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We Want Your Food Haiku!

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The Olympics may be over (and the Summer Food Fights, too) but that somehow our competitive urges still haven't ebbed away. That's why we're announcing the Feed52 Haiku Contest.

With a deadline of this Thursday, August 16 at midnight, we want to see your best food-related haiku, posted in the comments below. (The winner will receive nothing less than eternal glory -- sadly, no Le Creuset.)

For those of you who need a refresher -- here is a haiku written by yours truly, as inspired by the above photo:

Who hasn't spent time
brushing their cutting board of
cauliflower bits?

Here's another:

Chopping onions: root
on one end, hairy on the
other, tears inside.

It's simple: haiku do not rhyme, they don't concern themselves with traditional narrative, and they follow a three-line structure of 5, then 7, then 5 syllables. They can be quietly funny, or just suddenly beautiful, and they're short enough that you could certainly write one on your lunch break.

Happily, you have a wide variety of subject matter: food in any form is fair game. And there's no limit on poems you can submit! Give us your best shot.

Start counting those syllables -- may the best haiku win!

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Tags: feed52, contests, poems, haiku, vegetables, fruit, poetry, writing, nozlee samadzadeh

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over 2 years ago LaineyStarr

the juiciness flows
it slowly drips down my chin
i love pineapples

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over 2 years ago LaineyStarr

I season to taste
Bring to him on a big plate
Sit back as he smiles

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over 2 years ago LaineyStarr

Taking a big bite
Melting just like cotton candy
Oh wait, it is that

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over 2 years ago EmilyC

Confronting my son,
A pile of thin, salty ham.
He grins: prosciutto!

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over 2 years ago DirectHeat

Into the wine, you!

Tough, fatty, stubborn, cheap roast.

Braised, tender goodness.

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over 2 years ago DirectHeat

Watermelon seeds
Spit from a sticky red smile
Mighty black missiles

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over 2 years ago DirectHeat

Water, hops and malt --
Throw open the abbey window;
Hark, fermentation!

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over 2 years ago MissGinsu

True love, the ripe peach,
Wraps the cool nights of summer
In a fuzzy coat

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over 2 years ago em-i-lis

Emily is a trusted source on General Cooking.

I am so tired, but
dinner calls, make me now and
savor, nourish, love.

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over 2 years ago fiveandspice

Emily is a trusted source on Scandinavian Cuisine.

The only way to
learn to cook is by messing
up a lot of meals.

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over 2 years ago Loves Food Loves to Eat

Mixer, whisk….or jar?
A labor of love that makes
stiff whipped cream mountains.

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over 2 years ago Loves Food Loves to Eat

Amanda’s Kids’ lunch:
Inspiring little meals.
Please pack me one, too.

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over 2 years ago Loves Food Loves to Eat

He slices, he rolls.
Tuna, uni…geoduck?
Shiro: sushi god.

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over 2 years ago Eliz.

Light fills stone vaults at
Midnight as tendrils rise green
Behind garden walls.

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over 2 years ago Eliz.

Charlotte, tears fell when
You died; grown up, I wrap melon
In prosciutto.

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over 2 years ago Katey501

A food of the gods
Figs, luscious, sensual, sweet
My now obsession

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over 2 years ago HobbsHouse

Hard times and work slow
As she put on the table, bread
It was the silver lining

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over 2 years ago Eliz.

Mosquito draws blood
For her eggs as I stand be-
Fore the stove, scrambling.

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over 2 years ago Eliz.

Partially hydro-
Genated fat, high fructose
Corn syrup miss you.

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over 2 years ago vrunka

Despised by many
Belov'd by a select few
Anchovy, you're mine.