"I can’t find the words I want to say! “
Under the moonbeam and sparkling scattered stardust,
I can feel the dew, which surpasses through the night.
As I speak to you in tongue, this stale flavor becomes overdone.
A taste of what is behind them luscious ludicrous lips.
I finally ask!
“Do you not feel what I feel?
Can you not feel my heart hesitating and holding hectically?
Addressed with attach anticipation on your side!
It is my hesitation, to answer with, “Please?”
The dwelling night disappears, underneath my deepen darken days,
In which makes every day, another night to come.
The wondering and whining worsens a little more.
I ache for seconds more, than my mind begins to mend.
The mornings keep approaching fast, the silences breaks!
Shattered scattered splattered words, finally released.
You start to nurture up around your notable noble nearsighted eyes.
For I have starved, just about all I can take.
Master of this crying slave…
“Your perception burns, the prescription, of persuasive deception.”
Your inacceptable improper intention cannot heal me now!
Leaving an awkward awareness feel, which lingers to the lustiness’, lost inside of me.
With a wallow with a swallow, soaping and spiting the sight of you.
Meanwhile your thoughts focus on the painful pulsating pleasure.
You will unleash on me…
For leaving all the crummy crumbling crumbs under our silver satin sheets.
I will be smacking and snaking surrendering and yielding, yearning at your will.
Please Master Can I have another, Cracker in bed~~ ?
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012
Fantastic friends fry fresh fish friday for fun
Copyright © Harley Green | Year Posted 2011
Five funny fairies, Fond of fairy-cakes
Flying far from fairyland, Foraging for food
Five fairies feasted, on flowers full of fat
Freesia, Fuchsia, Fairy-fluff, frosted with fig fudge
Five fat Fairies, full of fairy food
Floating back to fairyland, flying far from fast
Contest : Alliteration Poems Please
Copyright © Nick Bagnall | Year Posted 2011
Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2013
Silly Sally scoffed six succulent spicy sausages
Six succulent spicy sausages silly Sally scoffed
Silly Sally succumbed to sickness!
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
Fond of Food
By Franklin Price
Fond of foods that flood the mouth
With salivation sweet
Candy's dandy for dentists too
When we have some sweets to eat
Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2016
A Vibrant Night
When the city is
Lit with lights and literature
Locals and visitors
Ambiances and silhouettes
Dances with the wet backdrop
And the foreground
Maybe a new York playground
The smell of the sound of savory sausage
Sizzling on the nights grill
Salivating tongues and painters pallets
Dancing trees an autumn light breeze
Brushes by as the train underneath
Zooms pass passengers asleep
It's so unique
The smell that permeates
Pizzarias and eateries
It's so late....but that's okay
Let the night be our theater
Now who's that musical man over there
Playing his sultry song all night long
He sounds like Carnegie hall
Her dress is fighting the wind
His necktie is flagging the taxi
She's tipsy, he's dancing like Fred Astaire
Keeping her balanced,
Smells the mocha in her hair
Their equilibrium meets with the stare of each other
Falling into each other embracing humming that man's song smiling...
Copyright © Anton Brockenbrough | Year Posted 2016
Creamy, Crispy, Criminally, Craved, Crimson Cravings
Copyright © Aaron Fletcher | Year Posted 2016
'Tis a twisted, tawdry tale I tell
about traumatized turkeys in trouble!
Two tense tribes of turkeys are in a tizzy !!!
'Tis no time to be timid, the time is ticking !!
Tongue-tied and tense, too terrified to talk!
their tail-feathers are twisted, it's torment they've got!
Taunts and threats are taking a toll
Tormented by a tip from a tacky, tattle-tale tipster
They are tagged to be treats and tidbits, tempting tasters
as tasty trophies, topping Thanksgiving tables!
Terrified turkeys are terribly traumatized
Trembling in terror....tired, and too tuckered out!
Teary Old Tom is taking tranquilizers,
Tipping tequila....and teaspoons of tonic
Trudy, is trying to tame her terrible trepidation !
She's heard tawdry, tasteless, taboo tales of extermination!
The tribe tiptoes timidly, tearfully trembling
Tongue-tied, trying not to tempt tyrannical terrorists..
Taking tactics, retracing turkey tracks, treading on ice,
teetering on the threshold of time
Targets for termination ???!
This travesty is titanic, terrible, and too intolerably tragic !!
^ ^ ^
O - > >
Tongue Twister Line: "TAWDRY TALEs OF TWO TERRIFIED TURKEY TRIBES"
For Contest Sponsored by Mystic Rose
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016
basks on the bright blaze
blobs blow up,
burning beautifically on coal beds
The bark below bothers me
as I lay back taking the bite:
the branch bears the burden
of my tired bones
*Just a note, this is basically a joke written to try and figure out a genre, not really a serious poem*
Copyright © Grace Williams | Year Posted 2011
Bunches of baby bananas
beloved bitty bites.
