Best Confectionary Poems
"Poetique"
poet
where goest thou
on this trip?
you sing
your muse in
small amusements
confectionary
conceits
took a detour
amazed
labyrinthine
ghost-like
spooked
poetique
in the Matrix
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Subconscious Self “ (Original Mix) / Lisa Raven
https://youtu.be/G4yY2Qkf9g8
"Rebecca"/Du Maurier.
conceit.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/conceit
ghosts.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/tell_me_something_beautiful_1310173
Categories:
confectionary, muse,
Form:
Free verse
I was very young when, I first tasted it;
that sweet, milky nectar of the Gods.
One Easter morning it appeared in a basket,
on our piano bench and it was wrapped in shiny foil;
all colors of a pastel rainbow.
Tiny egg-balls, smelling like cocoa and sugar;
one looked the most beautiful blue,
I’d ever seen and it was larger than the rest so,
I bit into it first.
The revelation of such ecstasy, I had never before, experienced;
it melted across my young palate,
leaving a trail of succulence to, claim its’ path.
Divine bauble of confectionary delight; indeed it was,
It disappeared all too soon;
left me sucking the back of my front teeth and craving another of those mouth-watering adventures.
As I grew, I experienced unbounded insight into that world called…chocolate.
It seemed, some miracle cure for nearly any ailment from,
losing a softball game to the loss of a pet;
the mystery medicine took away every sadness.
I could have it cold or hot, frozen or liquid, with orange or raspberry filling in any shape or size.
That wondrous creation of confectionary bless, was everywhere!
Oh joy of joyous celebration;
I was in love and filled with,
elation for the sticky, gooey,
sweet, meditation-in-my-mouth.
Nothing in life can compare to its’ mind-bending aroma; I would bathe in it if I had enough, to do so.
I have shared it with so many; family, friends, pets with,
Never one complaint; fully convinced that it was the ultimate, sanity in a world gone mad.
The day that researchers proclaimed its’,
“medicinal value”; I celebrated with a semi-sweet toast to this, food of the gods; my ambrosia; never looking back.
Categories:
confectionary, appreciation, food, image, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Lucky day! Father McShane was on the altar.
I knelt in gratitude, in silent applause.
He said mass faster than the lead car in a drag race.
Hosts flew and before we knew it: “Ite, missa est.” *
The nine a.m. ritual was well worth it on Sundays with daddy.
Out of the mist of sneezy incense, enclosed in glass tabernacles
food for the soul of another kind awaited us at the Brewster bakery.
Father and daughter a spiritual team of confectionary communicants,
were in search of the one true doughnut, the absolute muffin.
My father kept us ever faithful.
*Go, the Mass is ended
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
June 14, 2012
Categories:
confectionary, father, father, father,
Form:
Free verse
Starry skies over Damascus
Like a star chart for the
bomber pilots eating
Milky Ways and lives
Chocolate in the desert
for desert in consumption
The poem could stop here
its pretty clear not pretty
Petty lives perambulating
hiding hobbling around
on what was their feet
foundations souls and
is their ruin's wreckage now
The planes feature logos
“Just do it”
“Whiter than white”
“Put the tiger in the tank”
“Eat confectionary be happy”
What an advertising space
for the daily news rounded
up like the refugees
refusing to be refuse
“Powered by democracy”
“Fuelled by share holdings”
“Rocket launches for a better world”
in the weeping nights and days
lactating for another holiday
of some on sunny beaches
oozing oil wells wealth
and inequality
Milk where it needs not be
in luxury not infant powder
hungry breasts run dry by hunger
sapped empty in the face
of some lives counting
more than others where
camouflage is but
a distant varnish
in the pursuit of power
Soon their will be billboards
“Baghdad was not built
in a moment” “Invest in
Kabul” “Concrete for Allepo”
“Live the dream”
“Life liberty and the
pursuit of happy-mess”
“Constructing globality”
Munching away in my
cushioned arm chair
built from greedy land mines
I collude
“You can have your milky ways”
if the bomber pilots did not
eat them all
Whose wives implant their chests
with silicone from
the valley of evil
that forgot
Instead the artificial brain
the heart transplant
Mindful disposition
of humanity
Looking
instead at the stars
spangled banners
of Damascus
Milky ways
Categories:
confectionary, war,
Form:
Free verse
When I was called little brother,
I smiled.
It meant I have an elder sibling.
One from whom I could learn,
To discern,
Between Light and Dark.
What about the Grey?
Only a few would about the grey;
Enquire.
Even fewer,
Perhaps none
Would even begin to aspire,
Is grey the divider?
What is a divider?
A partition,
A separation,
A barrier.
In essence a carrier,
Of both dark and Light;
Having both thane sight!
The grey is never contrite,
It does and will do on sight!!!
Come with your purported might!
