Best Candyfloss Poems
When I was just a little girl
I painted soaring seagulls
in a dawning sky of duck-egg blue
I painted ladybirds and whimsical butterflies
A red cottage with square-shaped windows
A misty mountain with a purple hue.
All my fields were evergreen
with flowers falling like confetti in between.
A rising sun in molten gold so bright
with shifting leaves along a riverside.
I painted mushrooms covering faries
Unicorns, princesses and queens
Happy trolls and Naughty elves
riding on watercoloured bees.
As such was life, Carefree
As beautiful as dreams.
Years rolled on, trees turned old
Vibrant colours became the past in an hourglass.
All shadows now, are black as night
All that is left are sepia shades
dim as the gloom of a Winter day.
But little child out there, Listen to me..
Never let clouds cover your soul with ash -of-grey
Like candyfloss, clouds might seem huge
But they're made of fluff...Blow them away.
Blow them away before it rains
Yet if rain pours its heavy drops
and gusty winds whirl from strong storms
Never give up!
Lilt up your head, seek with those eyes
In every journey a rainbow hides
Just keep on searching, do not be blind
Leave all your troubles way back behind.
All shadows now, are black as night
All that are left are Sepia shades
dim as the gloom of a Winter day
But now and then a spell's bestowed upon my name
With an old brush and childhood colours
I paint an orchard with sugar-maples
and fragrant blossoms blooming in May.
Categories:
candyfloss, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
Every now and then ,everyone is an island
and every now and then, I am an island too
Till,I see the first pink iris blooming in my garden
and one little bluebird singing on my porch
Till,I feel the sun-kissed dew melting on my skin
I watch the floating clouds pass by like puffy candyfloss
I hear my neighbour's laughter,as She walks her dog
I smell fresh air's spiced cinnamon and listen to a song.
I feel serene,just being in the moment
Watching seagulls soaring high
Whilst the most beautiful rainbow
arches the celestiene sky
Peace fulfill my heart
knowing how loved I'm to be here
God blissed my life with rich treasures
and He kissed away my tear
So happy I am today
for each dawn and every sunset
for each star,and crescent moon
every meadow and each valley
the high mountain and the dune
For each child yet to be born
For the cosy little cottage
which protects us from the storm.
So joyful I am ,for this stillness within me
as down the verdant hill I stroll
Spume's spray waft upon my feet
as I reach a pebbled shore
Against winds I ride in silence
Feel the breeze upon my face
I watch multi- coloured hues
of leaves burning in flame's blaze
So tranquil my cobalt night now
I'm in solitude but not alone
Watching fire-flies'little lanternes
glow upon my home sweet home.
Categories:
candyfloss, beautiful,
Form:
Light Verse
RED-
Pillar boxes that stand open-mouthed
Waiting to be fed.
And plump ripe strawberries,
Dipped in sugar,
Smothered in cream.
Or just popped in your mouth
And squashed between your teeth
YELLOW-
Buttercups that shine under your chin
To give away your secrets.
And hot corn on the cob
That drips with butter
And smacks your lips.
PINK-
Candyfloss,like fluffy cotton wool
That glues to your fingers
And disappears in your mouth.
And gooey icing on the top
Of long sticky buns.
GREEN-
Grass that prickles your skin
When you run barefoot.
And unripe apples
Hanging from trees
That beg to be eaten
Till your tummy hurts!
ORANGE-
Fruit that juices your throat
And dribbles your chin.
And bonfire flames
Glowing and warm
That crackle and spit
And reach with poker fingers
If you get too near.
VIOLET-
Like the flowers, and the lilac
In blossom time.
And sweet smelling lavender
That crushes itself
On your hands
And reminds you of Grandma.
BLUE-
Sky on a clear sunny day
That dangles above your fingers
Just out of reach.
And the warm sea
That plunges you
Into its' playful waters
And wraps you up
In its' waves.
And then there are
Multi-coloured things,
Like ribbons,ballons and streamers.
Kites that play chase with the wind.
The wings of butterflies
And painted carnival faces.
And of course the rainbow
That appears bright and magical,
Soaring high above
Houses and tree tops
On to nowhere land,
Lighting up the sky
With its brilliance.
Then is gone,
Scattering itself
To be remembered
Among colour favourites.
Categories:
candyfloss, children
Form:
Free verse
Washed and smartly dressed in school uniform
Judy tucks into her healthy breakfast
while watching cartoons on television.
Her mother smiles. Outside the sun shines bright.
Rami wakes to sounds of jets overhead.
He pulls his worn blanket tight to his chest
afraid to look outside and see the dead.
His nation torn and by tyrants oppressed.
A friend’s birthday party awaits Judy.
With present in hand she knocks at the door;
already, music fills the evening air.
She’s greeted by hugs and happy faces.
Wails of crying mothers fill sooty air.
Where did Rami’s go? She’s been gone so long.
Each day he offers for her a prayer,
knowing well she would want him to stay strong.
Excited, she tugs at her father’s hand
as she watches the colored lights around
the fair grounds. Nibbling at her candyfloss,
she makes a mental note of the fun rides.
