Best Vanilla Poems
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 my
mourning sight,
invisible feathers
form into
clouds appearing
as wings,
swiftly swerving
and reflecting
perfumed “ forget-me-nots.”
A reminder
that you’ll always
be gracing our horizons
from
dusk till dawn.
I’ll savor your
memoirs within
pastel colored pages of
my purple journal.
I’ll recite
your favorite poem,
like
starlight over groves
of
silk and ebony.
Tomorrow before
the sky
tumbles down,
let the
sunflower stillness speak.
When these
tears are unlocked,
rain serenades symphonies
of
sentimental seconds,
lost to the
ticking truth
of fleeting
grains from
sinister silence.
You’ll feel my words
rising and
reaching
the seventh sky,
beyond unwritten
woes and throes,
as you
sway upon a
golden swing
engraved with
diamond dusts
and
daphne dreamcatchers.
Categories:
vanilla, death, deep, heaven,
Form:
Free verse
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 to me to "toughen up"
cursing a younger brother
"bookworm sissy"
"vanilla boy"
to expletives that ran like tap water
when proximity was a contact sport
at the care home
to your lips
I spoon in pudding
its dull tranquility
vanilla
into a body that feels itself liquid, limbs pliable and porous
I'd like to re-touch our brotherly photos
to change them to accuracy
or crumple them like a wasp nest knocked to the ground
for nobody sees you the way I do
for nobody knows you the way I do
Categories:
vanilla, angst, bullying, caregiving, child
Form:
Free verse
"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, loving life like the sweet butter-sun,
Wandering in black forests, enveloping magic in red ribbons
Defrosting my white chocolate heart peeking through tinkles,
Singing beyond the glass petals of peony and snowdrop marvels;
Perhaps, plush strawberries too have starry scars,
On their silken ganache skin, bleached with calendula and mars
And my luscious butterscotch lips tremble at the blurry squeaks,
Ruffled by minty chills in my cherry-blushed cheeks
I search for addictive caffeine in gold-glazed dawns that bask,
Pouring nectarine reveries in lavender litchi hearts
Life's a bittersweet syrupy sea, coated with tangy rainbow hues,
Forlorn, this forbidden folklore is shaded with sycamore's adieus
They say, mocha pupils and vanilla haze of iris,
Can carve a melon hued watercolor portrait alive,
But I believe that the purest is never a sweet dessert survived,
In this delusional donut-shaped globe and tangerine beehive;
So, I shove my identity in Van Gogh's abstractly bejeweled canvas,
And let my caramel brown hair, gleam in golden hymns of aqua
Waving walnut "goodbyes" to velvet ochre sands and sapphire skies,
Forevermore, fluttering hummingbird's dreams in oscillating flamingo galaxies.
Categories:
vanilla, angel, deep, fantasy, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
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 the whispered sadness
Nor the promise of her thin lips
Categories:
vanilla, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
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 breeze kisses her beet-red cheeks
It knows what she’s come for and what she seeks
Sunshine drips onto coppery auburn locks shimmering, it lifts
A pale honey-wheat straw sunhat spins away and drifts
Almost completely submerged in salty brazen waters
Compelled at this point with the nauticus mythic plotters
Shut against blaring sunrays are her deep emerald eyes
Her sunburnt face gazing up at vanilla skys
She meditates on what had before appeared, a glimpse
Of the siren with long flowing raven hair and other nymphs
Teeth chattering to tapping sounds like wooden castanets do
Contain her trembling lips she can’t, they turn purplish merlot-blue
Shaking from an Autumn’s cold spell, she imagines she’s a mermaid
But diving in opaque murky silt wasn’t what she had expected
Her bare flesh emerging from impure poisonous rot of green
Blood red ripples dripping from the clouds that are unseen
Neither she nor the fierce Cyrene, Apollos wife the naiad should dread
Numbing overcomes her at last she hears the siren singing in her head
Paralyzing fragments of her hallucination now bestow
A gifted sacrifice her (secret thoughts) needed for soothing waves to flow
In the distance a cranberry sun sets, now streaks of pink implores
A darkened blue-green sea, maroon and sapphire shores
A beautiful mermaid appears and thanks her for her secret thought
That only love for the deep blue sea (the ocean is life) and to all this be taught
Categories:
vanilla, fantasy, ocean,
Form:
Rhyme
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 it will chill
While listening for any sound
You make as it is running down....
I grab your hands around a cone
To catch each drip before you moan
Then watching as it slowly fills
But crouching right before it spills....
Then and only then I lick
The places that it didnt stick
Grabbing for another cone
Enjoying what Ive always known.
