Sonnet Candy Poems | Examples
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Degenerate house filled with ancestry
one short hand stretches from statues to shame
pervading loose boundedness within the same
or toward less classical geometry
on this continuous interplay to show
how apotheosis may interchange the crow
this desire between rough designs, I try
to withstand its whirlwind and real rephaim
into flexible modules overclaim
terrain through the abundant baptistery
we have dispersed vital functions for coe
by distinctive architectural doe
we provide few clues from dictionary
this situation contracts markedly beldame
Orange peels litter my desk,
sprinkling sparkling droplets of orange oil
over my unfinished love sonnet
A croissant is over there,
I just remembered.
It soaks my slam poem,
which I shall never perform,
with buttery heaviness
Jelly beans, blue, red, green, white,
to be found on the remote island of
my travel diary, as profuse with blank verse
as the ocean is profuse with fishes
A peanut-butter sandwich, open-faced,
refuses to unstick from the sestina
I have given up on finding proper words
for
I need to clean up my desk.
Lozenge
by Michael R. Burch
When I was closest to love, it did not seem
real at all, but a thing of such tenuous sweetness
it might dissolve in my mouth
like a lozenge of sugar.
When I held you in my arms, I did not feel
our lack of completeness,
knowing how easy it was
for us to cling to each other.
And there were nights when the clouds
sped across the moon’s face,
exposing such rarified brightness
we did not witness
so much as embrace
love’s human appearance.
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Dragons, how they love to eat;
What they eat the most are sweets.
Candy, baked goods, pudding drinks;
Rarely do they ever eat beets.
No asparagus carrots or broccoli;
They can be picky about meat.
No carrots, beans or salad greens;
Just the pleasant sugary treats.
The darnedest thing about it though;
Diabetes they never get.
Sweets never seem to stunt their growth;
But belly aches make them fret.
Occasionally dragons will eat fruits,
Because they’re a nectarous substitute.
he placed his dreams on a Greyhound bus trip
headed west down that interstate highway
the nectar of labor beckoned his lips
fruit of the strangest kind graced the front page
signs more telling than the constitution
categorized this creation of God
blood flowed freely from this institution
through Jim Crow and Emmett Till he did plod
this journey left his soul drenched in hunger
food passed through a crevice was not his way
holy guardians danced like whoremongers
basking in the glow of hooded forays
two bars of candy were his blessed meal
in the hands of the Lord he found a shield
Most sweets their nectar pollen pollinates,
Preserving life before their sap gets sapped;
Yet amber's sweetest resin resonates,
Ambrosia's essence from death's lap gets lapped.
But you, my sweet, are most untimely soured,
Indulgent hungers feed with greedy gluts
On dulcet fares, you're from your prime devoured,
Consumed unsweetly through most seedy guts.
You're like a cloyed, discandied bubblegum,
A sweetened, syrup-sugared pixie dust;
Your cheer gets halved, they're more than double glum,
An eaten snack succumbed through tricksy lust.
Most sweets conserved from death live still distilled,
Yet those most sour that have their fill fulfilled.
Today, his mail order package just came in,
a foreigner wanting to be an American citizen
The price for the privilege has gotten more steep,
the cost for the coach airfare didn’t come cheap
The rich can pay half a mil to get a clean green card,
but poor mail order brides must work their bodies hard
This wife has a husband who likes pimping his brides
Repayment comes in the form of late night date rides
Clients want his candy bride to lustily unwrap,
their sweet tooth craving must be sexually capped
She met an undercover cop, who became her friend
Prostitution was stopped when they took the pimp in
Her tarnished wedding ring got used to make bail
Ex-sex slave bride got a free green card out of jail
The king of the jungle is at ease
Greedily he sits beneath a tree
with great agility mouths the bee
thank heavens he didn't see me
A deer stealthily passes by
alertly he's looking for sumptuous leaves
a squirrel darts up a tree too high
after nibbling some nuts it simply leaves
suddenly I heard a chirping next to me
a group of sparrows just fluttered their wings
a peacock prancing and dancing I did see
Dancing merrily he felt he was a king
birds and beasts are happy as they are
why should we for joy look far?.
Passing misgivings
There are moments in once elderliness when
the flowers of the mind, the silver of remembrance
is but a cracked black & white film.
Old age and wishes blend into a golden patina of
illusion, disappointment seeps in melancholy
lower the tired head and doesn’t let it look up to see
the sky or sense the wind or rain.
This tristesse where has the laughter gone, the charm
of friendship and the beautiful women are
but ghosts in a threadbare past.
The squall doesn’t linger colours become visible there
is no time not to enjoy what`s left in the time glass.
A cunning linguist is my Romeo,
whose tongue has tasted ev’ry inch of me
ravenously from head to toe and—Oh!
in between—that I’m wet with ecstasy!
With lips on breasts, he kisses my firm nipples
first, then bites and nibbles on them like candy;
now wet with excitement, my genitals
beg for the strokes of his tongue to eat me.
Supine, I spread wide for him as his hands
prime my vagina—first the labials—
then my fluttering vulva—which expands
like a bloom for all of my man’s essentials.
Then, his lusty tongue slays my ********!—
so I then beg for the cock of my Horace.
The time I rode my bike back home so fast
Became so tired at times I rest myself
So this is me unknown shadow that cast
I grab my book that lay on top the shelf
I went to town to read myself a poem
Wisdom to read open my mind and call
The sweats ran down my hair divide with comb
I had some sweets I know that I recall
Mother did say the sweets are bad to have
It will give you headaches that hurt so bad
Mother I know her will be ready with salve
Once I get out feeling so bad I’m glad
The sweats are from too much sugar with rum
The sweets effect not end the time for some
A SONNET OF LIFE
(Apropos The Children I Know)
Act your age my darling little child;
Take care not to go about in blinded haste.
Enjoy this lovely life for a while;
Time is elusive and you have none to waste.
Listen, candy does not always last very long;
Can be as hard as rock, yet melts as easy as ice:
Teases your tongue with sweetness and then its gone;
Leaving you wading the emptiness of something once nice.
Yes, when you are young, innocent and very sweet,
This old life can throw many enticing things you way:
Making you think that it’s all good and life is always neat;
But be aware my child, life has her debts we all are bound to pay.
For just as the night must surly turn into another day;
You my child, like me, will eventually grow old and gray.
Reese’s Pieces was ET’s only choice
And it’s loved by many children as well
And it was that candy that gave him voice
For Reese’s Pieces I’ll ring that cow bell
Reese’s peanut butter has its own taste
And Reese’s Pieces are easy to hold
And Hershey’s candies are never a waste
Instead of M & Ms Pieces are bold
Reese’s made the cups first pieces later
If its Reese’s it is peanut butter
We love it even the candy hater
Reese’s Pieces takes you from the gutter
If your life happens to be in pieces
Glue it together with Reese’s Pieces