Best Flavour Poems
The licks keep on coming but it doesn't taste the same
I'm just vanilla in The Rocky Road Hall of Shame
The bland mixed up and shaken
Watching other flavours get taken
Saturday night's best doesn't seem so great
Sitting on the overlook with me as your only date
Hot fudge and caramel a cherry on the top
It's nothing but madness, when will it ever stop
The cookies crumble and I hear them scream
While up on high I still chill with the cream
Let those chips lay down where they may
This all time original is here to stay
Categories:
flavour, analogy, assonance, confidence, depression,
Form:
Personification
Italian risotto
A welsh rarebit
Californian salad
with Hoolandaise sauce
Mandarin gateaux
with Swedish
Toast!
Categories:
flavour, food, places
Form:
Epulaeryu
The flavour sits inside my mouth and onions linger, waiting.
Am I hungry, am I waiting?
What I've eaten tastes amazing.
Eating more repeats the craving.
Salt and fat and sugar bits, a feast of nibbles keep me waiting.
What to do and what to chew? It’s never ending sating.
Is my gut decided yet? How can I stop eating?
Maybe I should drink a lick and make it quick, so feeling fat won't stick.
Eating, eating all day long, will it make me sick?
What to do and what to chew? I'm not hungry, I’m just craving! Flavours waiting!
I can sit and savour this, observing, slowing, pausing time, and writing it in rhyme.
Categories:
flavour, addiction, desire, food, repetition,
Form:
Hey babe, what flavor cookie are you?
Chocolate chip, sugar or raisin to name a few
I'd guess sugar
Sweet and demure
What a charmer but that I already knew
Categories:
flavour, cheer up,
Form:
Limerick
Where is the flavour,
That we used to savour,
Many years ago
Ripe, juicy peaches,
Apricots and plums
That made flavourful preserves
They were made by many mums.
Gooseberries and Raspberries,
Black and redcurrants too
Succulent, Apples, Pears and oranges
To name just a few
Make sure you have a handkerchief,
To mop up the dribble from your chin,
Nearly every home grew fruit trees
Not to would be a sin
Home produce is healthy,
Picked from trees and dug from Earth,
The labour was rewarding,
It most certainly was worth
The effort to provide
Nutrition for the family
To keep them healthy,
And survive,
Processed food was minimal,
When I was a little girl,
Too much of it is criminal
It makes my stomach curl,
Packets of seeds and granules
A lousy excuse for food
The advertising is misleading,
It states the contents are good
I try to steer clear of them.
And confident others should.
I miss the aromas that seemed,
To be more pungent in the past,
The flavours in fresh food
And the satisfying tastes that last,
I feel a lot of flavours worldwide have left
Please bring back taste and flavour.
Before, it becomes bereft.
Categories:
flavour, 10th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
On a recent Monday,
at
an ice cream parlor
I found
chunky pieces of clay,
in my
olde fashion sundae,
that weighed
like a tonne of bricks.
As I excavated
with my wooden spoon
I found crumbs
of an asphalt driveway
with a blond toupee
and three tokens
for the New York
Tokyo and Montreal subway.
Several inches further
I discover racecar pj’s
with toes
in full decay.
Swollen green
blue
red
yellow
black
purple
white
gold
bronze toes
laid on top
of a half cooked stingray.
Even my slush
had undergone
metamorphosis.
It contained
an unlikely flavour.
Instead
of a flavourful
cherry slush,
the drink was
thicker than usual.
I found
my entire cup
was filled with
``Grade F``
dog and horse pooh.
This encounter with
the weird and the bizzare
has taught me,
to take caution
when something
is
free.
Categories:
flavour, food, funny, urban,
Form:
Free verse
ABUSER BEAN
Morning beams to light addiction
Brewing needs to a daily fatigued affliction
Dark brown beans of caffeine cupped in ceramic
Without brew: seems I’ll go manic
Vapour breathing cup of fragranced mist
Beckons to needy lips in frantic caffeine list
Odours burnt, smoky and oaky teasing steady sips
Frenzy of buzzing bliss on my coffee trips
Bottled, tinned or cupped I’ll keep my stash
Never to withdraw in a buzzing crash
Never fret to fill my cup
Why wait, just Fill it up
Each time alight the kettle, another hit
Whenever I please, I’ll settle to quit
In any aching addict, a heart lies thirsting
An empty cup forever searching
-Rickus Viljoen
@Facebook: Mr Writes
Categories:
flavour, abuse, addiction, career, good
Form:
Rhyme
Anyone for tennis and cucumber sandwiches?
Gelati and strawberry ice-cream birthday cake.
Six love, was a surprise ,set,game and match
Sing "Happy Birthday" opening many presents.
Heavenly chocolate, smooth and rich favour..
