Best Crumb Poems
"HUNGRY GAMES"
"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~~ ?
by;PD
Abusive soul who tormented my heart
I didn’t wait for us to drift apart
I found inner strength at last
So don’t look at me aghast
You’re merely a crumb on my heart’s pie chart
A defumigator removed your scent
Into the trash all your hunting boots went
And those ghastly deer “trophies”
Ablaze with your spoiled green cheese
Your firearms too in the bonfire were sent
Valentine, let me give it to you straight
Goodwill came by for the very last crate
Maker’s Mark* for the homeless
Now that’s ironic justice
Hope your new home in the tent is just great
You wrecked my car and destroyed my credit
So you got off easy from where I sit
Not that you had much to lose
Just hair, weight, someone to use
Cupid aims, may your hemorrhoids get hit!
*Maker’s Mark is expensive whiskey
Entry for Sidney~Lee Ann’s valentine to an ex-lover contest
Written January 17, 2012
I am a mouse
From my house
I can spy......
A huge piece of cheese
Well its huge to me
I am a cat
From my mat
I can spy.....
A crumb of cheese
Wheres that mouse, I cannot see
I am that mouse
Waiting patiently
For that cat .....
To take a nap
So the cheese i can trap
I am that cat
Going to nap
Go ahead mouse ....
Go take the cheese
Eat in your house
Cos I am a tooo lazy cat and much toooo fat that loves to nap.
Cheese is yuck and so are mice, so neither entice.
(Happiness is a warm gun- John Lennon)
When someone CALLED me very dumb
I felt as tiny as a CRUMB
I never played those CHILDHOOD games
That's no reason to CALL me names
CLEARLY, they all have picked on me
I'm mentally CHALLENGED, you see
I go to a COUNSELOR, now
To CURVE the way I think, somehow
All those CREEPS, I hate them all- still
I didn't need a CHILL-OUT pill
I just needed a CARING friend
To stop the CRUELNESS- make it end
Ev'ry day and night, I still CRY
So, if you all CAN'T wonder why
My CHOSEN words, with my last breath
Bullying, is what CAUSED my death
C Form-Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
1/15/2022
The Grand Old Dame sat at the table
with cream on the corner of her mouth
from a donut she ate as she sat in her chair
and a coffee she held in her shaking hand
A ribbon and pink visor donned her head
and a reddish hue sprinkled with white
was the color of her coiffured hair
reflecting from a ceiling light
from a diner in the urban night
At one time she was the elite
the meat
of notoriety of a certain group of society
where decisions were made
by a select few
Whom the masses never knew
that shaped the way the world would turn
The hand that shook once kissed by royalty
now wizened and palsied
picked up a crumb and stared at it
as if it were a gem
the jewels amassed as she recalled
in times of wealth
She placed the crumb in her mouth
and conjured up tastes when her palate was young
the delicate meats, the caviar
her suite in Paris
her gentleman friends
But all is gone now
Oh dear, she laments,oh dear
then she rises from the table and stands erect
befitting her character
and leaves the contents on the table
and the past behind
Ralph Sergi contest: NEW POETS OF SOUP 11/26/2013
The Crumb
The Grand Old Dame sat at the table
With cream on the corner of her mouth
From a donut she ate
And a coffee in her shaking hand
A white visor donned her head
And red sprinkled with white
Was the color of her hair
Reflecting from a foggy light
From the ceiling in a dirty diner
At one time she was the elite
The meat
Of notoriety of a select group of society
Where decisions were made
By a select few
Whom the masses never knew
That shaped the way the world would turn
The hand that shook once kissed by royalty
Now wizened and palsied
Picked up a crumb and stared at it
As if it were a gem
The jewels amassed as she recalled
in times of wealth
she placed the crumb in her mouth
and conjured up tastes
when her palate was young
the delicate meats, the caviar
her suite in Paris
her gentleman friends
But all is gone now
Oh dear, she laments, oh dear
Then she rises from the table and stands erect
Befitting her character
And leaves the contents on the table
And the past behind
June 23, 2003 (Movin’ to Florida)
© Ralph Sergi
Osama Bin Laden, hiding is he,
not like a man but like a flea.
Long it won't be till he is found,
Americans are, the "True Blood Hounds,"
Another coward like Houssein,
will be captured and refrained.
Thinking himself invincible,
eventually he will take a fall.
Smile's they wear on their face,
a frown will soon take it's place.
Like the desserts sand of wind gust,
you'll crumble, Bin Laden, back into dust.
Only the good enter God's gate,
in his line, don't dare wait!
You've earned your grade very well,
your graduation day is Hell.
The Red, White and Blue still waves,
standing for the free and the brave.
They'll take you down, our heroes,
and that's how this American Story goes!
It fell from the masters table.
Pets would snaffle it if able.
"Why!,' yelled the master, 'are you dumb?
You grapple over one mere crumb!
You both have big bowls full of food.
You're so ungrateful! That's just rude.
Nevertheless, you mortal things,
So much joy your company brings."
The dogs wag their tails happily.
They play and jump with child like glee.
What would man do without his friend?
With whom would precious time he'd spend?