Will there be food today, food he can share?
It’s his duty to care for another.
He crawls through litter, finds the wee one there,
but cold is the body of his brother.
Today it was a public holiday
and Judy’s parents took her to the beach.
A lovely day has now come to an end.
Judy’s mother gives her a goodnight kiss.
With family gone, Rami takes up arms.
They’re readily available to all.
It matters not to him which side he harms;
in battle Rami is willing to fall.
Judy falls asleep in her cozy bed
as her mum softly sings a lullaby.
A fleeting smile lights up her peaceful face.
She dreams of life’s delights, cuddles and love.
To a staccato rhythm bullets fire
as Rami dashes from the ragged tent.
Of Rami’s fate nobody will inquire;
for war’s children, none are left to lament.
Categories:
candyfloss, children, war, , Lullaby,
Form:
Verse
Everyone is an island everynow and then
and everynow and then I am an island too
till... I see the first flower of Spring blooming in my garden
I hear the little bluebird singing on my porch
I feel the warmth of the sun melting on my skin
till...I watch the floating clouds pass by almost like candyfloss
I hear my neighbour saying hello as she walks her dog
I smell the fresh air,and hear my own breath mingle inside me
I look around and feel serenity just being in the moment
Cos for just a moment I can think,for just a moment I gaze in the celestiene sky
to find the most colourful rainbow arching my own soul
And peace surrounds my heart,knowing how lucky I am to be here
how precious i must be through the eyes of my Creator
to bless me in such ways,to give me all these treasures
So happy I am today ,so happy for each dawn and every sunset
for each breeze ,every star and rising moon ,for each child yet to be born,
for every dream and wish which falls and carve the multi hued soft silken sand
So happy I am for all that was is and ever will be
So joyful this silence within me as I walk by the shore
so close to the sea which wafts and splash gently on my toes
so happy to feel like the first leaf at fall,alone but never alone
So joyful in knowing ....Life is beautiful.
Charma
Categories:
candyfloss, happiness, happy, me, happy,
Form:
Free verse
Remember remember Mum when we were small.
Holding hands as we learnt to walk,
Teaching us how to talk.
On the swing you'd push us high
Till our feet could touch the sky.
A magic rub when we had a pain,
Kiss it better once again.
Snuggling up on your lap,
Poems and stories before a nap.
Do you remember Mum?
Remember remember Mum when we were small.
Taking us to the pantomime,
Sailing on the Serpentine,
Museum visits and palace too,
Madame Tussauds and the zoo.
Candyfloss at the fair,
Dirty knees and messy hair.
Days out full of fun,
Holidays in the sun.
Do you remember Mum?
Remember remember Mum our teenage years.
Thinking that we knew it all
When life for us was just a ball.
Young love and first dates,
Staying up way too late.
School exams and learning to drive,
You praying we'd stay alive.
We probably caused you many tears
When life was all about our peers.
Do you remember Mum?
Remember remember Mum when we left home.
Bridal gowns on wedding day
When Dad gave us both away.
Two young women we'd become
But never stopped needing help from our Mum.
Grandchildren, pink and blue,
As one by one your family grew.
Granny time was time for treats,
Spoiling them with too many sweets.
Do you remember Mum?
Remember remember Mum for it is true.
We thank you for all that you still do.
We hope you have a wonderful day,
Celebrating your eightieth birthday,
Enjoying this little afternoon tea,
With special friends and your family.
So raise a glass and give a cheer
Because you've notched up another year,
And we hope there's many more to come
Because we really love you Mum.
I wrote this to read at an afternoon tea party for my Mum yesterday from my sister and I. Unfortunately Mum is losing her memory, so I'm hoping this will help her to recall.
Categories:
candyfloss, age, birthday, daughter, happy
Form:
Free verse
toffee apples
tasted so sweet
candyfloss evaporating
as we eat
swing boats
chair of planes
& helter-skeltet
again& again
pretending to drive
in dodgem cars
flying carousel
as if from mars
crowding in the
boxing tent
local challengers
quickly spent
longing with
youthful eyes
rolling pennies
for the prize
sans parents
at a local funfair
evenings
without a care
Categories:
candyfloss, childhood, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
“CAROUSELS AND CANDYFLOSS’
Childhood memories cherished and remote recollections
Emerging in magnified clarity encourage renewed perceptions
Open air big screen films referred to as “Drive-Ins”
A regular Saturday night treat -- family car, excitement within
After eating our packed picnic snack
Permission asked to play—promises to come back
Our greatest thrill sat under the huge white screen
Amusement ride—galloping flying horses-- enchanting scene
Carousel rotating- fairground organ—a musical ride
Merry-go-round- gilded Horse ballet dancing with pride
Some high on poles, interspersed benches—
These were placed for the less adventurous
Waiting patiently the ride slows down
Small minds choosing horses to call their own
Rushing to mount our fantasy up high
Small feet in stirrups, as wooden horses fly
The candy-floss man stands on the side
Inflated packets-- pale pink, blue and white divide
Cotton- wool sugary treats entice as we wait
Melt in the mouth moments to keep us awake
Kim van Breda—February 2013
Categories:
candyfloss, childhood,
Form:
Light Verse
candyfloss on a stick....an imaginary dessert
Categories:
candyfloss, food, humor,
Form:
Monoku
Candyfloss puffballs
Popping up like white mushrooms
Blocking out sunshine
07~27~14
In The Clouds
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Destroyer A
~awarded 1st place~
Categories:
candyfloss, beauty, nature,
Form:
Haiku
The Piper at the gates of dawn held dear Rat in thrall,
Distant notes touching his inner being, his soul;
Beckoning him to come, come to me and pay your
Dues at my feet. So your messages sing to me
Their song of hope; each word invitation to dreams
Of rekindled love, meanings the children of desperation
To be in your presence once more, supplicant to love,
Imagination building castles of candyfloss truth.
