Flavour Poems | Examples

Alive, Alive Oh!

The best thing about waking up
is not the coffee in our cup
warming the cockles
I'd impart
from the bottom of our heart
it's knowing we survived
to see another day arrived
no matter what may come our way
as being late
when we're done and gone
is far too harsh to contemplate
so smell the flavour
savour the roast
and of our time here on earth
before we're toast
let's not forget to make the most

Size Matters

When I think of food and drink,
it's no surprise
the question does arise,
with booze some choose to let it breathe
and defer their bottle of wine,
I prefer to savour the flavour
and give mouth to mouth to mine.
(Que Syrah, Syrah!)
Some say, “The glass is half full,”
with accent on the positive,
some see the glass half empty,
and focus on the negative.
Two sides to every story,
supposedly that implies,
as for me I see
something else entirely.
And as for size I will apprise,
but, before I do, I beg of you,
allow me one more swig,
“Sláinte, salud, prost, cin cin,”
the glass is too damn big!

Vanilla chai tea

Vanilla chai tea
Its wamth caresses my tongue
Mixed with almond milk 
Sweetness with a nutty taste
Warms my heart, and soothes my mind

Flavour Vanilla

FLAVOUR  VANILLA

          Flavour vanilla :
          A very familiar
          pleasant descent scent.
          suited for sweet beverage
          mostly liked on average !

Knickerbocker-Glorious

It's the greatest ice-cream in the land,
the Knickerbocker Glory is regal and grand.
all the other ones are inferior and bland,
It's the Knickerbocker i'll devour with spoon in hand.

You can have your rum & raisin, vanilla or mint with choc-chips,
the Knickerbocker Glory is the only one to pass my lips.
Forget your strawberry, chocolate, served with flakes, syrup or dips,
I'm off to the hotel again, I love my Knickerbocker trips.

The Knickerbocker is glorious, it really is the best,
there's none comes close, it's better than the rest.
forget your banana, your bubblegum or lemony zest,
I'll only entertain the Knickerbocker Glory, that I will attest.

The Knickerbocker Glory is simply a visual sensation,
It's famous and loved across the whole nation.
The Knickerbocker Glory is voted #1 by the population,
It's Knickerbocker-glorious, the greatest ice-cream creation.

Chime

We love those church bells,
do we not? Such chimes, such rings!
Are you a churchy type?
Or, like me, are you not?

Those bells we hear here
do have a rather angelic sound
(though, as we know, there are no angels).
But what a voice they have, those bells.

You don't do church, then -
like me and so many others?
But almost supersonic, those rings -
chimes that are quite a joy.

And they do bring to us
a historical flavour.
It enters our ears and hearts,
enters our ears and minds.

You have no religion, then -
that old-fashioned, out-of-date stuff?
Yet those bells send a sweet tang, zing,
almost a poignancy - sometimes sorrow, often happiness.

Ah, yes, we stand at that west end,
absorb those bells, that zing, that flavour.
We almost drink them, wear them -
yes, cherish and wear those rings.

(30 Dec 2022)

Taste and Flavour

Where is the flavour,
That we used to savour, 
Many years ago

Ripe, juicy peaches,
Apricots and plums
That made flavourful preserves

They were made by many mums.
Gooseberries and Raspberries,
Black and redcurrants too

Succulent, Apples, Pears and oranges
To name just a few
Make sure you have a handkerchief,

To mop up the dribble from your chin,
Nearly every home grew fruit trees
Not to would be a sin

Home produce is healthy,
Picked from trees and dug from Earth,
The labour was rewarding,

It most certainly was worth
The effort to provide
Nutrition for the family

To keep them healthy,
And survive,

Processed food was minimal,
When I was a little girl,
Too much of it is criminal

It makes my stomach curl,
Packets of seeds and granules
A lousy excuse for food

The advertising is misleading,
It states the contents are good
I try to steer clear of them.

