Best Craving Poems
Children growing old and fading
innocence shattered with the curse of abandon
frozen between the first stage
of a baby's breath and navel,
desperate to live in real homes
after years of return and exchange
thrown from garbage to luggage…
foster home mother,
unit mother,
nun mother,
volunteer mother…
what’s a mother?
And I watch broken toddlers come and go
some small, a few tall, others weak,
most climbing inside tears or curling inside fire
nonetheless, they are all the same...
they just want to be loved as normal kids;
and I feel how they crave to belong
in a nest of stars without love’s regret.
I cradle their dreams with healing balm
pouring grains of future's summer dreams,
as I watch them come and go:
these, my “children” fly with kindling hope
playing as if to forget the numbness of dragged pain
steady still in the passing of riddled uncertainty…
"When will you come back?"
"Am I pretty or not?"
"Will my nightmares stop?"
And I watch broken toddlers come and go
changing, always changing my own truth…
Oh there’s so much more I need to accept,
for I can never have one of them as mine
being single and mostly alone ,
like these children... wanting a family.
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For the toddlers of an orphanage where
I volunteer as a counselor.
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The Poet's Ache Contest / Sponsor: Greg Barden
Re- submitted 8/1/2017
Our granddaughter loves cupcakes.
Someday, she wants to run a cupcake business.
Someday, she wants to be a beautician.
Someday, she wants to specialize in makeup.
Someday, she wants to be a singer.
Someday, she wants to be a songwriter.
Someday, she wants to go to college.
I’m voting for number one
and number seven.
I love cupcakes.
If she goes to college,
her cupcake business might succeed.
You go, girl!
Fresh and flavourful organic strawberries
Ground with the berries of our hearts,
Do blend with majestic creams
To celebrate this sweat-pouring afternoon
With a nice dish which feasts tongues.
This dessert is both life-giving and life-threatening;
She strengthens our heartbeats
While touching our taste buds;
And kills our precious lives
When she reaches only our eyeballs.
She is the landlady across seas and lands
For the children of sweet minds and tides;
Everytime I curate an icy day,
I believe in the right culinary recipes of her way
To carefully craft each scoop with her gorgeous grace.
You are a bright fallen star from the mesmerizing sight up above,
You make my tender heart pump pure blood of joy with just a minor glance,
If only you would grant me the blissful privilege to call you my love,
To my painful despair your angelic nose is pointed to the sky and you look down upon me,
If only given the honour to acknowledge my existence that craves your mystical romance,
But because of my economic status and laughable looks me, you shall never see,
As more than a dirty petty jester who could never compare to your immense power,
I am foolish to ever have thought I stood a pleading chance,
To you your majesty I will forever bow down and cower,
Until I feel your heart beat back then I shall manoeuvre into my sprinting stance.
June 12, 2018
Rhyme Time 4- 10 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
3rd Place
Strum on my wrecked nerves 'til I faint
cuffed and connected to your pick;
I'll be the oil on your guitar
hitting your pulse points with my gasp;
Left with need I'll have no complaint
except when the encore's a trick;
That just takes it a step too far.
like your hand on a broken clasp;
Turning you on with my desire,
becoming the craving you rasp.
Small talk
Body Talk
Flirtatious glances
Beguiling smiles
Warm electricity
Passion tingling
Eyes that tease
Torment and tantalize
Desire on every breath
On every quiver of the lip
Rhythm of bodies craving
That erotic embrace
The delectably sublime
Act of seduction
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
When you have a desire
for something,
You have an intense craving
that just won’t quit.
For some people
it’s called a Nicotine Fit.
Desperate people will check
the ashtrays
Before they ask…
Can I get a cigarette?
They crave and enjoy the pleasure,
that first satisfying drag.
Moving their arm in that wonderful
back & forth motion.
Those of you who crave,
already know it’s no joke,
You want that morning fix.
Most of you know
what I mean…
You’re addicted and need
that daily cup of caffeine.
We all play the game,
It’s a cup of Coffee
by another name.
Java has that smooth taste
You don’t want to waste,
to start your day,
You desire and enjoy that
first satisfying sip,
keeping you in stride,
And some bring cigarettes along
for the ride.
As Java goes down your throat.
Some grab the car keys
and others grab the TV remote.
Now, one of the sweeter things in life,
Like when a man takes a wife.
A craving that has both
Men and women
going out of their way.
For something chocolate
to make their day.
Some say it taste like sex,
And if it does,
then I’ve been eating
the wrong chocolate.
Now on their exciting
European honeymoon,
Traveling by Train.
33 countries one rail pass.
Something they both crave,
To see each other,
As they see the world.
And then there are cravings
that ladies have had,
it’s not that bad.
They delightfully suffer
when life is about to
make them a mother.
When a little one is on their way.
Being pregnant comes with a
wish for a short and painless delivery day.
But before that day,
Cravings are cravings,
Like liver and onions with cheese
and red grapes.
Like Crab legs you can’t seem
to get enough of.
Like Apple sauce with ketchup,
Cucumbers with Pepper and vinegar.
Like Argo cornstarch
Strait out of the box with a spoon.
Like Green grapes and Nectarines.
Tacos and nachos,
need I say more,
People have cravings
of all kinds…
What’s yours?
There’s a little girl inside of me craving for a mother’s love.
Wishing for her to speak to me from her home above.
Craving for a mother to hear me speak and minister to my pain.
In need of mother to hold me close during the storm and rain.
Fifty years upon this earth and still need mother’s hand.
Trying so hard to walk alone in this cold, cold land.
Mother is gone, grandma too where do I go from here?
Craving for a mother’s love Oh how I wish she was near.
Creamy, Crispy, Criminally, Craved, Crimson Cravings
The day passes slowly
Again I'm craving you
Still taste you on my lips
I still smell you
your sweetness lingers
arousing my senses.
I want to hear you moan again
to be there again
cradled between your chocolate thighs
to please you again.
Remnants of you this evening
such slow sips
the way you turned
tossed and flipped
My sheets now moist
misplaced and ripped
I reach for the phone
to call you,
Wake up my love
I'm craving you...
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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
When they’re “preggers,” some females feel fickle
And their "fancy" just some foods can tickle.
I (instead) ate and ate.
Dang it. . . How much less weight
I’d have gained if I’d craved only pickles!
For P.D.'s Contest:
Pickles & Tickles "Limerick"
hunger
you caress me
like a priceless treasure
fragile yet irresistible
craving
fulfillment of growing desire
emotional release
equally shared
passion
my palate craves delicious
double chocolate chuck
cherry jubilee ice cream
A clever work indeed,
But you must really need,
Either a doctor or a goat,
It's up to you to vote,
In this poem you come acrostic,
To shepherds as diagnostic
As a woman a tad too caustic,
Of their herd's fruit a bit bombastic
I think they see with herder's eye,
You had too much Shepherd's Pie!!
Ha! Ha!