Best Tart Poems
It’s just an illusion
that softly stirs sadness within my broken heart’s
confusion.
I have been tricked.
I'm seduced by the Queen of Tarts -
and pricked.
Voodoo
casts magic darts -
you.
It’s just an illusion,
I'm seduced by the Queen of Tarts -
you.
Simply delightful
Just like trifle
Sticky Toffee
Or even banoffee
New York baked
Yummy carrot cake
But you can't beat the sugary taste
That sticks to your lips and clings to your waist,
Of the lushness of strawberry tart
Tingling your tongue and melting your heart
Crumbling of pastry, licking of cream
Juicy bite of strawberry, heavenly dream
23 Oct 2015
pull my velvet
strings
and I'll sing
crushing lines
of our
cherry filled
lives
Tanya Harrington
Septolet the Puppet Contest
9-23-2012
The posh Tart.
She, an old fashioned girl, when walking past me
dropped her handkerchief, gallantly I picked it up.
and hand it to her, it was scented and had enticing
aroma of womanhood. Said her price and my face
fell into the street where it was dragged along by
a cleaning car. She didn´t look that way- short skirt
beret and red handbag-. Said she only picked up
gentlemen, I was going home from a literary party
consisting of pork pie, hot air and warm red wine.
I walked into a bar, had a double whisky thought
about what she had said… calling me a gentleman.
From the inside of the bar I saw her drop her silk
hankie again, like bait, this time she caught a fish
and off they went to make posh love, I marveled
over my everlasting naivety and wondered if she
called him a gentleman too.
This man that comes from Larts
He made some extraordinary tarts
Customers ate then in haste
Not a piece went to waste
Secretly seasoned with garlic and cheddar farts
There was a ripe randy old tart
when kissing her John she did fart
that's nothing she said
'cause he wets the bed
Who cares it's all ala carte!
Polly your a tart
and I knew it from the start
the quake in your bake is a major mistake
No offence can be your defense
or shake and remake that you're FAKE
So I know you'll understand
if I just vote for the MAN...
although now that I say it ...not so sure I can play it
cause his face is too tan and his nature....
not bland
The danger is real
takes no scientist to feel
that a bombing in the end
does not peace defend
Polly,
A winner you are not!
but let's retie the knot!
I will vote yes for you -my political ****
cause the other guys ....a full blown Earth endangering nut
Tarts
Chorus
You are not the tart, but I am
For am sweet and exciting
I am indeed the tart, for am exciting and sweeteee
Sweetness of bitter-leaf is the antithesis of nature,
Lacks the wherewithal to counsel bee-stung hunter
Of the sweetness filled in the honeycomb chambers,
Chorus
You are not the tart, but I am
For am sweet and exciting
I am indeed the tart, for am exciting and sweeteee
And nothing could prepare the fresh-married virgin
For the excitement of climaxes, when the beginning
Was an anticlimax of pain and blood and in-depth
Chorus
You are not the tart, but I am
For am sweet and exciting
I am indeed the tart, for am exciting and sweeteee
But the real joy only comes when their is a blossoming ,
And their is enduring fruitfulness and life limitless,
The beauty and passion and playful tantrums of togetherness.
Chorus
You are not the tart, but I am
For am sweet and exciting
I am indeed the tart, for am exciting and sweeteee
A little of 3 ( sweet, tart, and insanely brilliant)
the fruitcakes of our world know much, yet we deem them crazy
The fine line between sanity and insanity has been crossed
we now no longer know who is a doctor, who is a quack
I watched her bury stones inside the earth
all over the grounds of our complex
She spoke to herself and she spoke to the aliens
God help her, one more complaint and they'd lock her up
I went home to a sane house of quiet, and kneeled
God give me the strength to survive one more day
Then I buried my amethyst deep in the soil
like the sweet tart had shown me,
Insanely Brilliant !
A bakery box was waiting
When my key unlocked the door.
Today’s the day of Valentines –
I knew what it was for.
I slit it open, took a look
And broke into a grin,
For something that I truly love
Was nestled there within.
It was a heart-shaped cookie,
Filled with berry jam inside.
For you who know me oh so well
Knew just what to provide.
I will indulge tonight and eat
This lovely Linzer tart,
A perfect symbol of the reason
That you stole my heart.
The white and pink strawberry filled cake
Is served with red velvet cupcakes
In the social gathering
When the bride and groom share
An immense joy with
Their relatives
And friends as
Tart is
Sliced
3-11-2016
There was but one
dark chocolate tart
left in the silver tray
It’s cherry, pinched by passersby
so early in the day
Its dreams were dashed
as it could see
the softly dimming light
meant that the little bakery
was closing for the night
It longed, just to be purchased
A cream filled destiny
But all was lost, it seemed
as there was little hope, you see
Though thoroughly delicious
and still a work of art
No one seems to care about
another stale old tart
pigeon tart pecked at a red M&M
her head feathers became a fiery blend
the poets were shocked and confused
while scratching the head of their muse
What happens if she pecks a green M&M
You broken my heart
Before we could even start.
You seen my feelings
As objects, pieces of art.
Your choice of words are so tart.