If you were going to write a poem about lunch?

Question

What aspects would you choose to focus on? Would you make it rhyme? I'm just brainstorming ideas for a poetry contest. So far, I think I want to describe songbirds or wild birds eating.

Answer 1

Here is a start.

Lunch Lady Lunch Lady make me some lunch bring on the crunch. The veggies and meat what a treat. Make me some cake before the break. Lunch Lady Lunch Lady lunchtime is over gotta run for some sun.

Answer 2

Mhhm...
I would chose to focus on lunch in the cafeteria in a specific school.
I wouldn't put an "I" in the whole poem, it would be more of an observation from a bird's eyeview.
I would give the lunch-lady a strange name, i would describe her appearance, describe the yucky food that she gives out with her big proud smile.
The food would be a mix of all kind of ingredients, i would compare it to many other things, not very flattering things, i must say. I would put weird colours, and give it an odd texture.
The poem would be some kind of elogy to the lunch-lady...
And like, even though she serves disgusting food, at the end of the poem, we admit that no matter what, we love her, because... well... she's the lunch lady. (no rhymes)

Or maybe lunch at a family table? (no rhymes)
Or lunch on a date, with the woman who doesn't dare eat a bite in front of the man, and the man who's so nervous, he can't enjoy his food (rhymes or no rhymes)
Or a baby's first real lunch, you would describe how he's eating, how it feels to him, how he chews or looks like as he tastes the pleasure of real food for the first time. (rhymes, so it will sound like a nursery song)

Just some ideas. Good luck!

Answer 3

I wouldn't get to caught up in the rhyming, because it often leads to less creativity and emotion. "Lunch" is a pretty broad subject, so I suppose you could write about birds, or you could write about how lunch is an escape from the structure that designates how we must operate - only because that's what lunch is to me. Just make it personal.

My efforts are something like this:

long before lunch the cold air and stacked papers cloud my mind; only the warmth of my son's smile and wife's embrace push me through the mess. Moments, such as lunch at home with my family, are what give life meaning. Meaning is internally derived from purpose.

Good luck!

Answer 4

I would definitely make it rhyme if I could... it would probably focus on the sensory experience of lunch, how it tastes, how it smells, what it sounds like when it is cooking, etc.

Answer 5

For lunch today, know what I had?
I'll bet you think 'twas something bad;
Well, since my wife was far away,
I had to fix my own today.

A coffee freak, I ground some beans,
Found in the fridge, some nectarines,
A little bit of 'nana bread,
And here I am! I'm still not dead!

Answer 6

i think to just write a short story about the birds and from that start writing the poem.
A poem dosn't need to rhyme but it does need to flow (as in the rythym.

hope this helps

Answer 7

the feeling that a feel now I never can explain the way puke tastes when im standing in the rain

Answer 8

Lunch is good.
Lunch is fine.
Keep your hands off.
That lunch is mine.