Best Cravings Poems
In evening eyes an ember’s gleam I see
emotions ripple from your depths and spread
across your surface known to be glassy
are ripened waves of passion crashing red
Now crocus of your crave in bloom and flare
on bed of saffron petals - spice we seize
in festival of lust on my skin bare
a thousand tingles mingle pleasures tease
Your lips brush mine with strawberry caress
then kiss me deep your tongue unties my lace
I open up to you and your finesse
we toast with our champagne in love’s embrace
As ravishment reflects epiphany
amour I see through rosy tiffany
Susan Ashley
March 17, 2018
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?
The cunningness I feel is near:
It tries coming for a stay
Living within a beast, I once lived in
It's a bit dangerous wanting my play.
I have to be careful, now, right:
Staying in the right of my light
By this, odious toxin that's near
It likes to fight at my nights, I fear.
It made me sick a lot of times:
Lusting its seducing bite in me, crimes
Its promises turn into untrustworthy lies
Here is a sinister demon that terrifies.
It teases me with its pleasures:
Oh, one of a kind, it is, no measures
Telling me that I need it to survive
A bewildering demon, I've lost, run hide!
Every day seems like a struggle lately:
Keeping a sinister entrapped at its bay
These demons are up prowling to entice, be
Awaiting its day to play with me!
It feeds on my aches of pains:
Mind, the guilts, the greed that has stained
The more I hurt inside fighting, being real
The more this, slither, comes to steal.
I sensed life had enough of me:
My spirit was crushed, hurt, torn apart
Its Roar stood, heard for miles, miles I say
A venom beast has awakened, now bites.
This poison, I once craved:
The feel, pushing temptations
To care about absolutely nothing
Not even for myself, deliberations.
This slither came to suck the life out of me,
To bring the poison, sinister closer in
Though the bag, done gone that day
I've yet to lose, to this poisoning again
A malevolence venom, I once craved
Have yet to win within.
There aren't enough words in the world to write about the day your bright, sky blue eyes stole my heart. You're the only one who has stayed and been patient enough to pick my aching soul apart.
I miss the way your strong arms wrapped around my little waist and when you'd kiss me; your lips, they'd always leave the sweetest taste.
I long for the day when I once again have your body right next to mine and to hear your calming voice telling me everything will be fine.
I can't wait for the day when you are able to scoop me off of the floor and when next I get to experience all of you once more.
I regret each and every one of our fights, especially the ones that kept us up every hour of some nights.
I regret not holding you closer, and each time I failed to think of our future.
I am sorry for every time I cut you off when you were mid-phrase, because I long for your fingerprints in the places my body can never erase.
My skin should shed all of its cells but your hands, they left these microscopic indentations so now my body craves you as well.
With a 7-Eleven Big Cup eulogy slurp
And a McDonalds Big Mac pall bearer burp,
it’s Big Boy Slim Jim holiday mourning time
Take a family reunion picnic funeral ride
to a cemetery last supper barbeque burial ...
shovel down the gullet styrofoam servings
of coffin words charcoal dirtside purged
Famous food jingles playing over the radio
was the final ear candy corpse dish heard
Box of chocolates and cake frosting flowers
bring back such fond broken diet memories
And guilty pleasures
of Weight Watchers infidelities
Illicit affairs of late-night microwave heated morsels
brought forth categorically caloric denials ...
refrigerated temptations
tiptoe sneaking down the pie-hole
Oh, the double-layered life you led,
the gravedigger cravings you had
You always pillow stashed
an eclair energy bar
under the silk sheets kissy lipstick red,
to stimulate your gastro-erotic appetite after midnight
Carnal tastings of naked delight ... good belly vibrations —
sugar rush,
melted butter
Buckets of caramel popcorn love ...
Lip-smacking custard creampies,
your tongue couldn’t get enough
Popsicle toes,
finger licking
Mouth watering pickles,
spicy honey breasts of chicken
Succulent crab legs,
steamed oyster juices exotic
Lobster chowder brie ... pure aroma ecstasy
You took a Cajun deep creole swallow,
spooning the bottom of the gumbo pot
Relaxing those alligator jaws for the belching last time,
loosening your belt past the final notch
Satisfied donut eyes orange glaze hollow,
cinnamon bun thoughts be on your English muffin mind:
Restaurant quality neo-mortician style buffet,
wine cellar casket smorgasbord
Undertaker carry-out at the Last Breath café,
with a menu selection to die for
Oh, the extra toppings life you led,
such gravedigger cravings you had
Time to put your Pizza Hut pepperoni desires to bed,
and brain-freeze
that last heaping spoonful of Big Frosty in your head
Then close them Cheesecake Factory eyes,
when those antacid,
digestive ...
gluttonous lights go dead
Binging and overindulging with chocolate after a hectic day at work
Eating more than ten fun size chocolate candies without any pause
Risking the glucose levels of blood to rise to a higher unhealthy level
Affecting the progress made with nutrition modification and exercise
Fruits are now an essential element in the daily food requirements
Keeping at bay the sugar cravings that add pounds to the waist
Eating more healthy, the overall health improves dramatically
Achieving a transformed new body and a clean bill of health
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I languorously love how lilacs smell,
For aromatic coffee beans I fell,
Sultry perfume stirs senses deep within,
My palate’s hooked on Indian Cuisine.