The Piper washed clean Rat’s memories, that awe
Did not dull his vision and pleasure of the world;
Nor loss bring despair and yearning.
But I have no Piper to give me a kinder fate,
Nor soothe my fears that all is fantasy; only
The memory of your past farewell.
Categories:
candyfloss, happiness, hope, imagery, love,
Form:
Sonnet
Riotous warblings of a very vivacious swan is often evenly placed in a bread basket. Behaviour of classical clams can be seen to be barbaric and dotting a chair is not patented. Ok. Interested in bat caves then. How quite far is it to the caverns of the large melting chocolate ice cream dishes. Cast iron rocket slaters then. People plantings picklings pinnings. Cavernous cauldrons of Lilly pads on a marble field. Trunks of glue faced leopards on a journey to spaghetti lettuce farms. Planning meetings then. Wibbly wobbly hair bobs. Wow how not very gracious. Callous acts of a missionary queue in a trough or in fields of many metric metres. Volumetric vehicular vases. *** hahahah xx the crow that eats the pickled tree sap will gain much wisdom. But the crocodile with candyfloss teeth will play devils advocate whilst spinning on an umbrella.*** hahaha simultaneous equations xxxx 1 2 3 4 clap clap clap clap xxxxx ha
Categories:
candyfloss, appreciation, baseball,
Form:
‘PINK CRAYON LINK’
A circle of pink—frightened at six, the commencement of the school system link
Classroom allocations and trepidation cleverly disguised by colour location
Dolls rosy cheeks and freedom to play, all disappear—dissipate remote foldaway
A shrill school bell resonates-- response to line up education to read and spell
Our seating arrangements deftly planned to new desks all spick and span
Blank pages are handed out-- character analyses to write our names without any doubt
Carefully colours selected, each new crayon box, I elect pink from my little stock
The boy seated next to my chair decided he wanted my box to share
Having his own full box waxed colours to explore—I watched as he dropped my green as it broke on the floor
My young expectations -that first day of school started to shrink
My happy disposition—my designated colour—my opinions no longer tickled pink
Looking out the window where cherry blossoms crisscrossed
I thought of my dolls and rose quartz feathery candyfloss
My playful happiness and spontaneity-- a protected rosebud
I fell off my pink cloud with an abrupt thud
Categories:
candyfloss, childhood, school, education, school,
Form:
Rhyme
Ah fish tails. Surely an apex of thought on a circular run. Home spun then. Bandy bringing braking balls. Throw then. Whirl then. Spun like a wobbly flan. Candyfloss hair in a breeze. Bending like an octave. Adjusting to the musical state of skies. Hair is dominant so why wear a wig. And just like a bird lean to peck. Peck peck peck. How remarkable then that all seeds are then without mould,bugs, and other vermin. Domesticated dog. Cleans the pots and bakes a cake. Seeded baps merely protrude when looking at a giraffe in leather trousers. But giraffes can morph so mind the beaks. Oh dear. It is undergrowth expressed. Good. It is akin to a mile long fishing experience. No flake. No flay. And a beating boom box 3 2 1 3 21 and now a 2.2 as well. All into the box to explode in a rhythmic rhyme which spans the time in a tidal pattern. Hahahaha and some wild cards of seeds. Hahahaha and a big bike carrying an emu. Hahahaha dusty automobiles laughing in a queue. Hahahaha aerostatics' CSX z
Categories:
candyfloss, adventure, baseball,
Form:
I walk on blue and smell of white
Dressed by the setting sun
I run into orange melting
into marigolds a blooming interlude
I float on speeds depending on my mood
Purple and pink is a melody I sing
Orchids in skies will make you think
I speak of colours and whisper
The flavour of the day
Candyfloss or bubblegum, I do have a say
I dance in the dark around a silver ball
She calls out to me timid and small
I cover her face with a veil
As she practices before a curtain call
I turn grey when I’m sad but it not too bad
It makes me just lighter as I open up
and wash away your sorrows
As I cool the earth down and fill her tomorrow’s!
24.4.22
Categories:
candyfloss, beauty, creation,
Form:
Free verse