Granulated Poems | Examples

brain freeze at first bite

snowy white with shiny granulated crystals
pink yellow and red candy sprinkles on the top
brain freeze at first bite

Stereoscopic Wishes

Circuits of joy, a digital sunrise, bloom,
Homographic hues, escaping a granulated room,
Electric laughter, like a synthwave's bright cascade,
Radiant as neon signs, your spirit unafraid.
Year after year, a story, a code you rewrite,
Luminous dreams, taking flight in the virtual night.

©bfa031025

My Feelings About Rhubarb Pie

have you tried tangy zingy rhubarb pie?
I like the taste, oh my, oh my!
I like the colors of pink and green
everything about it is terribly keen.

I like rhubarb pie cold, it is a dream!
It is fantastic too warmed up with vanilla ice cream
granulated sugar on top makes the crust sweet and real
I gulp this tart sweetness down, my tongue loves the feel

I salivate as I think about rhubarb pie’s taste
some think cobbler is okay, but to me rhubarb pie is the best
Keep the strawberries out, adding them is a waste
I like my rhubarb pie pure, the ultimate delicious taste.

Winter Chill

Outside, the air has grown inordinately chill.
As the winds fatten into swirling, sweeping gales,
Snow forms into heaps, structured like mounds and hill.
Silent and solitary lie the inert sleeping vales.

Winter days are growing brief and icy cold.
Mountain peaks glisten in granulated powdery frost.
Trees devoid of leaves look so fatigued and old.
The lustrous sheen of the sun is thoroughly lost

Snow lies all around like glistening folds of silk
Snowflakes spin and dance in bedimmed light
The earth looks like an upturned barrel of milk
Winter paints the land in colors of gleaming white

_________________________

~Placed First~

Brian's Contest- You Decide
Jan.14.2023

~Placed First~

12 Lines of Rhyme- 
Winter Nature Themed Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Tania Kitchin

The Gs Have It

glib glassy green-eyed gruesome ghoulish goblins grabbing gloriously
glitzy glimmers of gourmet garnish.  Giants give garbled ghosts gruff
growls.  Gargantuous groups of glamorous gargoyles give greeters
goopy green gravy.  Garbanzos grab globs of giant gamblling goulash. 
Glum grieving giraffes generate gibberish in German.  Granulated grocers gripe about grimy glittering goblets.  Gainful games google greening, guessing about grimy graveyards of gruffly grotesque ghouls.  Glam Grandma Gigi gazed at gradual greasy grasshopper’s greedy game-changing griddles and granolas. Grazing garbled granite gleaned Greta Garbo’s grateful giblet.  Gus’s glorious greasy gangly go-go galoshes garnishing Gilly's’s gristled grizzled gemstone gleaning gallons of gracious gangly gallows.

Calling My Name

In the sandbox of my memory
reasons come and go
Castles worn in corners scorned
left without a moat 

Granulated laughter
idle unreleased
Waiting for a last return
covered over deep

The jungle gym sits dormant
a mass of rusted links
One ring missing ladder gone
the rope swing short and kinked

The teeter totter frozen
its pivot rusted tight
The sliding board a one-way trip
fading into night

The sandbox of my memory
where feelings go to die
My childhood friends whose echo’s rend 
timeless bye and bye

Still one last voice is buried
deep within the grains
The one I shunted until now
—calling out my name

(The New Room: August, 2022)

Digging

I've dug my words beneath
Your skin & found layer
after layer of why your eyes
Often drift over a sea of thought.
It's quite beautiful there,
Your own private getaway
Where you can dig your toes
In the sand and sit in peace.
You've learned to let go &
Not look back.
I've dug and found at your feet
The taste of true expectation.
I've placed my kiss in your sand
A million and one moments, shifted
And granulated in memory.
Somewhere I've misplaced my shovel
And learned patience in just being.
I've left a piece of myself to always
Remind you

This Is Falling Snow-

Twinkle white powdered Frozen dew
Specs of granulated salt sweetened
Suspended fallen crushed sugar cubes
-Frozen drops rain dots leaping

9/12/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020

Winter Blacken Skies Snow Succulent Brights-

Mountain blizzard succulent Whirlpool night knows
Upon the heighten bridge light steadfast stalls
Ranges mountains bucket filled with snow
Frozen is the rain fall and winter calls

Blizzard Blues it storms over
Temperatures frozen air threatens us
Animals run for warrants cover
Where is the Abominable Trust