Ponder this and your rage will numb
When your dog takes away your crumb.
These furry friends enrich our life.
They comfort us in times of strife.
Written 13th January 2022
For the C Forms - Couplet contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Abusive soul who tormented my heart
I didn’t wait for us to drift apart
I found inner strength at last
So don’t look at me aghast
You’re merely a crumb on my heart’s pie chart
A defumigator removed your scent
Into the trash all your hunting boots went
And those ghastly deer “trophies”
Ablaze with your spoiled green cheese
Your firearms too in the bonfire were sent
Valentine, let me give it to you straight
Goodwill came by for the very last crate
Maker’s Mark* for the homeless
Now that’s ironic justice
Hope your new home in the tent is just great
You wrecked my car and destroyed my credit
So you got off easy from where I sit
Not that you had much to lose
Just hair, weight, someone to use
Cupid aims, may your hemorrhoids get hit!
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2012
I faved this poem because it depicts Carolyn's unique style of writing and her witty humor.
It was for an ex-lover valentine contest, which she did place.
She won countless contests using various forms, she is a very talented and accomplished poet. Her poetry will forever live on, as she will in spirit form. I will miss you sweet angel.
*Image of Freed Fountain Pen by Pixabay.
Coffee Crumb Cake Critique
Coffee, dawn's waker-upper, cause to rhyme,
The second cup broadens your eyes, sublime,
Noontime, pot perking as penning moves on,
Performing phrases ... possessed noumenon,
Evetime trance poured milk and Kahlua,
Like Jericho's walls, pen falls ... Joshua.
2022 June 04
The Crumb
The Grand Old Dame sat at the table
With cream on the corner of her mouth
From a donut she ate
And a coffee in her shaking hand
A white visor donned her head
And red sprinkled with white
Was the color of her hair
Reflecting from a foggy light
From the ceiling of a dirty bar
At one time she was the elite
The meat
Of notoriety of a mysterious group of society
Where decisions were made
By a select few
Whom the masses never knew
That shaped the way the world would turn
The hand that shook once kissed by royalty
Now wizened and palsied
Picked up a crumb and stared at it
As if it were a gem
The jewels amassed as she recalled
in times of wealth
she placed the crumb in her mouth
and conjured up tastes
when her palate was young
the delicate meats, the caviar
her suite in Paris
her gentleman friends
But all is gone now
Oh dear, she laments, oh dear
Then she rises from the table and stands erect
Befitting her character
And leaves the contents on the table
And the past behind
The Creative Collective Anthology Series
Sponsored by Geraldine Taylor July 18. 2017
I've finally figured it out!
I really have!!
Why they call it crumb cake...
I should have known....
I was blind,
But now I see,
My wife Grace,
Told it to me!
Yes, It's amazing Grace...
Why it's called that...
It's because it tastes crummy.......
A crumb fell down from Henry's lunch
Onto the ground outside.
It soon attracted one small ant;
Perhaps he was the guide
For minutes later, all his friends
And relatives did show.
He'd spread the word but how he did it,
I will never know.
That little crumb made quite a feast
For every ant around
But how they heard about it
Is that part that does astound.
What will surely wash my sins all away?
Was it when Jesus died and which way?
Thorns on his head causing blood to shed,
And how many times Bible have often read.
How about wife and I when we would marry?
Bright eyed new born baby around she did carry;
All those Sundays that I had worshiped my Lord;
Times I rooted for my kid and team never scored.
It must have been when my wife and me
Asked God for sins to be removed and set free
And our faith in Him who we finally had found;
Songs wife sang in church and enjoyed each sound.
No wonder how happy we all have become;
Drank from cup of wine after eating each crumb;
When writing this poem, goose pimples I get;
God sent me many poems and won't have to fret.
God, You are incredible for this poem giving me;
Not only that, free without having charged a fee
When I write it will do like someone reassured
By having heard the Lord and His each word.
Wrote this right before Priest gave sermon about
even the dogs appreciate the crumbs from the
Lord's table who if you are able are supposed to
keep your elbows off of.
At the birth of every male child,
At his hair-cutting event styled,
At first birth-celebrations wild;
At his sister's ear-ring pomp, mild,
At school when their admissions filed,
Blasts the crumb, whole soul forces, piled...!
When enjoying a silent sleep,
When solemn meditation keep,
When, within, alone, cry or weep;
When as rituals blind-faiths, seep,
When in farms rich harvest we reap,
Roars the crumb of drum like bomb-heap...!
When boys go mystic in playground,
When girls hysterically bound,
When kith-and-kin awe-filled surround;
When moralists sow seeds so sound,
When, wildest of the wild gets crowned,
Booms crumbs of music; all get drowned...!
At great festivals of marriage,
At bride-groom's glamour-horse carriage,
At bride's courtyard like effleurage;
At death, with mourning, like steerage,
At mingle of broods like peerage,
Cracks crumbs with fullest coverage...
Crumb, for us, is not bomb or shell,
Nor any grand ancient witch-spell,
Nor blast of some planets far dwell;
It’s, loud noise pollution, like hell,
That, in truth, is a rude death-knell,
Though we cherish it like church-bell...
19 January 2022