Sonnet Chocolate Poems | Examples
These Sonnet Chocolate poems are examples of Chocolate poems about Sonnet. These are the best examples of Chocolate Sonnet poems written by international poets.
Neon lights twinkle against the velvet, dark skies,
Ferris wheel spins like a huge ring of fireflies;
Shadows sway in the pavement, tents, booths, and crowds,
As bright bulbs bring glare to cotton candy clouds .
Iron tunes from colorful carousel
Equalize clanking ride near the dinging bell;
Laughter listens to chatter screams in delight,
As hush whispers before the ride drops from height.
Sweet smell of chocolate, popcorn, and browned dough
Blends with oil from ride's engine in hot wind's blow;
Jumbo burger melts on the tongue bathed by Coke,
While the air is mixed with words of grease and smoke.
Young ones in a dreamlike world within nighttide
Savor the spot where pain pauses and woes hide.
beyond the cartoon spring in Scooby Doo
like a stag on a mountain’s rippled rove
a dimensional wormhole letting feelings through
bringing words of secrets, a couple’s love
an instrument whose song comes from within
a pluck, the kiss upon the lips
my meditation, a distant lawn mowing
bring me syllables served in porcelain cups
and the shaman knew its cosmic worth
a healing voice like a Tuvan’s throat
deep flames that crackle in the hearth
or further down to magma’s note
the twang, its cry articulates
with the warming drizzle of chocolate
O Mama, do you have company up there?
Your mommy, your sweet daddy, do you ever see them?
The sun no longer has the same courtesy here,
He no longer says hello, no, or even thank you.
I have mom, a tiny little regret every day,
You read so much; you drank so much coffee,
To escape sticky clocks, busy nurses,
You marveled at your fourteen grandchildren,
You worried about everyone, every second,
This morning, my little straw secret, it is,
For you to see the world in warm colors,
Sometimes I should have bought you a hot chocolate,
Alone, He would have made you think of other things,
Think to Uganda, to learned women, or to flowers.
PS : my mamma passed away a 23th of April
BAKED ALASKA GRINNED THROUGH THE SNOWY WINDOW,
CREPE-SUZETTE NICELY SAT ITSELF ON A FANCY PLATE BELOW,
NEW YORK CHEESECAKE WAS FIT AND STRAIGHT FROM QUEENS,
STICKY TOFFEE PUDDING CLUNG ITSELF WHATEVER THAT MEANS.
THE LADY CHEF WITH THE COOKING CAP WRESTLED WITH SPUN SUGAR,
WHICH WRAPPED ITSELF AROUND HER GENEROUS BOSOM THUS FAR;
ORANGE PUDDING WAS SET IN ITS WAYS, GELATINE HAD GOOD DAYS,
STRAWBERRY GATEAU EASED ITS WAY BETWEEN LIPS MOST WAYS.
IT WAS CLOSED ON A SUNDAE BUT OPEN AGAIN ON MONDAY,
YOU COULD SEE THE LADY WITH THE CAP CHASING PANCAKES AWAY,
THE CREAM IS BETTER HERE - NONE OF THAT SLOPPY THIN STUFF,
YOU KNEW AFTER ALL THE 'SLIP AND SLIDE' - YOU'D HAD ENOUGH.
CHOCOLATE RAN DOWN THE SIDE OF FRUIT, STAND AND STARE,
THE COATING WAS ENOUGH - I'VE ALWAYS LIKED A NICE PEAR.
love has drifted and shifted from old days,
from daisies, roses and chocolate trays,
we fall in love, not after meet and look,
love is often through twitter or facebook!
her eyes were so dreamy on her webpage,
her lips so rosy they lit in me rage,
I fondled, kissed the pillow next to me,
dreamt with her I had a family tree!
I messaged her twice and got no reply,
good girls of that age I knew would be shy,
googled and Yahood, finally tracked her down,
knew exactly where she lived in my town!
that evening when we met, my love went cold,
her photo on her webpage was 30 years old!
Written 27/06/2021
Contemporary Sonnet poetry contest
Charlotte Puddifoot sponsored
10 syllables each line
14 lines aabb rhyme sequence with final rhyming couplet.
life is a dream of chocolate covered trees
makes me so hungry to eat the trees
dark brown chocolate covered trees
as I eat them I hear the crunch of the leaves
and smell the dark chocolate smells
feeling the leaves in my mouth
as I touch the chocolate covered trees
filled with the sound of chocolate
enjoying the chocolate
with my wife Angela Lee
she turns to me and says
Jake Cosmos Aller
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salanghae
a sonnet loosely defined based on national poetry month April 6th prompt
Ode to Bob
My little bird,
that bites,
hard.