Closer…
Closer…
Unseen seen chaos,
These are my instruments,
Your might;;;
Will be eaten as sacrements.
For continual human growth within,
Mistakes rectified by the elder or role model;
Taught the current crop must be,
Lessons are as seeds;;;
Planted into our mother,
Blending with Earth, Water and Sun,
The seed transmutes and soon the seed has had its fun,
A plant is now the end product.
We humans are also ever transforming,
Perhaps not as apparent as natural beauty forming,
But what is natural beauty?
What is beauty?
Random randominity is beauty natural,
Random beauty is natural randominity,
Natural randominity is random beauty,
Beautiful randominity randoms naturally,
In essence;
Culturally cultural.
Not an over-spill,
Providence shines.
Understanding and comprehension,
In succession,
For thee.
The trick however is to pass on that understanding and comprehension.
But how do you do that?
When most of the generation is tuned to the Playstation!
Violent games evocating the continuation
Of our disgusting violent nation.
Perhaps attempt to not scold or tell;
Allow thane actions to speak wonders,
As an undiscovered well.
Keep the resonance of thane bell,
Consistant.
Perhaps another revolutionary,
Your prodige has to be selectant,
Of his student, his confectionary.
Without this passing down of knowledge,
We all might as well eat the most poisonous berry.
Categories:
confectionary, character, community, conflict, courage,
Form:
Free verse
Good things often come in small packages so
have yourself a few bites of cakey bliss. A
cupcake with a swirl of sweet on top, oh my,
now that will take you to confectionary heights
Almost any flavor you might desire can be achieved.
And if you happen to be so lucky you might get a whiff
of delights to come…..if your patient! Be patient!
You know, sometimes it’s the little things in life
that count.
A simple cupcake can give the day a lift,
especially if it has been baked with love. So,
forget the diet and take a moment to enjoy
this day’s simple little gift...mmm,mmm, good!
Categories:
confectionary, food, life,
Form:
Didactic
She flees the marriage bed so many nights
to satisfy base urges while he sleeps.
Apparently, he doesn't know she fights
voracious appetites and often keeps
a rendezvous with kitchen's sweet delights.
Tonight her giant slab of mocha cake
is covered with a mountain of ice cream,
pistachio. Tomorrow night she'll make
another huge confectionary dream.
She sacrifices sleep for sugar's sake.
But then she sees an unexpected sight,
her husband wearing nothing but a smile.
He says, "I'm wanting something sweet tonight.
I'll fix myself a treat. Let's sit a while.
Look out the window. Oh, the moon's so bright!"
The lady has two treats: one on a plate;
the other, buff and bare, one foot away.
No brainer! Which increases her heart rate?
She minds that racing heart without delay!
Two plates of goodies meet a soggy fate.
posted as two-stanza poem (first two) in September, 2015
lengthened to four stanzas June 20, 2016
entered in Brian Strand's Contest 256 (any topic or form, 30-line max)
on December 31, 2016 Placed 9th (of 10)
May 1, 2019, entered in Richard Lamoureau's Honourable Mention Worth
Mentioning Contest I really worked on this one. I don't often write
a sexy poem! placed 4th
Categories:
confectionary, chocolate, food, night, sexy,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Three Wise Monkeys
Many years ago when I was a child, I remember my
Brother going to the Easter Sow and bringing back
a show bag, it contained mainly sweets and
confectionary and also a small model of three
monkeys sitting next to each other the strange thing
was they all had their hands covering a different
part of the head, I found out later they were the
three wise monkeys who symbolised the three deadly
sins, see no evil, hear no evil and speak no evil, by
following these rules, people would lead the perfect
life. Even now I still remember back to that time
the three monkeys have since disappeared but
their memories and their message will live forever.
Written: 18th January 2014
Categories:
confectionary, philosophy,
Form:
Prose
Curiosity concerning Careen’s covert chocolate and candy cache
causes children’s cartoon crusader Charlie a calamity!
Careen’s childminding cousin Charlie and carelessly closes her candy cupboard ...
curious Charlie’s no cherub, and can’t curb his constant candy craving
Charlie champs continually on copious chunks of candy and chocolate
Chomping contentedly on chewy coffee caramels and candy canes.
Charleston chews and Careen’s costly chocolate caramel crunch clusters
Charlie carelessly chucks the crinkled coverings on the carpet
Careen clocks Charlie chomping candy from her confectionary collection
Careen’s candy and chocolate is cherished
Consequently, Careen cannot condone cousin Charlie’s crafty crime ...
Careen’s crotchety and cross at Charlie’s out of character conduct
and contemplates contacting the cops
Charlie cringes and claims clemency,
claiming he can’t control his cravings... he’s a covert chocoholic connoisseur
Careen can’t commiserate, calling Charlie a complete cad!
