.

by Beata Agustin |
Categories: appreciation, blessing, childhood, christian, family, god, memory,

Childhood Gems

Sunday home bonding festive midst fellowship bliss dining as one team over Dad and Mom’s menu from luncheon to supper time… Missing such moments we still huddle together though sometimes virtual… siblings bound by parents’ love thanking God* for childhood gems.
*Psalm 69:30 I will praise the name of God with a song, and will magnify him with thanksgiving. August 14, 2022 1st place, "Childhood Nostalgia" Tanka Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by JCB Brul; judged on 8/31/2022.

by John Freeman |
Categories: devotionchristian, christian, love,

"heart's Ultimate Sentiment"

Heart essence perfect
One copy of Agape
Love’s own DNA


a·ga·pe [aa g? pay] 
1. 	nonsexual love: love that is wholly selfless and spiritual 
2. 	christianity Christian love: selfless love felt by Christians for their fellow human 
3. 	christianity Christian communal meal: a communal meal held by a Christian 
community, especially in early Christian times, in commemoration of the Last Supper 
[Mid-17th century. < Greek agape "brotherly love"]

by Diane Christian |
Categories: faithlife,

The Last Supper

He provided fine food to eat and wine to drink on his last night

so with God we can reunite

he prepared a feast

so in heaven with him we can meet

he laid down his life to free us from sin

so eternal life can begin

believe it in your heart and know that it is true

that Jesus always will love you.