Friends , Cake and biscuits for Afternoon Tea.
Deep, roasted Coffee, Kahlua and cream..with
Sweet vanilla sugar...I shall always savour
What a beautiful sun-dappled lazy afternoon...
Family,friends,tennis,presents + Tiramasu.
Categories:
flavour, food, sports,
Form:
Verse
A cup of coffee please
Cappuccino
Latte
Unknown
What's the additions
Coffee O, no addition
With creamer
With milk
With sugar
With Milo
What's the difference
Plain bitter
Less sweet
Sweet
Mixed
And what will you ask for life
Sweet, sweetest, never bitter of course
You can prepare your own coffee
To your flavours
With a coffee maker maybe
All the ways to please yourself
But life is different
You only enjoy a cup of coffee
During leisure
You would numb yourself with a cup of coffee
During disappointments
And maybe coffee is the only friend
That always understands your feelings
Categories:
flavour, depression, feelings, joy, life,
Form:
Free verse
Winter is gone now;
Small buds in Earth's womb,
With their red, blue heads,
Proclaim she's pregnant
After a long time.
Mating with sky,
And April rain,
She derives joy
In giving birth.
Fertile smell,
Sweet and mild
Pervades me.
Eyes touch
New leaves,
Dozed.
Date: 12th April, 2019.
Contest name :Diminished Hexaverse Contest About Spring Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger.
Categories:
flavour, nature,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
The ice cream shop has many favours
originate in Italy as Gelato it's named
many Italians took it across the world
now on our fat, it's to be blames
My personal favourite is hard to find
so many shops just don't have it
only a select few keep it in stock
but I keep looking never will quit
Pure beautiful delightful so divine
just a few names it's truly deserving
coconut so full of flavour
in my mind, it's the Gelato king
Kids love ice cream so much
whether it be a wafer, '99 or cone
but we're all little children at heart
we all love that cold effect every part
what a thrill to find my coconut
two large scoops so full of taste
creamy with little coconut nuggets
take it slowly every drop don't haste
Categories:
flavour, cool, life, sweet,
Form:
Rhyme
It's the greatest ice-cream in the land,
the Knickerbocker Glory is regal and grand.
all the other ones are inferior and bland,
It's the Knickerbocker i'll devour with spoon in hand.
You can have your rum & raisin, vanilla or mint with choc-chips,
the Knickerbocker Glory is the only one to pass my lips.
Forget your strawberry, chocolate, served with flakes, syrup or dips,
I'm off to the hotel again, I love my Knickerbocker trips.
The Knickerbocker is glorious, it really is the best,
there's none comes close, it's better than the rest.
forget your banana, your bubblegum or lemony zest,
I'll only entertain the Knickerbocker Glory, that I will attest.
The Knickerbocker Glory is simply a visual sensation,
It's famous and loved across the whole nation.
The Knickerbocker Glory is voted #1 by the population,
It's Knickerbocker-glorious, the greatest ice-cream creation.
Categories:
flavour, appreciation, food, fun, happiness,
Form:
Rhyme
We love those church bells,
do we not? Such chimes, such rings!
Are you a churchy type?
Or, like me, are you not?
Those bells we hear here
do have a rather angelic sound
(though, as we know, there are no angels).
But what a voice they have, those bells.
You don't do church, then -
like me and so many others?
But almost supersonic, those rings -
chimes that are quite a joy.
And they do bring to us
a historical flavour.
It enters our ears and hearts,
enters our ears and minds.
You have no religion, then -
that old-fashioned, out-of-date stuff?
Yet those bells send a sweet tang, zing,
almost a poignancy - sometimes sorrow, often happiness.
Ah, yes, we stand at that west end,
absorb those bells, that zing, that flavour.
We almost drink them, wear them -
yes, cherish and wear those rings.
(30 Dec 2022)
Categories:
flavour, atheist, feelings, history, joy,
Form:
Free verse
Hey babe, what flavor cookie are you?
Chocolate chip, sugar or raisin to name a few
I'd guess sugar
Sweet and demure
What a charmer but that I already knew
Categories:
flavour, sweet,
Form:
Limerick
Somebody said an odd thing today,
Something I think’s a bit strange,
About how blah and lame we seem around here,
How things have never seen change,
They said we’re vanilla, as though that is bad,
As though that is some kind of fault,
They implied that vanilla is a boring old flavour,
Not as good as chocolate or malt,
But I love vanilla on all that I drink,
I love vanilla, on a whim, anywhere,
I think vanilla is a most flavoursome drink,
Adding a fluff of flavour and flair,
As a matter of fact I think it rocks on,
I think it’s the flavour of choice,
So when people say we’re vanilla as hell,
I stand up and begin to rejoice.
Categories:
flavour, happy, perspective,
Form:
Quatrain