Best Tiramisu Poems
When the Goddess of aroma
graces my caffeinated soul,
her milky quartz crown
shines in shades
of ineffable pleasures.
Invigorating arabica stars within
my senses to rise
like steamy silhouettes~
laced in seraphic
aura of lotus chastity….
If coffee personifies
the electrifying taste
of my longing soul,
will fruity scents stir,
to evoke hidden
metaphors within this
mocha heart?
I’ll sketch
decaffeinated skies
with roasted beans
of brunette bliss.
Let colors of the
golden sun splatter
harmonious hues
of cosmic sanctity.
I’ll embrace the
aromatic elixir of life,
brewed with
floral hints of faith~
allowing unfiltered
essence of
meaningless mornings,
to reawaken an undying
thirst to illuminate
fading stardust.
Quenching serenity
from granulated values,
that depict
karmic kismet
across divine rivers
flowing with
spiritual awakening.
Perhaps, with every
sip of espresso,
we indulge a scoop of
cocoa gratitude,
expressing the
inner purity,
while happiness pours
into a crystal clear cup
of constant clarity.
There the light
of cinnamon
oozes amidst the
cleansed canvas of life,
to rescript an
ethereal ingredient
that guides us back to
a realm of rosier runes,
where ego has no palette
to rest upon,
for within us dwells
an immortal barista,
concocting healing drips
from caramelized visions.
I’ll hold on to these
unexplored cravings,
while the liberty of
conscience remains~
the first ray of
warmth I inhale.
When daylight befalls like
tints of tuscan tiramisu,
let me find the strength
to lure pale pigments
of weeping wind~
I’ll be the thread
that untangles unsettling
webs wrapped in
bitter breezes,
for the king of solace
and I, will become one;
celestially intertwined,
infused in bronze ink,
as one in a million flavors.
Categories:
tiramisu, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
Decadent ladyfinger
Infused with coffee
Layered, rich, cheese filled delight
I long for your taste
My Italian love
And your rum
Yum!
Categories:
tiramisu, food
Form:
Epulaeryu
My daughter's getting married
To a super guy called Tom,
It's really fast approaching,
It won't be very long.
The wedding dress is sorted,
The venue and the flowers,
The music and the fireworks,
But the cake, it took us hours.
We went to do some tasting,
Each sponge was quite divine,
Chocolate orange, vanilla
Pimms, coffee and praline.
The raspberry and the champagne
Made us salivate,
Strawberry and white chocolate
Tasted oh so great.
There was banana and spicy cinnamon,
Ginger and caramel,
All so gratifying,
Oh and Battenberg as well.
The carrot cake with walnuts
Was tasty as can be,
Rhubarb and rose petal
And one flavoured with green tea.
Piña colada with coconut
Like kisses on our lips,
Chocolate tiramisu
Oh the calories on our hips.
Odd flavours such as beetroot,
Pistachio and courgette
Were actually quite delightful,
A taste we won't forget.
Earl Grey with lavender,
Pumpkin with peanut butter,
Mouth-wateringly delectable
They got us all a flutter.
Chocolate fudge with peppermint,
Marshmallow and key lime,
Traditional dried fruit,
They were all sublime.
How could we make our choices
For a three tiered wedding cake,
We just couldn't do it
So we've gone for twenty-eight!
4th March 2017
Categories:
tiramisu, celebration, chocolate, food, wedding,
Form:
Rhyme
This goes far beyond poetry
here I go...
snippets of thoughts
to words
to poetry
to hearts
touching
to smiles
reaching eyes
I am grateful,
I am blessed,
for the friendships formed
of chapbooks and poetry books
to reading books, watching movies
of eating to cooking
…of chocolate, truffles, tiramisu
of jellybeans and mushrooms…
of spam and eggs and mayo
and of course, soup
hot or cold
of trips and falls,
and bumps and stares
and typos...
of it's and its
of i before e,
and a instead of e
of Only Hopes
and Dreams
to sleeping
and NOT sleeping
of music, and drumbeats
of art, and painting
of life, of love, of faith
of jokes and laughter,
of craziness and madness
of contests
and comments
swinging
back and forth
beyond crazy and fun
to body parts
aching, tickling
and of writing about them
of sharing and giving
of thoughts and ideas
of challenges and triumphs
of milestones
of prayers...
of life and of death
of ghosts and doppelgangers
of questions and answers
and answers with questions
of troubles and tears
of secrets and fears
of misunderstanding
and learning
to growing and reaping
of doors opening and closing
of the past and of the future
of the present
of sunshine and rain
darkness and light
of rainbows
and animals, in and out
our lives and our minds
beginnings and endings,
to endings beginning
to cycles,
just going round and round
This is beyond poetry
and I am heartened,
I am blessed
so Thank You
for the poetry…
for the inspiration…
for the friendship.