Copyright © Sheila Kathryn Barrera | Year Posted 2008
Soul-mates Sara and Steve share
Times of titillation, while tasting
Sweet scarlet shaded smiles.
Their reaching fingers find fruit,
As aroma arouses their appetite.
They’re helpless against a hearty hunger,
Yet, yearning is part of the yielding.
Planted for pleasurable picking,
The stem, still pliant secures temptation.
Softly, Sara squeezes juicy secretion
While sensations slowly spiral.
Steve licks lightly at the edge of her lips,
Sampling and savoring freckled spots.
Then, he drops downward to devour
What was offered to him without restraint.
The mouthwatering morsels make him eager,
But, patiently he puts Sara’s preferences first.
This is the way it should be, taking their time,
Lingering; as two lovebirds share lunch
Of strawberries, sweet and succulent.
Contest; "LUSCIOUS LOVE LINGERS" ALLITERATION CONTEST
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Copyright © Virginia Mitchell | Year Posted 2010
The taste of passion drips down a paintbrush,
Stroke after stroke with emotion in each drop.
A story told without words,
Is one to be ravished.
Can you feel it?
The change of heart within each pigment.
Fighting between love and hate,
Deciphering the symbols against a stigma.
Do not question creativity.
Question what makes you creative,
Then chase it.
Copyright © Evan Mattingly | Year Posted 2017
A pleasurable, pleasing, pure pudding is being prepared
Covered and caked in cookie crumble
A really rampant, ridiculous but robust routine
Jammed jovially into a jumble
Copyright © Alexander Seal | Year Posted 2015
resembling plump lips,
when no other fantasy could ever excite us more;
creating a lover's luscious desire
anytime you stare at them with a tempting eye...
taste their sweetness and sigh!
growing in sunny fields to delight everyone;
pick many and enjoy them with appetite,
don't forget to fill up your basket
for your noon snacks and strawberry cake...
taste their sweetness and sigh!
dreamed by lovers for their red, attracting color
to invigorate their passion at a later hour;
O sweetheart, kissing you is like tasting them!
Shouldn't I enjoy this feast without haste...
taste their sweetness and sigh?
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010
Love, like a pomegranate can be bitter sweet.
Its tang lingers long after laughter swells.
The soul puckers pleasantly with each bite.
A luscious love, precious and unique, thrives.
Life’s enchantment surrounds sweet-tart living,
Likened to the whitest pulp around twirls of tasty arils.
The future surrounds a delicious serving of dreams.
Where seeds of friendship are consumed in sweetness.
The pomegranate willfully waits, wanting to be devoured.
Wildly proclaiming ecstasy since the butterflies’ first visit.
Fabulous fantasies frolic from first inklings to forever.
Reality rushes its rivers of waters roaring through rapture.
And springs forth this rare exotic fruit, ripe, raw and savored.
Budding beautiful love, which sings songs and satisfies longings.
Lively and luscious, unconsumed love triumphs over lust.
Spiritual passions simmer in life’s sizzling heat.
Tasting, like believing in enchantment, brightens beginnings.
Waiting awakening, flavors life like spicy pomegranate seeds.
Delightful daydreams dance upon the redness of love’s peel.
And reality races to anticipation’s castle in the sky… imaginings ravishing.
Faith hopes that happiness hovers where respect and honors hold.
Perfection placed where enchantment becomes reality and fears forget.
Love’s season is savored more deeply and sincerely as lovers learn.
That beneath the hard peelings in life, sweetness grows, everlastingly.
© August 22, 2010
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
Peaches plumb perfection
Put peeled pickled and pleasing
Fruit fresh for freezing
Icecream in innocent
Hands has hundreds of hugs
Love light and lasting
Eternal ecstasy everlasting
Taste tongue to tummy totally tantalizing!
Smell the scent, senses soaring
Fragrantly frolicking face to face
Final fun frozen forever
Luscious love lingers!
**For Linda-Marie's contest note * tough subject for me Peaches are my favorite fruit
and I just did the best I could with it.
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010
Twoday is terrific Tuesday at TROUBLES DOUBLES DINER.
EVERY TUESDAY guests can have a $2 bargain price if they
Order before 2p.m.
2 times Totally terrific.
IS that suspicious?
I said to the waitress TWINIQUE
I'd like to order a meal.
A CHEESE OMELETTE AND 2 CRAB CAKES.
MAKE IT A DOUBLE if it's not to much trouble.
On second thought let me have an eggnog
I'D LIKE one meal two eat here and the
Second meal to take out.
That's Two orders of the same dish.
Did I FAULTER?
I'M TWO TIRED. I Heard the food here
Is twice as good as all the other joints.