And confident others should.
I miss the aromas that seemed,
To be more pungent in the past,

The flavours in fresh food
And the satisfying tastes that last,
I feel a lot of flavours worldwide have left

Please bring back taste and flavour.
Before, it becomes bereft.

A Cup of Coffee Please

A cup of coffee please
Cappuccino
Latte
Unknown
What's the additions
Coffee O, no addition
With creamer
With milk
With sugar
With Milo
What's  the difference
Plain bitter
Less sweet
Sweet
Mixed
And what will you ask for life
Sweet, sweetest, never bitter of course
You can prepare your own coffee
To your flavours
With a coffee maker maybe
All the ways to please yourself
But life is different
You only enjoy a cup of coffee
During leisure
You would numb yourself with a cup of coffee
During disappointments
And maybe coffee is the only friend
That always understands your feelings

Darling

The Unending Love
Let me love you once again
You are the reason I shy
You are the reason I cry
Let me love you once again
Darling you are my sweet crush
You are my teeth & brush
How can I eat without you?
You are my appetite & diet
You are my goldberg my sight
Nothing is more sweeter than you
Bitter salty metallic sour ripened male
Remember Love is not for sale.
Note.Love is blind not the lover.

Haiku's Temple 276

When touching an onion-
I feel struck today here
tomorrow still around.

What Flavour Cookie Are You

Hey babe, what flavour cookie are you?
Chocolate chip, sugar or raisin to name a few
I'd guess sugar
Sweet and demure
What a charmer but that I already knew

Flavour of the Month

As competitions are high, and the finishing times are nigh
If not in the top five winners, or mentioned, left, with why

Thoughts plundered, rearranged, wrote between the lines
Written over cups of coffee, tea, or that bottle of red wine

Past thoughts, wild imagination to grab the readers minds
Before retiring off to bed as the pulling down of the blinds

The days of restlessness, and trepidation for that final day
Just to check out if you are on the winner's list in any way

The winner takes a bow whilst the poor losers take the fall
Accolades graciously accepted as your name upon the wall

Competition is over, and yet again writers oil up their pens
For yet another competition, their poems they can on send

For some, there is no recognition as others always upfront
Losers sigh why cannot I once be the flavour of the month

Coconut So Full of Flavour

The ice cream shop has many favours
originate in Italy as Gelato it's named
many Italians took it across the world
now on our fat, it's to be blames

My personal favourite is hard to find
so many shops just don't have it
only a select few keep it in stock
but I keep looking never will quit

Pure beautiful delightful so divine
just a few names it's truly deserving
coconut so full of flavour
in my mind, it's the Gelato king

Kids love ice cream so much
whether it be a wafer, '99 or cone
but we're all little children at heart
we all love that cold effect every part

what a thrill to find my coconut
two large scoops so full of taste
creamy with little coconut nuggets
take it slowly every drop don't haste

The Flavour of Spring

Winter is gone now;
Small buds in Earth's womb,
With their red, blue heads,
Proclaim she's pregnant
After a long time.

Mating with sky,
And April rain,
She derives joy
In giving birth.

Fertile smell,
Sweet and mild
Pervades me.

Eyes touch 
New leaves,

Dozed.



Date: 12th April, 2019.
Contest name :Diminished Hexaverse Contest About Spring Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger.

Abuser Bean

ABUSER BEAN

Morning beams to light addiction
Brewing needs to a daily fatigued affliction
Dark brown beans of caffeine cupped in ceramic
Without brew: seems I’ll go manic

Vapour breathing cup of fragranced mist
Beckons to needy lips in frantic caffeine list
Odours burnt, smoky and oaky teasing steady sips
Frenzy of buzzing bliss on my coffee trips

Bottled, tinned or cupped I’ll keep my stash
Never to withdraw in a buzzing crash
Never fret to fill my cup
Why wait, just Fill it up

Each time alight the kettle, another hit
Whenever I please, I’ll settle to quit
In any aching addict, a heart lies thirsting
An empty cup forever searching

-Rickus Viljoen
@Facebook: Mr Writes

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