Categories:
vanilla, fantasy,
Form:
Light Verse
Lips kissing moist, wet, lips..
Sugary pink; silk, sliding softly
Gently, amid love's tender thighs
Orgasmic bliss; in moonbeam tides.
Categories:
vanilla, girl, love, passion,
Form:
Free verse
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 sentimental song.
I followed lustily in dire
need of fragrant vanilla grace,
surrounding me with deep desire.
The mystical night chided me,
a spirited moon skipped and skid.
Her radiance had blinded me
as a pale sun sidled and slid.
Categories:
vanilla, desire, moon, night, romantic,
Form:
Terzanelle
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 the skies
Rich with cerulean grace, risking the lazuline lines
In attractive fogs, mists rising over the mountains
Where memories blur the past with now,
Lighting the way for passions to cry out…
Inside the wall of pines, which could tell of so much more
Than memories could hold, more laughter,
More love, more entreaties to God who knows us
Like the ordinary groanings, who release burdens
Too heavy for souls, too difficult for moments when
Blessings rain down through the tears,
Liquid prayers, alive with feelings and fears,
Enemies of perfection but best friends with relinquishment,
Fulfilling wishes, bold and pleasant as the stars
Winking at the moon, holding burdens too heavy
With inklings of fiery melodies, tender
Like the noon when bees travel from rose to lily,
Milking the nectar, fostering frames – tiny
Gospels told by those who remember the sting,
Singing through the song, revealing
Purpose in the hurt, when the tingle – the throbbing
Inspires light to fade, weakening, dying …
Insipid, gushing, rhapsodizing a night when stars hide,
Exposing the naked truth – just like the sun
Who births light and reveals every new dawn, baring
With it – a beautiful far more soothing than the moon’s,
A beautiful that abides in the new day, the new smile,
The newness of a hope, a prayer, a dream…
Releasing vanilla sighs to signal the moon
That, yes, oh yes…
It is time for rest, time to test the skies
Who are eternally blessed with God’s wondrous light!
Categories:
vanilla, appreciation, beautiful, emotions, heart,
Form:
Free verse
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
Vanilla is misunderstood
I’m a little mixed up
Aromas that bring me back
to my childhood
Vanillin scent candle so calming
Just add homemade vanilla
To anything is my conclusion
It’s a ventablack liquid
Sorry for the confusion
All apologies
Categories:
vanilla, analogy, confusion, cute,
Form:
Free verse
"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 it all.
we take notes,
we journal,
the poetry
of it all.
do we make
changes?
do we?
do we,
do
anything, at all?
writing it all.
We are a cauldron
steeped, stewing bitter,
unlike sweet chai tea.
we are so
Vanilla,
do we do
anything?
writing it all?
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
John 1 (NIV).
"The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it."
Lux Vitae.
Categories:
vanilla, love, muse, words,
Form:
Narrative
Soul is drawn to sky,
no wind or wave interrupts
heavens’ mirrored path.
For “Vanilla Sky” contest
Categories:
vanilla, faith, inspirational
Form:
Haiku
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 again, food permitting.
They say I've no stomach to diet.
'Lazy lummock!' they scream. 'You must try it!'
I just laugh from my belly
Till it wobbles like jelly,
'Come on then,' I say, 'come and fry it!'
It is said I'm too lazy to chew.
It's an art, It's not easy to do.
I just open my gob
And with a flick and a lob-
Down the hatch, tallyho, toodaloo!
Categories:
vanilla, food, funny, humor, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
A Monet sunrise,
Impressionistic morning:
Vanillin seascape.
Categories:
vanilla, nature
Form:
Haiku
Woke up vanilla sky as I opened my eyes
I'm puzzled what is my mother doing by my side?
Hospital room how did I arrive?
Later when told how I got there, I'm wondering how did I survive?
Gotta be the grace of God I'm just thankful to be alive
A whole new appreciation for life as been revived
Caused by an accident I wish I could turn back the hands of time
But I probabily never would've been provoked to write and rhyme
An accident to us but to God no surprise
We thankful for the ordained blessings but what happens when He sends
ordained stressings?
The same one who allows good also allows the bad
These two ingredients mixed, make a perfect plan
Like death and life
Old and young
Rich and poor
All these are for sure
You try to make sense of it but its all obscure
To lean own your own understanding is the allure
But to remain faithful to Him is a chore
When you are subjected to circumstances you would love to hate
Like what happened to my brother and my face
Thankful for his life but hurt by his exit
And now I'm asking God whats the message?
I'm having trouble understanding my present
Cause I felt he was too young to exit
You knew it all from beginning to end and one day we will meet again
Categories:
vanilla, life, god, god, life,
Form:
Bio