Twinique turned to leave and I told her
"Make it quick and quiet, please.
I observed the place and realized I was one
Of two customers in the establishment.
She turned to leave and I stopped her a
Second time two ask her for 2 pints of water
While I waited.
The winds were whipping at the door.
Is that a twister? Are they sisters? I wondered
As two women entered. Then 2 minutes later
There were 2 men entering hmmm identical twins? I
Oh, yes. And I two have a brother we are
Fraternal twins. Of course!!
The two women left, if you're guessing, you may be
They were TWINS. 2 sets of twins.
My LUNCH ARRIVED 22 minutes later.
I rapidly fed my face, with a ravenous appetite.
She wrapped the second order to go.
I told her I wanted two double surprise ice creams both
Laced with 2 bananas apiece.
I'm much much two impatient.
Wrap those to go, Thank you.
The two bags were set on the counter
2 minutes later I took a cab back two
My 2nd floor apartment at
22 twin state on second avenue, apartment 2B
Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2016
Tea time on Tuesday
Consumed in a chic cafe
in crimson colored cups
Tasty tradition for Townspeople
Copyright © Courtney Dyer | Year Posted 2009
Butcher beats bloodied meats
Baker takes a heavy seat
Hands are flour’d, rolling dough
‘round wooded table to and fro,
Humming softly, braids and bakes
Bread loaves, muffins, pastries, cakes.
Olive bar, briny.
Plump lumps all soft and shiny.
Some are pitted while others, bare,
Engorged with peppers, cheeses fare
Better than their pitted mates
Drying out on doiley’d plates
For passerby to pluck and pop
Chew up, spit out
While they shop.
Around the corner fishes stare
with cold black eyes and, scaly, wear
ice chips chopped from big brick blocks
mouths agape, tails curled mid-flop,
salmon, tuna, rockfish, crab
laid out for hungry hands to grab.
Children, cranky, fuss and fret
"Time to go?" Oh no, not yet:
The cart wheels squeal, high heels keep time
as mothers vie for first in line -
in hurried hand the checks, they sign.
Bag boys bustle by the street,
stuffing cars with eggs, bread, meat,
then the station wagons wheel away:
Another busy market day.
Copyright © Candice Fabian | Year Posted 2011
Glistening counters of cooing concoctions packing covers of clever collisions.
Rising towers of tasty temptation tricking triumphs too shortly forgotten.
Outstanding plumage of promised perfection packed perfectly into plump plastic pods.
Colorful rivers of ripening ribbons and rounds rolled out into rails.
Elevated sparkles of sweet saturation soothing swatches of swollen storms.
Rippling windows of widening whispers wishing wildly for fellows of wonder.
Yearnings hard howling holds hurried and helpless hoping high in the hallows of hunger.
Copyright © A. Sanders | Year Posted 2009
When weighty Wanda
Discussed her dreadful diet
She sarcastically said
Easy! I eat everything I eyeball
Copyright © Rebecca Beirne | Year Posted 2007
Skinny Nick hid a jar of roasted peanuts;
a jar of roasted peanuts Skinny nick hid.
If Skinny Nick hid a jar of roasted peanuts,
who found the jar of roasted peanuts Skinny Nick hid?
*My readers like this Nursery Rhyme,
because they love peanuts like
Skinny Nick did.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011
They rattle my soul this mourning,
This slim redemptive moment held with in the hands
Of the clock – that lesser god who rankles low the
The vibration of the street; the movement
Of the sheets entwined around my ankles;
I sense the morning brew,
Seraphim dance around my nostrils;
My eyelids, screens of twin rainbow dreams,
The fluid of last night’s dreams has slowed
To level out my desire, for now.
God has banished all illusion,
All sin. All schemes – this moment,
Oh, brother how I breathe,
It stills my swirling soul’s articulation,
They can each have this day,
They billet back moments true and bright and
Their sense of placement drives a nail deep
Within my awareness…
Copyright © Joe DINKI | Year Posted 2008
Dandy daffodils delight
Dainty Dames dining
Complimenting the crispy crossiants
Making their meal magnificent
Copyright © Courtney Dyer | Year Posted 2009
Peristalic pangs percolate
rumbling grumbling groans of,
"Feed me! Feed me!"
does not curtail the hollow hollering,
"Real food! Real food!"
A clock controls the
dashing diner of
lunch munch, breakfast break,
or dinner for a spinner
out of this humongous hunger.
A platinum plate if you please
with a sprawling spread
of vital vittles ASAP.
Ring the bell
grant grace sublime
its time to eat
enough of this rhyme!!
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2007
Copyright © Michael Sender | Year Posted 2017
Susie ate her sugarless serving with a slow spoon
Soggy sobs serenaded
her seven-year-old sister’s
shocked, sensitive ears
Saccharine sadness sampled simply too soon
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017