Charlie’s complains his canine crown is cracked
and the chewy candy’s caused cavernous cavities
Calmly Careen closes and chains her candy cupboard
then chuckles coldheartedly at Charlie’s candy catastrophe!
Cowering on a Careen’s comfy couch, Charlie cries continually
Charlie is a complete coward and can’t cope with caries caused by candy...
He deplores and detests the drone of the dentist’s drill!
Charlie's Cartoon Characters Curiously Careen And Crusade Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
11/18/18
Categories:
confectionary, candy, child, chocolate, humorous,
Form:
Alliteration
I got off the busy downtown bus.
my heels clicked away without a fuss,
heading straight to a shop called Chocolate Lust,
a sign read, 'All You Can Eat Chocolate Until You Bust,'
I knew I was in heaven when looking about,
chocolate was everywhere making me want to shout,
this confectionary eden made my knees quite weak,
as I walked up to the counter and took a peek,
staring before me were decadent peanut clusters,
crunchy and sweet also known as diet busters,
all my self-control was ignored at the Chocolate Lust,
a shop for chocoholics which insists that eating candy is a must.
(Classical rhyme)
Categories:
confectionary, chocolate, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Writing beautifully is a unique art,
It requires a powerful imagination.
You can write with tender delicacy or,
You can write with an exclamation.
You can be descriptive, exploratory, and persuasive,
Or a narrative fictional poet.
And you can write your ideas using elegant words,
Then, on Poetry Soup, you can publicly show it.
Poets on here have a relaxed mind, keen observation,
And a whimsical way with the dictionary.
They make us care how magnificent life is,
Using words like a child’s confectionary.
And having people comment with “That’s beautiful”,
“Excellent”, “I love how your words are so clear”.
These comments are always uplifting and inspiring,
This society is so pure and sincere.
So a big shout out to the poets and friends,
Thank you for sharing your thoughts in verse and rhyme.
Thank you for sharing part of who you are,
With the poetry world for the rest of all time.
Categories:
confectionary, poets, thank you,
Form:
Rhyme
Mints,chews,pontefract cakes
Toffee whirls & chocolate flakes
french bonbons & jelly beans
Liquorice lace & peppermint creams
Confectionary to bring sweet dreams
And waistlines bursting at the seams.
Categories:
confectionary, childhood, funny,
Form:
Couplet
Well, aren’t you a sight for sore EYES
Off the top of my HEAD its been nearly two years
Yes ,I have been keeping busy
A FINGER in every pie that’s me
It has been a bit of a struggle
I did put my NECK on the line
Many times I cried my HEART out
Then would dust myself off and say “ok girl CHIN up”
And FACE the music
Yes we were away for a while
We had really itchy FEET
Though we were BACK before we knew it
I've kept an EAR out to see if anyone had heard from you
I did hear you started your own confectionary business
You’ve always had a sweet TOOTH
It’s on… “Now what’s the name of that street “?
It’s on the tip of my TONGUE….
It is something like KNEE
Kneetson No Kneedham thats it!
You’ll have a lot of ELBOW room there
If you ever need help
I can always lend a HAND
Oh ,you heard about that incident did you
She really put her FOOT in it this time
She has a such CHEEK
I told her to get off my BACK
To stop looking down her NOSE at me
I’ve always been upfront with her
Worn my HEART on my sleeve
Though getting the truth from her
Is like pulling TEETH
She is a royal pain in the NECK
I ARMED myself for the next encounter
My HEART was in my MOUTH
To be honest I got cold FEET
Best I keep her at ARMS length
So last time I saw her ,I said
I hope you are all EARS
I need to get something off my CHEST
I politely wished her good luck
Told her to break a LEG
And kiss my ****!!
(A Body Idiom Poem)
Categories:
confectionary, body, fun, silly,
Form:
Free verse
He arrives dressed, so fine!
Bearing the sweetest of sweets;
His core is a confectionary treat,
Oh my, how I desire just one of his kisses…
Is he your beloved?
No my dear, he is my box of chocolates…
Categories:
confectionary, allusion, candy, funny, giggle,
Form:
Verse
Lollipop Day (July 20, 2015)
There is a day for everything;
there’s little that gets by.
We keep a month for breakfast prunes;
a day for pumpkin pie.
Homemade soup can have its day
and pickles get their chance,
but of the days we mark each year,
one makes me sing and dance.
The lollipop will do that gig
from small up to grotesque.
You’ll find them in the circus tents
and at the banker’s desk.
This sweet confectionary gem
will make a child’s eyes gleam;
the middle aged and old ones will
enjoy it too, it seems.
So on this day the lollipop
will give your mouth a pucker.
Now, go ahead, yes, do enjoy
this day we give to suckers!
Categories:
confectionary, candy,
Form:
Rhyme