Adult “W.O.M.” Poems

Each month this blog will feature a word of the month to stimulate a poem. Anyone who wishes to share a poem is invited to participate. The point is to enjoy the challenge of writing a poem inspired by a single word. It doesn’t matter if this is your first poem or five hundredth. It’s all done for the fun and exercise of writing.

Cutoff for posting the current Word of the Month poem is the last day of the month.

On the first day of each month, a new word will be posted to challenge your imagination for that month.

Please post your poems on this page, so everyone can find the poems easily. 

Thank you and have fun!


PS: The word for March is GARLIC.

41 comments on “Adult “W.O.M.” Poems

  1. Dear Garlic,

    I love the smell of you cooking –
    Sautéing on the stove.
    On chicken or steak, grilled or baked–
    A virtual treasure trove!

    Yes, Garlic you are the elixir of life,
    unless you’re like me… a vampire.
    One small dose and POOF! I’m toast…
    an undead ball of fire.


  2. Garlic

    We can eat it together
    As an aphrodisiac.
    It’s heart-healthy fare,
    Can prevent a heart attack.
    Keeps vampires away
    And mosquitoes off your back.
    But mostly it’s delicious.
    Sure beats eating a Big Mac.

  3. a bit of a groaner this time, I’m afraid:

    The Soup de Grâce
    Dracula traveled around the world
    Enjoying its cuisine,
    Blood pancakes for breakfast,
    Blood sausage for lunch,
    Blood everything in between.

    Until one night he stopped at an inn
    And ordered a beer and blood soup.
    The soup contained garlic
    The garlic, a curse–
    Count Dracula flew the coop!

    • Well done, Jane! Too bad this world traveler did not inquire about the preparation of the soup, or maybe the restaurant was all out, or perhaps the waiter simply misunderstood– serving tomato soup instead. After all-they’re both red. It happens all the time. I hope Count Drac learned his lesson.
      Forgive my silliness, Jane. Your poem is rich in possibilities. Thank you.

  4. This month’s poem was a welcomed challenge. While working in an elementary school setting, March was a time for all things Irish. In language arts classes, throughout all grade levels, young poets worked on their own limericks. So it seemed appropriate to choose as my poetic format, none other than, a limerick. I offer up this verse as part of my own way to the celebrate St. Patrick’s Day.

    Garlic Flavored Limerick

    Garlic harvested from my garden,
    A pungent flavor you’ll pardon;
    It’s benefits makes news,
    But, still some fear its use,
    Jailing up vampires by wardens.
    ~~Beverly Ann McCall~~March 2017

    MARCH 2017

    Smells Like Garlic
    By Janet Kay Gallagher

    That boy smells like garlic
    He must be Italian.
    It comes right out of his pores.
    Ya, he’s Italian alright.

    What’s his name, is he new in school?
    He sure is cute.
    He’s coming over here.
    What shall I say?

    He said, ” Hi, when I passed you by
    You smelled like garlic are you Italian?”

  6. This poem is based on a true story back when I went to college. And that, my friends, was a l-o-n-g time ago! ;0)


    Larry was a looker
    Italian, maybe Greek
    Larry modeled clothing
    His look was très très chic

    I sat next to Larry
    We heard professors speak
    Early in the morning
    Three days of each week

    If Larry had a cold or flu
    If he was in a pique
    Larry chewed on garlic
    Mon Dieu! Did Larry reek!!!

    Karen Eastlund
    March 2017

  7. There seems to be a theme developing here!

    I’ve heard that garlic’s good for you;
    It helps to ward off colds and flu,
    Helps the heart and keeps control
    Of levels of cholesterol
    So, to search for immortality,
    I’ve devised the perfect recipe
    For starters
    Cream of garlic soup,
    With a slice or two of garlic bread,
    On which, generously spread,
    Some garlic butter.
    Follow this
    With garlic mushrooms
    (Chicken or prawns will do, of course)
    But be liberal with the garlic sauce.
    Then add some more.
    For pudding
    From this I say you should abstain.
    There really is no need for that.
    Sweet things only make you fat.
    Just finish off with garlic tea

    (Also, an extra clove or two each day
    Is said to keep vampires at bay)

    So, eating this at every meal,
    You’ll be surprised how well you feel.
    But though longevity is nice,
    These extra years come at a price.
    You’ll live alone until your death.
    The consequence of garlic breath.
    © Bryn Strudwick

  8. The First Cut
    By Linda Boyden ©2017

    When the oil crackled in
    the cast iron skillet, Nana
    passed me a clove of garlic.
    “Peel then chop, ma chère,
    tout suite, quick-quick!”

    I picked up the paring knife,
    the thing forbidden until now.
    Licked my lips.
    How heavy it felt!
    Questions popped in my head
    like the oil in the pan:
    Would I cut off my finger?
    Would the clove slip to the floor?
    Would I totally ruin dinner?

    I glanced at Nana,
    still stirring the onions,
    her cheeks pinked by the heat,
    humming to the radio,
    not watching me,
    giving me time,
    trusting me
    not to fail.

    • What a lovely picture, Linda. My abiding memory of my grandmother doesn’t involve garlic but a very different aroma. I remember sitting next to her in church inhaling the smell of mothballs from her fur coat.

  9. Linda: I love this trust between grandma and grandchild. Yes! And the knife does feel so heavy at first. Cooking with the younger generations is very fulfilling. Lovely poem.

  10. Who knew the smell emitting
    Was garlic Miss Manners permitting?
    No one could form a wording
    For fear it would bring foreboding.
    The only telltale sign separating
    Our odorous offender last standing
    Apart from others to avoid the fretting.

  11. B R A I D E D

    G randma gazes, content,
    A t her harvest of braids―
    R osebud clusters hanging
    L ike gardens of wonder
    I n the heart of her home―
    C loves of fresh pungence.

    © Cory Corrado

  12. Garlic Advice
    © Mary Nida Smith

    Wild garlic yard
    scares evil spirits.
    Folkfore spins
    a garlic necklace,
    wards off blood suckers
    and ghost that haunts
    and witches gathering
    on Halloween Eve.
    Trick or treaters beware
    carry pockets of garlic
    for walks in the dark.

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