Poems about beans



Jelly beans

Dad left
For his second tour of duty
On my third birthday

Mom kept
A jar full of jelly beans
On the living room coffee table

Every night
She gave me one to eat, saying
"when these jelly beans
Are all eaten up,
Dad will come back home"

I would sneak another,
To help dad come home sooner

One night
The phone rang
And i watched mom
Wipe away a tear
As she filled
The jar

beans,  jelly.

Author: Ashley Browne
Date: 27/03/2020


Harmless Coffee Beans

I'm just going to sit here and pretend that I didn't just volunteer myself to the hospital.

I'd like to believe that I am going to have someone waiting for me when I get out because I know that I won't... besides my mom who, bless her heart, loves me, but I mean I want someone to cuddle me and
Tell me that they missed me.

Hold me in their arms and beg me never to leave again.

In all honesty, no one is going to care.

This is why I am a wreck, can't you see?

No one ever acts like they love me.

No one ever takes time to stop and care about me.

Touch my heart; fill every inch of my soul.

If I can't figure out how to fix myself then how is any other person suppose to?

I mean, I have never wanted to kill myself, not exactly, but lately I haven't been able to function properly.

I honestly have no idea what I'm living for and I am slowly withering away.

Please tell me that I am not the huge mistake that I believe myself to be.

Please tell me that whatever it is that is plaguing my mind isn't trying to kill me.

Please tell me that these tears aren't for nothing.

Tell me you love me.

Not because I told you to, but because you mean it.

Every inch of my mind spattered with feelings of remorse and worthlessness.

I have no reason to feel this way.

Why do I feel this way?

Give me a reason not to feel this way.

Fix me!

I can't handle this anymore.

Slowly but surely I am tearing at the seams.

My joints and my veins are tearing from my body, but if no one else can see them.

Does this make me crazy?

My demons haunt me like a cup of coffee that keeps me up all night.

I often times, say that I love coffee even though it makes my skin crawl.

Maybe I just enjoy the torture that comes with the sorrow soaked caffeine.

Constantly searching for something harmless enough to torture myself without killing my soul.

The severity of my situation may never be shown, but I just need you to know that it's there.

beans,  coffee,  harmless.

Author: ellis danzel
Date: 04/03/2020


ODE TO LIMA BEANS (revised) A Reader Participation Poem

A pleasant anticipation they give to your chafing taste buds
For that taste once sampled is forever craved

Their shapes beckon visually to
Keen designer minds

And their ancient blessings go back to 2000 B. C.
Much later, their nutrients American Indians praised

They give veggie hugs to those most in need
Of a psychological boost or a tooth's soft sink

When you sit down to dinner and before you gleams their pale green
A smile might open your mouth for the tasty taste of a... ...

beans,  lima,  ode,  participation,  poem,  reader.

Author: Ronald Jones
Date: 22/02/2020



I feel like a frowzy of a freak, I lounge upon a grizzled chair and only joust myself awake to
I jimmy I jam like a scantily clad scintillating ham always clamoring to find
I am a syringe of honey; I make love to destitute with campy glamour always leaving the foray smelling like


Author: Sarah Kunz
Date: 16/01/2020



Tuesday night and it's Baked Beans AGAIN! Does she ever stop talking.
I used to fool myself that her snore was musical like a sweet sounding flute,
Now it's just a snore. Too loud, all too familiar.
What would happen I wonder if I took that tin of Baked Beans on the table
And battered her to death with it.

They found the murder weapon in the cupboard on the top shelf,
Next to a quivering can of rice pudding.
It didn't look overly angry or guilty, it looked (for what it's worth)
Like any other tin of beans.
However it had blood and hair around the rim.

€BAKED BEANS KILL” the front page of The Sun would say,
Amnesty on all tinned goods called for, as the masses
Started taking ‘tin(g)s” into their own hands.
All over the country, partners dying at the hands of Heinz,
Or possibly cans of spam or pear slices.

The Army may catch on, a major new part of SAS training,
Close quarter baked bean tactics.
The wail of sirens as Police arrive at an incident
€Put down the weapon or we shall be forced to fire... tinned pineapple”.
A can of alphabetti spaghetti could spell death.

€Let's not have Baked Beans tonight my love... Chinese? ”

baked,  beans.

Author: Fred Wakefield
Date: 05/01/2020


Moth beans


From moth balls to moth beans
Bouncing off the wall
Shaking dust

She went crazy stare ing
Light bulbs
She was
Favorite moth

She planted
Moth beans


beans,  moth.

Author: branded glaciers GE
Date: 29/12/2019


Bake beans in my head

I have baked beans in
My head they want to be read
After letter zed

bake,  beans,  head.

Author: Haiku Donna
Date: 05/12/2019


Spilt beans.

I don't know how to come up with the right words.
"i think you're really cool, "
"we should hang out more. "
Sounds a little less than me,
But better than what i want to say.

I'm having trouble finding the right words to say,
"i like you. "

beans,  spilt.

Author: andi
Date: 21/11/2019