Succulent ices crunches maze
Autumns gold which is here blizzard season
Popular skiing sledding polar games craze 
Can't swim in frozen lake no reason

Twinkle white powder Frozen dew
Boy suspended fall and Crush sugar cubes
Specs on granulated salt sweetened
Frozen drops rain-- Sleeping

Black as night sparkle snowflakes 
Specs flowing growing drops of Lights 
Glitter Sparkle shine so bright 
Like Dark Skies black snow succulent Whirlpool nights

9/24/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for project North Omaha writers group (NOW) assignment

Baby Oh Baby

in a juicer, juice 
1/4 c of rhubarb
1/12 cups of strawberries
1/4 c of ripe red apple
1 cup of raspberries
1 inch of ginger root
1/4 c balsamic vinegar
simmer to allow mixture
to thicken, add one cup
of granulated sugar
and allow to cool.

one homemade pound cake
cut into about thirteen
slices, roll thin using
a rollin-pin
melt one cup of butter
paint all sides of rolled
cake, place in a preheated
320 oven for about 10-15 minutes
to allow the cakes to crisp
and become cookie like.. 
remove from cookie sheet and allow to cool

1/2 gallon of vanilla bean ice-cream
 2 scopes in a bowl
2 cookies on each side
top with berry jam mixture
add a couple blackberries
and whipped cream to top
sprinkle some roasted 
sunflower seed and serve.

Some Carbs Or Other

cup me in some sweet condolences 
leave me dusted in saccharin 
after honey licks

there on your lips
autumn burst fruits
and
bruises

my blush of knowing
too much
my rush of tasting
enough
to be hooked on your liqueur 

lips. granulated resistance 
spent.
echo.
fullness empties,
echo.
post
coitus tristesse,
echo

sugar the fruits'
echo

Desert Reflections

Desert Reflections

Desert wind lifts the white blanket of sand again
Into the granulated fog like moving cover that it is
Conditions that prevail against the host of light
Blocks visibility, blots out the sun 
Yellow in its infinite enormity
It normally occupies a large portion of the sky
But the blue dome of Earth which it covers
Dwarfs the size of sun at dusk
The blue goes on forever in the open end of days
Growing smaller by the hour on a heavy horizon ledge
Creates there, a heavy matter of reflection on the dunes
As sands cut through
Weathers what ever limited tree and vegetation there might be
Always on the verge of extinction as the future moves in
With precious little water to consume
Ever moving with the dunes in that direction
Thirsting for something other than a desert

Sunset

Here I sit on the beach's grey sand
as the sun begins to set.

Another day is complete...come what may.

The gentle sea breeze kisses my face,
as I pull my blanket around me snugly.
My hair dancing playfully.

I close my eyes and let my mind drift away,
as I hear the seagulls cry overhead
and the waves breaking in a hypnotic rhythm.

I scoop up hand fulls of dry sand
and let it slip through my fingers like granulated sugar.

Breathing in the fresh salty air,
I feel the suns warmth upon my face...
as all the days tension melts away.

It is one of those moments in time that shall be tucked away,
to be retrieved sometime in the future...
when my mind and body needs to escape
the stress of everyday life.

                                                  P.R.Deremer

A Stone Heart Never Dies

Dear Charlotte 
Don't play games with my heart
For mine is half stone 
As a snail wrecked on the beach 
Full of sand that is slightly 
Petrifying inside itself 

At least this heart is
Cuddled by waves 
Till it is eventually thrown between 
Some big stones and 
Stays still there 
Just for nothing
Out of nothing 

May you imagine that after
Few hundreds of years 
I child will most likely find
A little piece of this 
Cemented broken snail 
Have a look at and
Throw it back into the waters 
Out of nothing but 
A bit of curiosity how and 
If the waves will ever bring it back
Among the billions of tiny golden 
Granulated relics of once upon a time 
Petrifying hearts 

A stone heart never dies

Bitter Mosaic

Stretched to elasticity’s extreme…
nothing more to give; 
like an overturned cup,
the nectar drained and dried 
to granulated etchings on the rim.

What was that said
about a heart filled to the brim,
running over with love’s treasures?

A bitter heart leaks away
till after time and after tears,
grief’s blank mosaic tiles the floor,
and the steps of all who enter
echo in the dark.


© 1987, Faye Lanham Gibson

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