Best Ice Cream Sundae Poems
One ice cream sundae
Swirled with whipped cream and a cherry on the top
Sitting temptingly in a tall glass
But you were out of reach
I could see you through the window of the restaurant
Melting away in front of my eyes
Like your life was ebbing away from you
With creamy liquid tears running down the side of the glass
Over time the cherry sank deeper into the velvety fluid
Until it disappeared into the thick goo
It’s blushing red cheek barely visible at the bottom of the goblet ...
ONE fire alarm spoiling one perfect moment
This is a true story – it happened on 5th September!
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Earth, sun, and water
Like home made ice cream sundae
Melting together
Ice-cream Flavors
For a taste of ice-cream flavors
let's start with chocolate
A dip into the world of love
with a sense of tingle from above
Vanilla brings a sweetness to the tongue
and turns upside down every single frown
Take a deep breath in every bite
for butterscotch ice-cream is just right
Take a dance in the milky way
as you taste a caramel ice-cream sundae
Taste all the flavors on your tongue
take a plunge in each world
a dance in each town
Each taste is unique
with its own special spark
a yummy little thing
that brings you out of the dark.
Friday Night Dinners
Waiting in line
Table for five
Peanuts on floor
Country songs blaring
Crazy loud voices
Time to dine
Bottle of beer
Bread and butter
Petite filet rare
Loaded baked potato
Extra sour cream
Crisp Cesar salad
Ice cream sundae
Time to go
Kisses and hugs………
Life is good
A Yummy Sundae Afternoon
My tongue anticipates ice cream sundae
But do never indulge on a Monday
For that's the day the diet starts afore
Tuesday when diets fly out through the door.
I drool o'er yummy ice cream on my tongue
Thoughts of the tasty dish makes me so long
For strawberries served at afternoon tea
In a gooey knickerbocker glory.
With chopped nuts sprinkled and strawberry sauce
Those ice cream sundaes could win an award
With me they would be scored top of the pops
I am an expert as I devour lots.
Summer parties do well serving ice cream
Strawberries and chilled wine, truly a dream
With music, dancing, a natter and fun
Bringing magic moments beneath the sun.
Betwixt lucky lips my eager tongue licks
A mouth watering afternoon dish fix.
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1st July 2022
My old gran had an ice cream van
And a bright green cape and a madcap plan
She’s out to save her fellow man
And with her walking frame, she can
Each night she prowls the felon’s range
Disturbing owls and foxes
She takes the van so she can change
For there are no phone boxes
She parks up at the end of night
And hobbles home by day’s first light
Today she caught a mugger’s sight
Who mocked my Gran’s heroic fight
‘Fighting crime is not a game
You’re just some soppy, daft old, dame
You’re leaning on that walking frame
To get some place or other.
‘Without your cape you’ve no disguise
Without your mask over your eyes
It might be wise to realise
You’re just some kid’s grandmother.’
Grandma raised her walking frame
Toward from where the voice had came
She asked the thug, ‘Have you no shame?’
And with her walking frame, took aim
One leg sprayed out chocolate sauce
Another leg sprayed sprinkles
Then Grandma pressed a button
And her van played tuneful tinkles
She gave the thug a wily grin
‘You’ll get the slammer some day
But today I’ve turned you in…
to an ice cream sundae.’
My bike was transportation; Mom didn’t drive
But sometimes I sped off on an adventure
To Telegraph Hill the miles were only five
Big sis and I made the ride a joint venture
What she didn’t know was the trek was uphill
Although one could coast nearly all the way back
The journey before us sis tried to fulfill
Red faced, she screamed, “I’m having a heart attack!”
“Keep pedaling,” I said, “we’ve two miles to go.”
It was then we made the ice cream sundae bet
The last one home would have to shell out the dough
By determination my sis was beset
At the top of the hill I took a brief rest
I looked down the long road; sis was not in sight
I was just eleven and filled with such zest
The exhilarating ride gave me delight
Far down the road, sis was attempting to ride
Her pace was slow; on her face was a scowl
I called to her, “Hey, just put the bet aside!”
She was closer now; I thought I heard her growl
Eleven years older, she’d something to prove
Heading back I soared past her down the steep hill
When my sis reached the top, she could barely move
More than a ride, this was a test of her will
About an hour after I arrived at home
I washed up and changed for my big ice cream treat
She came into view; in her mouth I saw foam
Sis was walking her bike, her trip incomplete
At age twenty-two, she collapsed in the yard
Mumbling something about sibling rivalry
She’d never dreamed a ten-mile trip would be hard
Mom tried to take her to the infirmary
The sundae? It was yummy, but sweeter still
Was beating my over-confident sister
My big sis had failed in this arduous drill
Her aches told me this ride would not reoccur
*Entry for Gwen’s “My Bicycle” contest. (True Story)
Does anyone truly know how far it is to travel to heaven?
Have you ever counted the steps to get there?
I have traveled there many times in my sleep
I am a regular guest in the throne room
Here is what I can tell you regarding the answer to this question
Heaven is a hop skip and a jump away from right where you are
It is a pebble’s throw across the river bank
It is a spit across the crick if you are a southerner
And it is a song’s prelude if you are a conductor
Heaven is merely a thought away
If you are walking in the Spirit you are already there
You close your eyes and you can see things you never could have imagined
There is a curtain in the spiritual realm
All you have to do is believe and with your prayers take your hand and push it aside
Then you can see
The key is believing
Have faith that you are there and BAM you are there!