Sounds so simple,
but it’s from my heart,
it's from my soul
just...Thank You.
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Categories:
tiramisu, dedication, friendship, thank youpoetry,
Form:
Free verse
Apricot pits can be
Added to a base of
Almonds, and you will have
An Italian liqueur,
A little bitter, but
Also so alluring
As sweet Tiramisu!
Aug. 11, 2016 for the Pleiades - A Poetry Contest of Kim Merryman
Categories:
tiramisu, drink,
Form:
Verse
Have you had a dinner overlooking Rome?
A quiet, garden setting, where you two are alone?
Darkened bushes, candlelit table, with tiny lights all aglow,
romanticize the setting, as we all know.
Start with a glass of a fine red wine,
aged just right, and sweet as the vine.
A little Antipasto is what I certainly would say,
Cheeses, Salami, Pepperoni, and Flatbreads all go a long way.
A Caesar Salad prepared at your table side and done,
by a young Brazzi look alike, with a certainty of perfection.
The glass of a fine white wine will next set the pace,
changing the evening, while staying in place.
The Entree ordered is a delicious Piece of Sole,
large enough to share, baked to its flaky goodness in whole.
Asparagus Spears, Broccoli, or Italian Beans simmered with soy,
could all be accepted as Side Dishes with our fish to enjoy.
Tiramisu for her, Creme Brule' for me with its golden crown,
with an Ice Wine to wash these tasty Desserts down.
Then a Latte or Cappuccino might just do,
with some Creme Sherry to finish the mood.
A short romantic walk to the Trevi 'neath Rome's idyllic moon,
means that our dinner has ended all too soon.
Our "Special Evening" however, is only done,
When we later make love to each other...uniting as one.
written: 10/25/15
Categories:
tiramisu, celebration, city, food, love,
Form:
Couplet
Chilled Pinot Grigio and Chianti
on each side of the long table,
twenty seats for twenty guests;
Antipasto with zesty dressing...
colorful vegetables with chunks
of sharp provolone and hard salami...
to be served with crunchy bread,
the kind that grandmother used to bake.
Oh, wait the Creamy Alfredo with chicken and spinach
is steaming on a huge serving plate...what a work of art!
Oh, the aroma of the Parmesan cheese
fills the nostrils with the urge to start;
one by one, the well-dressed guests walk
into the dining room...who said they are guests?
It's family: grandpa, grandma, uncles, aunts and cousins!
we'll surely enjoy this Sunday dinner as last week.
What about dessert? Sweet pastries and chocolate Tiramisu
with a strong cup of espresso and a shot of Sanbuca Romana;
would you like to join us and meet the friendly chef Mario?
There's plenty of food for everyone...Buon Appetito!
Categories:
tiramisu, family, food, funny, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
A granny in a brightly lit flower frock is neither a spinning wheel or a basket of multi coloured wools. Multi coloured wools are very very useful indeed for wool wafts wonderful warmth. And warmth is great when cold so never mind the harness in a three wheeled bin in the artic. Oh the whorl of semantic accolade is an issue for a tiny tissue and a tiramisu partying on a giant cliff face. Squarking squirrels sending signals swimmingly secretly sedately swift. A cloud worshipping a beacon is a beanie in a bun but not while the bun is sleeping. It needs peace and quiet you see and tantalisation can often christen the rite of passage in in even the mist tightest of skirts, shirts and dressed crabs. In a salad. Overtones of a butterscotch pantry never belittle a momentary pickle. Miserable money making mongrels make marvellous man made moons. And a jingle jangle.simmering on a stove is a one time initiation starting ship to a nonlethal Atlantic cruise basin where crudities are neither cuddles nor cute and anarchic apathy is swamped by an adjudical nun in a costume from the fourteenth century castle of the espionage for espionage is not a experience it is a an exact evenly economically excellent ecliptic eccentric eclipse. So all go hail the ring of the bell from the cooker. Ding dong ding then. Right isnt it? Playing football in a dough ball of glue is preferable to hand gliding in gloves of concrete. And a forthright pair of gloves are always leather in outlook and forward drive like a medium in a trance. Trembling trees throwing turnips thrice turning tormenting tortoises. Hahaha the time tick tock tick arguing with a baseball glove and a hat and a microphone stands with a bacon trolley. Hahaha missionary mishap makes many mingling monsters. Oh left heel clock clock right heel click. Great. Fantastic isn't it? Xxxxx evolutionally z z z z z
Categories:
tiramisu, anti bullying, , cute,
Form:
Tiramisu, the ultimate treat
Light fluffy white cake can't be beat
Very exquisite, can't waste
Heavenly to the taste
This italian sweet
The greatest eat
I rate this
awesome
Yum
Categories:
tiramisu, food
Form:
Nonet
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM Tiramisu in a pot
I’m a greedy mare I’ve just scoffed the lot
Don’t worry about me putting on weight
Because I’m quite petite - a UK size eight
Jan Allison
6th August 2014
Categories:
tiramisu, food,
Form:
Rhyme
Heavenly tiramisu
Cognac mascarpone
Lady fingers espresso
Cocoa sugar eggs
Layer and finish
Ecstasy –
Love
For the contest, “EAT ME!”
