I found that life can be so sweet -
it came to me, at once, complete.
Now, it's deep inside, and can't be taken away.
I made it a part of me today.
It's impossible for you to see -
the donut that's within me.
flour sifted fine
ingredients mixed just right
donuts for the day
in a love carriage two passive passengers,
all their exchanges through facebook or messenger,
jokes are shared and some health menu recipes,
no spoken words just thumbs up, or “I agree!”
the journey moved on and a few months have passed,
he would say nothing in case she feels harassed,
she perhaps likes him too, but wouldn’t say so,
both in love but fear should the answer be “No!”
history has taught them pain of broken heart,
why a couple who once loved, now live apart,
afraid to stir the cauldron of hot desires,
wish to go along life lonesome and retire.
a donut and coffee starts a day so well,
in surprising moments life then rings a bell,
he paid the bill with a smile and a thank you,
the girl at the counter was her, and she knew.
So it was the two met and then chose to wed,
without coffee, doughnut, their love would be dead!
Honey glazed donut to go.
A tall mug of french vanilla coffee.
It doesn't get any better.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2026
He awoke to a powdered donut skyline
Silent trees draped in gossamer veils
Danced in a shimmering rhythm
A cold sun slid across the horizon
Sunrise a mere reflection of itself
Teased the hoar frost curls of idle winds
His coffee cooled in still consternation
As he was consumed by a powdered donut skyline
Donuts come and donuts go,
because they're round, and so
when you take them off the fire,
they're shaped like a rubber tire,
with a hole right in the middle -
they ain't no pancake from a griddle.
Where do the donuts go?
Don't ask me, I don't know.
It’s Donut Day in the USA
Forget the dieting for today
Sugary and sweet
And rough on one’s teeth
For just one day don’t fret o’er decay.
The Cinnamon Bazooka Bun is an ardent dough
a pound of sticky heat that dissolves
the tongue in an ****** of butter.
There is an uncertain pantless fervor here
in the parked Impala, a craven pursuit of the
spiral core, winding mounds of sacchariferous frit
A cop drives by--and we shrink in our non-chalance
our frosted, reunion-phased glaze betrays no chance
that something untoward is not happening here.
Roses are red Violets are blue I don’t wanna be a donut just like you.
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Vehicle intact
Shelf displaying
Filled donut
Sitting quietly
Hidden publicly
Container open
Texture soft
Bavarian creme
Dopamine released
Why???
Soul sick
For a quick fix
To the hardened heart
Let me in
I like being thin
But I don't know where to start
Cold, hard, crusty
Your fence is broken and rusty
Weathered by elements around
Overgrown with weeds
Failure, succeed
Yet nothing worth finding in the ground
Hope is present...LOVE remains
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-01-2022
MY FRIEND IS A DONUT
My friend is a donut
He’s as sweet as can be.
He’s a bit on the obtuse side,
But that doesn’t matter to me.
He’s not a talker, doesn’t like chit chat.
But he’s very supportive even though I’m considered stocky or fat.
He’s not a show off,
Doesn’t boast or curse at all.
And he’s definitely got my back in any fight or brawl.
He’s really been here for me through good times and bad.
I guess you can say he’s the perfect comrad.
What’s even more special about my sugary friend you see.
Is that he’s a great snack when I’ve got the munchies.
The Last Donut Temptation
David J Walker
A thousand donut shops
Greet me on the street
I see them on the way
To anyone I meet
I smell their frier frying
I can tell their bakers bake
I see their cream puffs creaming
I see the cinnamon shake
I know their glazers glaze
Their long johns twist and swirl
My eyes glass in a daze
As I watch their cruller curl
I can taste the fine white powder
Shaken on the top
Of every sprinkled donut
Every chocolate drop
It makes me twitch and twitter
If I am in the store
And a fresh hot apple fritter
Tells me I need just one more
I plead for divine intervention
A pray sincere and quiet
Save me from temptation
And this stupid cursed diet
If I were an Oscar Meyer donut
Living in a Pacific Island hut
I’d be sweet and sincere
And drink all your light beer
Scruffy beach bum sugar hair like a mutt.
How's that old donut shop, the one between your ears
Are you still serving up donuts like in all your previous years
Over a large cuppa coffee
With a Boston Cream or three
Till you finally close up shop and call it a career
Loneliness is a stale donut
Forgotten and left in box
For how many days now?
How many days!
Takes as self-pity
Eating the donut it tastes like pain
And sickness rising in my throat
For I remain and the box I throw out
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