Exotic spice and flavors stir me, yet
The most compelling I cannot forget -
Once caught, I got addicted and enslaved -
Your fragrant pheromones’ sweet scent I crave.
March 14, 2021
My cravings flaming in a dumpster fire
Ridding me of my secret heart’s desire
Every chocolate bar
All candies in a jar
Gone so the raver in me can transpire.
You have been on my mind
Since I saw you last night.
Lying there on the shelf,
So innocently.
Your orange wrappings
Caught my eye
And never let go.
I walked right up to you,
Held you in my hands.
For the first time
In twelve months.
Your fragrance, the same.
There is something
So vintage, so nostalgic
About you...
The scent of warm honey
And sugary vanilla.
Old fashioned, yet distinctive.
You know
I cannot resist you.
Cannot deny
My sweet tooth.
The agony
Of a year without you
Was too much...
And, only a few bags left.
Clearly, someone else
Was missing you, too.
Candy corn cravings
They come...
Earlier and earlier
Each and every fall.
There was no stopping them
Or me...
Nibbling, nibbling.
At the white...
At the orange...
Then the yellow...
Savoring, savoring.
Your smoothness.
Your sweet, creamy flavor.
Nibbling, nibbling.
Until I was left with
Nothing but crumbs,
Empty hands
And twelve more months
Of candy corn cravings...
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September 15, 2022
Scottish Arbroath smokies
Slow cooked Irish stew
Cornish pastie in gravy
A Welsh rarebit
Cerphilly cheese scones
Drambuie
Aye!
While candles tease with an enraptured need,
two figures slither as midnight exalts
an urge to imbue passion, they concede--
to rhapsody of lark which never halts
a slow-burn desire when waxed limbs entwine ;
opening caves of souls… fluid balm drips
upon thrilled gasps, long no more to decline
summer’s heat, dizzy like kiln of fired lips:
Fulfilling magic spells in glorious tints
such appetite roams to covet a lair
till peaks of delight ease long hours’ imprints
caressing glides of their flamed love affair.
Blitheness twirls, swirls around an earnest noon--
Relishing the potion of honeymoon.
Summer Heat Contest of John Hamilton
~ With slight revisions after posting~
6/12/2020
“Are you aware of human cravings?”
bursts out my grandpa, lips shaking
“Cravings, cravings for everything humans do!
Drink all beers as fish in water
Elope all queens as a bull in a kraal
Fight for; get all riches and be filthy rich
Give all titles, let them dangle as mangoes
Have all honey, bathe in as flies do
In the hand, give all powers of the land
Jeeps, all models pick and give
Knock out all rivals, get all medals
Lust, love, crave, crave day in day out
Material wealth, pleasure, power are emptiness
Nothing material satisfies human cravings
Open eyes, poke your nose, and erect your ears
People living on earth fight, struggle, kill
Quick they are to grab as cats grab rats
Reach their graves and you find nothing
Step in heaven, hell and you find nothing
Tour purgatory and you find nothing
Up in clouds search and you find nothing
Verily, verily cravings are spiritual
What is material can’t satisfy the spiritual
Xavier, listen; craving is empty project.”
Lack of love
Has really got me thinking
I soothe my sexual cravings
By resorting to drinking
Water, Smirnoff
Hurricane and ever clear
The sexual craving
Within my conscience will never clear
Always will be fogged up
Clogged up I my mind
Drawback symptoms from a choice
Of leaving that life behind
But I want to drawback my symptoms
Because I fail to find
A thorough working method
Now I wish to decline
A decision
That was made
When I promised to stand in my beliefs
But I want 1 more chance
To have sexual relief
Good grief
A thief stole my sexual ambition
Frustration and low blood pressure
Because I am need of sexual nutrition
Listen to the mission
That I am about to fail
I once vowed that
My body wasn’t for sale
I am frail
Some would say I am weak
I am going over the edge
And I have reached the peak
But I gotta persevere
And stop misbehaving
Sit tight buckle down
And control my sexual cravings
Culinary cravings
Extraordinary rare
Sleepy Mom found in her baby
~ Spaghetti in her hair
Cravings cause our souls to lie
To become possessed by our possessions
They drive us
Restricting any peace
Reduce and simplify all things
Aligning them to our conditions
They’re a robe, richly colored
A garment for our minds
Enveloping our sense of reality
Unfeeling, cheap costume coverings
Their very nature, deception
Pretending to be what we’re not
A self inflicted blindness
Blocking the reason for our lives
© Copyrights G. Jones 2007