Best Molasses Poems

"Black Molasses"



Black Molasses 
holds to ransom 
footprints 
sucked into 
Tropic of Capricorn mud
as bushfires bleed
sugar from cane
like molten glucose 
shot into the veins
of Mother Earth gone all
libertine sour 
like Lemon Grass
crushed and burnt 
acrid smoke inhaled
through the flaring nostrils 
of brumbies running wild
coats the colour...

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nicotine stained fingers
tap ashes
into a shot glass half
full of midnight molasses
amber buzz in my
bones
watching from across the room
she knows i got a jones
she got a body i want
to own
lickin, my lips- lettin' her know
i'm full grown
just sittin' here tryin'
to get my lie together
i ain't gonna...

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The jar tips over,
black syrup spilling across the floor,
slow as grief.
I try to mop it up,
but it clings to everything—
the tiles, my hands,
the soles of my feet.

By the time the floor is clean,
the room smells like a funeral— 
but I have it on good authority...

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Ice cream and water
Why, even bother
Cinnamon peanut, butter
Fresh churn collards
what is the purpose of man
Cooking in saucepans
On the stoves and. . .
candy under the iron
flavored running water, (nobody's trying)
who'd taught us?
taught us
Spring not a well
Floured fishes
Like golden fishes
Pepperidge Farm Goldfish
wHo placed the Carmel on the...

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When all the bells
And all the whistles
Are packed away
And put back in their wrappers
Where is my wandering attention bound to go
Faced with the prospect of entering another cold winter season
With no sun to heal these festering lesions
And I am not saying life is all bad
Rather...

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My lips drip molasses as thick as the blood that flows through me. I am seasoned to perfection delighting in my appetite. Bittersweet sonnets play in the backroom as I revel delicacies. The night shows suspense as i lay on my bed,curtains swaying with the...

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Preheat quite low, wee pinch for color flow

A  little  bit  of  molasses  dripped   slow,

with  a  bit  of  lemon and  watch  skin  glow.

Sprinkle cayenne pepper for warmth and blow.

Strike lite blows, cream...

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hope for my cure flowing like molasses . . .feeling now nearly tapped out


Aug 25, 2020 for Silent One's "When Plans Dont Go To Plan" Poetry Contest...

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She’s a tedious lecture after a heavy meal,
A glacier inching coolly toward the sea.
She’s sluggish and poky, a dawdling bore,
A long drawn-out adagio, a passive devotee.
She’s tardy in attendance, and belated, as a rule.
Her lethargic applications lack dispatch.
Her dilatory effort winds the thread around the...

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Grandma molasses is tasty
         I pour it onto pancakes
         Sometimes I have french toast
          I pour on the grandma molasses
...

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after taking classes
to make pancakes with molasses
we must move our asses

(while making advances)
(we were all aghast)
(were burned to ashes)
(against head bashes)
(have been on branches)
(cooked in clay by Cassius)
(we made mad dashes)
(elegant and enhances)
(eaten by Erasmus)
(received from a Fascist)
(found by Pope Francis)
(get to see the gashes)
(stuck...

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Boston’s deadly awful Molasses Flood happened in 1919.
It caught people unaware, they were floating in a stream.
Houses were crashing down, it was a horrible terrible scene.
Hundreds lost their lives, so could no longer live their dream....

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if i drank coffee
i'd ask her to come
swim in my cup

she's better then cane
better then maple
she's brown 

sugar...

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You Follow me home because I’m scared of strangers
I know what’s looming behind me
I know you carry a knife in your pocket
But it’s ok
only mysteries scare me

You Drown me in a bath
Than lay me out in the sun to dry
In the drip dried summer that...

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Lame lyrics of lost love penned by sweatered sirens
deep as divots, shallow as puddles
Doesn’t teenage angst get old by the time you’re thirty?
I’d think so, yet the lackeys lap it up like maple syrup
I derive my dirges from a deeper well
dredging the depths 
the abyss...

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