Categories:
tiramisu, food
Form:
Epulaeryu
We stood outside and read the sign:
Two pizzas plus for twenty-nine.
The plus was for a bottle, red,
To sip with food which we’d be fed.
Delicious meal and what a deal!
Can such a bargain be so real?
The answer that we got was yes!
More food, more wine but money – less!
We tossed in a dessert as well.
A tiramisu – what the hell!
So now I’m filled up with a buzz,
The greatest deal that ever was!
There’s just one tiny little glitch –
Tonight there is the Oscars pitch.
With wine and pizza in my gut
I hope my eyes don’t end up shut!
Categories:
tiramisu, film, food,
Form:
Rhyme
Such an intensely rich indulgence.
A cream of so much succulence.
Categories:
tiramisu, food, sensual, simple,
Form:
Crystalline
You have the shadow of a goddess; nature's impress
Your glow gives the stars their sparkle, the sun its shine
Your smile is more delicious than the most decadent tiramisu
Your eyes are the delight of magic; their secret unrevealed
Your being is extraordinary; angels are enchanted by your splendor
Yet your beauty is the woman inside.
Categories:
tiramisu, love
Form:
Classicism
Let’s Eat Something New This Christmas
(Parody of Have a Holly Jolly Christmas)
I can make some spicy tacos
better than the ones down south.
Please though know to eat them slow
or they may burn your mouth.
Try my sauciest lasagna
better than a Christmas ham.
Cheese galore – I like that more
than even roasted lamb.
Some get hung up on foods
so traditional.
My foods you cannot call
repetitional.
For dessert, there’s tiramisu.
I’m so sick of pumpkin pie.
Cookies crumble
so I grumble: why not new foods to try?
Christmas Balls,
(Parody of Jingle Bells)
Christmas balls, Christmas balls on my Christmas tree.
I’ve got a cat that’s such a rat beneath the tree he’ll pee -ee.
Christmas balls, Christmas balls, flying through the air.
When both cats get hold of them, they scatter everywhere.
One night I took a pause because I’d heard a crash.
Hoped it might be Claus bringing me some cash.
I saw my big dog’s face. She looked up guiltily.
To those darn cats she’d given chase destroying our tree! Oh!
Repeat refrain:
Christmas balls, Christmas balls on my Christmas tree.
I’ve got a cat that’s such a rat beneath the tree he’ll pee -ee.
Christmas balls, Christmas balls, flying through the air.
When both cats get hold of them, they scatter everywhere.
Two oldies:
I Heard Mother (to tune of "I Saw Mother Kissing Santa Clause")
I heard Mother scolding Santa's elf
As I prowled the house on Christmas Eve.
He'd hid in St. Nick's sleigh And then sneaked out to play
After having waited for his boss to fly away.
Mother caught him gobbling all our snacks
After he tore open every gift.
Oh, when she glared down at his face,
He went scrambling from our place
Screaming, "Santa, stop the sleigh-
I need a lift!"
New Body
Parody of the Xmas Song: White Christmas
I'm dreaming of a new body
with every chocolate I unwrap.
But I can't stop eating, I can't stop cheating.
There's just too many Christmas snacks.
My nightmare is a pot belly -with every Christmas treat I take.
But I can't stop feasting, my size increasing;
when I stand on the scales they'll break.
Yes, I'm dreaming of a trim waistline,
so take that Chex mix from my face.
May my buns be smaller and flat,
and may all my body lose its fat!
(I no longer make Chex Mix. It’s just too tempting)
Categories:
tiramisu, christmas, song,
Form:
Lyric