Heaven is not an eternity away as many great authors have concluded
Heaven is in the palm of your hand
It is like a soft kiss on a most distressing day
It is the cherry on top of a warm ice cream Sundae
Heaven is almost everything you can imagine and even more than that when you stretch your imagination
Heaven is truly a heartbeat away!
Gwendolen Rix
12-18-14
It’s another school day and it’s another panic attack
I see my old best friends nails digging in her boyfriend’s back
Recalling bathroom braids and kitchen raids
Experimental aide, sharing shitty grades
Now she’s trying hard to look great
Even though I’d love her all the same
Without that stupid fake **** on her face
her childhood lips are caught in a mid-ice cream sundae
My body sits across and there goes a decade
My will decays
The more I think
It’s another Saturday and more heavy make out sessions
I hold a plastic knife to my throat
And play pretend just to get a reaction
You wrapped my arm
You said my name
More false alarms
Then walked away
And that pissed me off
There’s no one else to blame
I will decay
The more i’m awake
I can’t believe today that I broke my wrist!
And I can’t push the button for the cream that’s whipped
How am I to eat an ice cream sundae?
Without that white topping that brings it thunder
And what am I to do when I want some jello?
Cause on top of that dessert whip cream is stellar
Oh woe is me now that I broke my wrist!
I can’t get the cap off since it needs a twist
Maybe I can borrow you for this?
Then together we can dream of ice cream bliss
He served me up an ice cream sundae on a trey,
with only one cherry on top to my dismay,
instead asked the maitre dee for a parfait,
he said roger that I'll bring it back with no delay,
And while at the cafe I overheard a lady saying she wanted to sue,
angry about the dry cleaners ruining her rose suit,
I just went about my way the story getting harry,
next thing I knew my boyfriend asked me to mary me,
We ended up getting married on a summer's eve,
but my new husbands colin burst when he let out a sneeze,
using a philips screwdriver that was up my sleeve,
we put it back now intact with one les bill to grieve,
Then later I managed to get stuck in the john,
my husband jimmied the lock and I was gone,
soon things started to get back to newlywed norm,
each day waking up for our jobs at the break of dawn,
Afterwards for 9 months ate nothing but pickles and candy,
suddenly I felt my luke warm water break which was jim dandy,
now baby makes three which means more to cary,
along with our pet tomcat whom we named scaredy.
11-10-16
Use to be big as a whale, jail of shopping spree's. Too big to feel confident and have a
high self esteem. The beam of being accepted , broke a long time ago. Lets go back to when
I was small and all was good. Now I'm bigger than a hood of a car. And there you are... a
perfect size five but in my eyes, you look like a size one. Done being this way, i want to
change. So we aim for the best and let the rest fall into place. The race to thin, before
its too late....don't need that last plate. Throwing up what i ate, with regrets of eating
it. Not willing to quite and give in. I want to get rid of this double chin. Getting it
in, all this fat, into one pair of slacks. Acting like I'm okay but today i crack. Every
harsh name i was called is remembered, every piece of food that i touched my fingers form
tears, every sugar filled soda, provides a sniffle. Every ice cream sundae, provides a
throbbing reality check. Will i stand strong or become a wreck?
(Dedicated to every person ever teased for their weight)
A Knickerbocker Glory please
Was always his reply
He loved this ice cream sundae
Waited patiently as it was made
He loved the cream
He loved the fruit
He loved the sprinkles too
but his favourite was the cherry
perched on top ~ bright red and new
He carefully ate around it
taking only from the side
At times it would get buried
and sometimes it would hide
But on this day
this fateful day
faster than the speed of light
a seagull swooped
gave out a shriek
and snatched the cherry
with his vicious beak
Swallowed in one
the evil deed done
The moral of this story
to eat a Knickerbocker Glory
is to eat your cherry first
now his target it has gone
So that pesky greedy seagull
is now likely to move on
There is really nothing worse
than to fly into a glass headfirst
your head will be stuck fast
your last breathe will be a gasp
suffocation ~ asphyxiation
death by Knickerbocker Glory
now that would be a gory story...
Written 25th August 2019 after witnessing a rather similar scenario as a man was fighting off marauding seagulls, whilst trying to eat his KBG, haha...
Contest Strand Choice G
Sponsor Brian Strand
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Ice cream sundae
on our steamy honeymoon
Strawberries on top
Hell! we don’t need no spoon
Shared between our Tongues
salves those shrivelled prunes
God! she’s one sweet Dish
and it’s still only Afternoon
I scream Sunday!
on this torrid day in June
Ice Cream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
06/22/22
Fades strong air away
Nose counts memories
It's an ice-cream sundae
Normally full of calories
Hope that's hiding itself
Resistance of sorrows
Woos that very thief
Clinging new morrows.
Virus that itself clones
Loves its own antidotes.
Melody of seven strings
Just a joining of rings.
A broken sole fellow
Searches for the hollow
Touching every wounds
Those are not healing
That desired sounds
Me and you counting
Feeling of togetherness
In eternity encompasses.