Best Sour Poems

Sour Fantasy…

I saw you there passing by.
   Walking graceful, kind of shy.
Body gorgeous angel face,
   Hair was so long, dim the sky.
Breasts like lemons marble legs,
   Rosy lips with tender thigh.
Looked at me with eyes so blue,
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We sat upon the rocks, my love and I

Atop Mount Cadillac, there by the sea

And as a doubloon sun slid down the sky

I asked her, with my ring, to marry me


Now it was not to her, complete surprise

For we had often talked of marriage, soon

Yet...

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I penned a great poem for a contest
Glowing comments stated it should place high
When winners appeared I became distressed
I'd failed to place and released a sad sigh  
 
I silently seethed, didn’t breathe a word,
I held back tears, eyes started to glisten
The placing by...

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Lemons make you pucker
If you bite into their pulp.
Limes produce a juice to make you
Grimace as you gulp.

Other fruits are bitter
But there’s one with no escapes
And you can tell, by someone’s face,
Who’s eaten sour grapes.

Those who have partaken often
Find someone to blame.
Others have it in...

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Astonished and amazed, 
confused and turned
Some will leave a caring comment 
and still get burned

I guess vile is vile, 
always offended by something good	
Some people don’t show their appreciation, 
quite like they should

If you don’t want any comments, 
then turn that little feature off
It’s rude...

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Lemonade drips on her cracked freckled lips,
I was studying the way that she speaks,
Her tone got rough, like she's had enough,
she was tired of amusing the freaks.
Her eyes were aged like a sage in deep study,
I was drowning in the wisdom of word,
the moment came,...

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There was a time when 
pleasure came on the tip of a tongue.
When fear fled and the senses
did indulge.

Though visions dim and
sound distorts, dismays…
the tang of sweet and sour stay
abides within the aged form
in figureless grace.

Released are we aged crones and cronies
no longer the baited...

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A frequent favor is soon a debt:
It makes cupped hands close into fists.
Now that my hands are empty,
I see your breast heave with cold dark clouds—
A sure sign of the storm to come.
A pool of slime gathers in your eyes 
That just yesterday were wide...

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I know the words you use to slander me.
Your slurs mar your own virtue, not my hue. 
You slam to smear cloud fuzz on your heart’s plea
that once upon a joy, sought my “I do.”

We loved with our best try for many years,
We merged a...

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First they’re sour then they’re sweet
Watermelon taste
They come in different colors
A chewy mouthful
I can eat them all
By myself
Mmm





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Inspired by Laura Mckenzie's
-Sweet Treat Contest-...

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‘Is love not bitter’? I repeat once again,
‘Think with your brain ’it can make you insane.

Rejection pierces my heart like a sharp sword,
Makes me move faster and slower than old ford.

Pain grips my heart with hand of stainless steel ,
Love poisoned my mind which makes...

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Good
        generous, sweet
    giving, loving, caring
 affection, devotion, greed, disdain
   hurting,, hating, deceiving
    thoughtless, abrupt
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Real Title: Words of a Sweet and Sour "Mom"
(the title heading won't take quotation  marks
and other special characters, a thing I find most 
irritating because a title can really lose its effect
without these things!)

“You MUST call me Mom”
not such a bad thing to ask...

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In the beginning,
The flowers blossom
In summers and dance always
In playful gesture at buzzing noises
Of bees that never get wary
Of playing the happy music
To cheer the hospitable host.

The flowers never worried
Of winter their natural spell,
For there will always be
Other summers to welcome the bees.
For all was...

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The teen’s face beamed with pride in his new car,
But Bestie exploded in jealous rage.
His reluctant congrats, a lame sidebar;
“I’d simply rather walk”— framed his outrage.

On Friday she failed the entrance exam,
Going to college, now holds no desire,
Higher education—a real flimflam,
she declared, all she’d felt...

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