Poems About Cheese

A poem about cheese.
An ode, if you will.
Or perhaps a very short story.
About cheese.

Yes, cheese.
Glorious cheese.
Yellow.
Orange.
White.
Creamy.

Sometimes sharp, sometimes mild.
Much like life.
But still, delicious, in spite of the sharpness.
And wonderful in mildness

Solid. As a grand snack should be.
Dependable. There for you. Always.

Oh, cheese, you’re my friend. How I love you. Your cheese-y goodness. Sometimes spreadable. On a cracker. On some bread.

Oh, how you spread.

You I will never dread.

Isn’t that cheesy?

Thank you Ellie for your cheesy contribution!

About Ellie: Ellie loves her family & friends, cats & yarn crafts, all things fun, & of course, cheese!

I like cheese

because it is good

Thanks so much to Lucy for sharing

My Valentine is there for me

My Valentine is better than sweet

Making each day easier to greet

My Valentine is cheese

Please don’t look at me
As I eat all of the cheese
Let me be alone

THIS IS A WHOLE MOOD

Take me to cheese
I’ll worship like a rat
At the shrine of your rind
I’ll tell you my order
You can sharpen your knife
Offer me that perfect wedge
O’ cheese, let me get a bit more
Take me to cheese

We are turophiles
Lovers of cheese hard and soft
Give us all the cheese

two roads diverge in a yellow wood
and I –
I took the one with cheese
and that has made all the difference

Please cheese… I love you.
Oh, never will there be enough
I will queue for more.

About Janis: I am a writer, columnist, author and a total foodie. A single Mom and a Nona, my greatest pleasure in life is family!

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Cheese melted
Cheese shredded
Cheese sliced

Cheese baked
Cheese squared
Cheese spliced

Yes please
To a cheese
Kind of life

I hate the way you’re always there
And the way you come in slices
I hate how you’re the perfect car snack
And I hate when you come with spices

I hate your big dumb deliciousness
I hate that you’re perfectly divine
I hate you so much it makes me hungry
And even makes me rhyme

I hate the way you taste so good
And then attack my insides
I hate it when you’re delightfully creamy
Spread on crackers – I could cry

I hate it when you’re not in the house
When I’ve searched it wall to wall
But mostly I hate that way I don’t hate you
Not even close, not even a little, not even at all