How I love thee,
anyway.
You make me laugh,
and cry,
and believe
that all things
are exactly…
what God made them to be.
Sometimes you hide,
and it drives me crazy.
I should keep you in your cage.
But how would that be fun?
How would that let you,
be you?
You do not talk.
You make fun of my efforts.
Instead you cough,
when I am sick…
You mimic and make fun,
but you
are exactly…
what God made you to be,
for me.
Sometimes,
you hang from the high bar,
there is a bell,
you ring and ring.
You wait to make sure,
I am asleep.
The song is silent,
the bell is not.
Your intent loud;
be cheerful,
you are…
exactly…
what God
made you to be,
for me.
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.
Keywords/Tags: Love, sweet, sweetness, sweet love, kiss, sugar, melt, melting, dissolve, dissolving, candy, lozenge, confection, tablet, pill, cough drop, capsule, confit, bonbon, honey, sweetie, chocolate, symbolism, romantic
Its strange how I have always loved the fall
Even as a child with schools threat so near
I yawn and watched as time slowed to a crawl
The suspension of freedom what I fear
The crunching of leaves is beckoning me
Only time of year decay smells so sweet
The scar I still have from scrapping my knee
From that piece of glass hidden in the street
No other time of year do monsters roam
Creeping down sidewalks, knocking at your door
Ghosts and ghouls and, oh look a garden gnome
Collecting treats and sweets till feet are sore
I know not why I love the Fall so much
Maybe its the calm before winters punch
10/04/2019
Fall Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor John Hamilton
Jane went out with friends
She spent the evening
After a long drive
She was very tired
Sleeping through the night
In the morn she awoke
With a big surprise
Her pj's had stains
All over her sleep wear
The color was brown
She sniffed the brown stain
From the stained bed sheet
It smelled like chocolate
On her pyjamas
Dried in a big crust.
How sweetish it is, nothing can compare,
A rich, dense, and chocolatey creamy bite.
Taking a bite, like hugging a soft bear;
Though lack sugar it does it’s a delight.
Delicate texture one perhaps perceives,
A gentle yet stunning effigy seen.
Picturing figures you can’t misbelieve
This chocolate gives one a fuzzy dream
The magical mystery finally learned
From tasting the sweet sweet nectar of god
Take a small nibble; for you will now yearn
For the pure sensation of this facade
Words Are compelling, so don’t be a fool
This pure chocolate tastes much worse than droolc
Chocolate Chip
Written By: D. Collins 4/7/17
That gewyness where your palate won’t separate from your tongue.
And once it does, all you want is another one.
It is more addictive than crack doused in ice.
The best you’ve had through your entire life.
There is nothing like it, even with all the drama.
She’s the closest you’ll get to being like Mama.
Shut your mouth, be happy, and enjoy what you get.
Savor the sweet flavor of a chocolate chip.
i love you and I will always do,
please understand my situation,
if I could separate my self, I would be in the temple
and be with you at the same time.
let us not get lost on each others lives,
let us stay united and pray for those who are in need,
please be my pillow of strength baby I need you.
don't be mad at me please love, I need to be with you all of my life.
I am an living sacrifice, and you need to understand my life is not my own.
but I choose God then you.
Charm grand good taste with happy choice,
Hurry this fest of chocolate;
Opt precious haste swift profound poise,
Cheer feeds the best as flavours flood;
Oomph knows a high in sensuous booze,
Lasting the fix of warm impulse;
Apt tasty sighs frames pleasure's ooze,
Thrills splurge fine mix of cocoa pulse;
Exquisite sums what rapture fills.
Feel taste expound finesse divine,
Ask grand outcomes to flame appeal;
Intense flair grounds fond taste most fine,
Rush after rush of gourmet treats,
Yield cocoa gush in sensuous eats.
Leon Enriquez
04 February 2016
Singapore
A portrait of emptiness
I got a book sent from a Sunday paper it is in written
Portuguese and tries to tell the story of a man who –
as the folklore goes- was the only person in the whole
world born evil. I look at his face it is early middle aged
and he does not smile the way a politician should and
I do not think his speeches began with a joke.
He wears a windbreaker that has a slight military cut,
the thumb of his right hand is partly hidden by the rest
of his fingers, on his left hand, he has a manuscript to one
of his speeches and behind him mountains and fog.
I stare at his face his body stance and try to detect an aura
of evil and of his mesmerising personality I see nothing
It is said that when he was nearing sixty years of age he
took his and his mistress`s life, oh yes his name was Hitler.