Best Vanilla Poems

Cypress trees like evergreen steeples
rise above rows of gravestone woes,
their shadows lie side by side like railroad ties 
across writhing paths banded like snakes;
gravel birth cords sinuous 
sensing the ground   seeking the sun
crossroads of life and death and rebirth;
where mortals breathe and grieve 
and orchid-petal-pinions of flower-faced souls
sweep the steep edge of cornsilk...

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When the 
  moon muses 
to the 
  melody of memories, 
roaming wisps 
   of vanilla gently 
flow through 
   space and time.
Your voice 
  echoes through 
 scintillating 
   sheets of 
   unwavering waves,
like lullabies laced 
   into silver nightfalls. 

Within...

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nobody sees you the way I do
in your wheelchair
with your unopenable arms
where everything crashes to a gray twisted landscape

my brother
alpha male
of demon strut clashes
in our shared childhood
once you flipped your hockey stick between my thin legs
           to see how many stairs I'd tumble down
your yells...

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"Bonjour, in the cocktail woods"
I see the waffled leaves of teal trees painting pink moon, 
With diamond dahlia arcs, flowering an orchid boon
Sprinkling love of french perfumed spells and cocoa mystique,
Flickering in neon scented star seeds of rose-glossed antique

For, I'm the fragrant fluorescence of pure peace lilies,
Floating amidst dancing dove's glowing daisies
In a redolent riverbank,...

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She seemed a bit pale
Not one you would turn to watch
Or linger on
Just simple
Almost hollow blue eyes
Wandering about
Searching
Her hair
A misty cloud
Adrift on her head
Her smile
A whispered sadness
Hiding
Beneath an angular nose
Her lips thin
Yet
Somehow not

They called her “Vanilla”
For they lacked
An eye for passion
Sensed no fire
Ignored the lure of hollow blues
The mystery of the misty cloud
Could not hear...

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"The Vanilla Ice Cream Knights and The Raspberry Queen"



"You’ve been spooning
too much Vanilla Icecream”, 
she advised the buffoon

all the feathery self-blustering chirpers 
parted way, she had loaded guns
she positively glided into the room

“Diamonds my old bean,” she grinned,

“have no use for vanilla or rocky road Knights
their dripping soft amour, sterilized in Pine-o-clean
polished up to a...

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The waves crushing her tiny body with striking blows
White creamy wash caresses her golden skin as the wave slows
Moving sluggishly towards the horizon
Because of a recurring vision she hopes she’ll arise in
Her feet digging deep into the sand as it sinks between her toes
Emersed, with arms folded she prepares and off she goes
The cool oceans...

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Maybe its the way the sun 
Reflects off what drips off your tongue 
As melting drops of creamy white 
Just disappear within my site....
Only to appear once more 
But not the same spot as before 
As I watch the trails of crème recess 
And disappear below your dress....
Giving me the awesome thrill 
Of wondering what...

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Lips kissing moist, wet, lips..
Sugary pink; silk, sliding softly
Gently, amid love's tender thighs
Orgasmic bliss; in moonbeam tides....

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A spirited moon skipped and skid
across the silent snowy steppes
as a pale sun sidled and slid. 

Her passionate sensuous steps
softly seduced the stars to shine
across the silent snowy steppes.

I beseeched the night to be mine,
singing a sentimental song,
softly seduced the stars to shine.

The Milky Way formed a sarong
surrounding me with deep desire,  
singing a...

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Gentling verses, like softly spoken dawns,
Pour out rhythms, releasing hungers,
Stirring hearts to breathe, restoring hopes,
Prayerful moments trembling,
Echoing, glistening shafts of heated praises,
Mysteries in shadows, embracing – erasing
Shades of inspiration, focusing on joys
Alive like the dancing winds, traipsing 
Through autumn, leaves crisp and light – waltzing
Colors – boldest scarlet, tangerine and gold,
Laughing whispers who respond to...

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The magic of vanilla stays with me, let’s explore.
Creamy rich dark and syrupy that smells like liquor
Eighty proof vodka and vanilla beans are needed
for crème de la crème vanilla extract
Who knew that in order to make Ice crème
ingredients must first be heated? 
An oddity, whipping away 
making it into buttercream
Color so pure and lily white...

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"Chai Tea, Vanilla: Writing it All"


We are a cauldron
steeped, stewing bitter,
unlike sweet chai tea

boiling 
and bubbling,
our reality, 

is hard
to swallow.

how do we live
with ourselves,
knowing,

we live
complacently?
we observe,

we write, 

we watch it all,
the killing of 
innocence,

the black
and white
of it all;

the death 
of a dream.
before the end, 

the war
begins 
it all.

the future of
our children:
we watch it all.

we watch...

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Soul is drawn to sky,
no wind or wave interrupts
heavens’ mirrored path.

For “Vanilla Sky” contest...

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I am me!

I am beautiful greediest me!

I'm quite simply gigantic, enormous, colossal- bigantic!

I'm huge I'm not small I could fill Albert hall -

What a beautiful thing to be me.

 

I can eat a cake shop in one sitting

Forty boxes of chocs without quitting,

If I had half a mind to-

I could well be inclined to

-Start over...

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