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Hannah Reber May 2016
Crisp is in the mountains,
Not kin with the sea,
Empty roads,
Not filled with busy bees,
Blank land forever reaching,
Not buildings forever creeping,
Wind is our sound,
Not sirens that can always be found,
Farm land is our job,
Not something you can rob,
Our sweat and our blood go into the dirt
Not by force, but by our work,
You see a potato, we see home,
Not some random dinner which you can let go,
I know you think the apple is great,
But it has a lot on it's plate,
And I'm sure it doesn't care for you,
As much as this warm potato stew,
Which was grown here in Idaho,
just for me and you...
Potato + Idaho Country
Matthew Randell May 2015
Potatoes, potatoes! They grow in the ground,

When you dig them up they're muddy, brown and round,

Potatoes, potatoes! Delicious mashed,

But they don't taste so good if they've been bashed,

Potatoes, potatoes! Steamy in their jacket,

Potatoes, potatoes! Fresh in their packet,

Potatoes, potatoes! Can be made into chips,

Potatoes, potatoes! Are best when they're crisps!
A poem about my favourite tuber the potato. I wrote this near the begining of Junior school.
As I trudge through this
mashed potato snow. I feel
that it needs more salt.
haiku
Philip Finch Oct 2014
POTATOES are so livid,
and i think
if your belly had eyes like your face
  you would be half as insightful
as three words crawl over your skin
        while you sleep
        while you think
        while you push buttons and feed
  your ears with POTATOES.

for we are God, and you

  you are not.
24 Sept 2004
Jessa May Sep 2014
I like my potatoes
Any way they are cooked
Hashbrowns or French fries
Plain boiled and salted
Mash potatoes
Potato salad
With golden butter on top
Spicy wedges or chips
I'd even eat it without dip
Too much isn't good
But I give in to pleasure
The possibilities to have potatoes
Are just an endless measure
Ok didn't review this, just a one shot poem
A leather chair
It's comfy
And the headrest actually fits!
The woman
A nurse of some sort
Explains **** near everything
"This does blaahhh
And that does bluhhhhh
And this other thing does
Blegghhhhh"
Thanks.
Let's just get it over with
Then in comes the dentist
Well
He's an oral surgeon
He tells me his name
And hooks up an IV
And in goes the anesthesia

                    BLACKNESS

A comfy chair
I must be coming to
But in the office?
Then I hear the cat
Ohhhhhh
I'm home
Ok
Cool.
What do you mean?
All I can eat is ice cream?
And mashed potatoes?
Ughh... I wish I was back asleep.
Got my wisdom teeth pulled out today. So that's fun

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