I ate my ice cream
way too quick
and now brain
is frozen!
The world has distinctive experiences for a man
And his journey lies in it
To a child, Ice cream is a delight
But not only in taste
An encounter, Admiration, Curiosity and Change.
A real first look at life
The construct entices a person before its flavor
As a growing child, sweet and shining things speak to us
The process meant something to us, to me
The start was only a moment meant for the fun
But as time passed
Emotions we had as kids, unknown to the world problems
Became either you feel or you don't
Like your palate
You outgrow somethings that it becomes nostalgia you didn't know you had
An aching sensation that fills you as you choose
The life of an adult
From Ice cream to Sorbet
From sprinkles to Ice
You become someone you can't recognize
And the people around you have to suffer for it
As the workings of the world wasn't working for you
But you get use to it, and try to understand it more
And see a better reason why some choices left you pillow wet
Are now the reasons a walk seemed better
Than rotting with your feelings
A change necessary but takes a lot from our young selves
Some call it growing up
I call it
Changing my palate
There once was a squirrel named Tippy
who loved ice cream that was chocolate chippy.
He’d wiggle and grin
as he dipped right in
that tiny-paw thief was so lippy.
Behold:
Banana flavored ice cream.
You thought you knew what creaminess could be…
Toss that banana peel into the air with joy like a graduation cap.
And you won’t slip except into something flavorful.
You thought banana could be split?
That was before you knew about that mellowness can be all in one.
And even banana bread can’t compare to that creamy lusciousness.
Brought to you by:
The Hidden Fruit.
an ice cream truck pulls up at the block
and kids have gathered with their demands
to ask the guy who sells the 'cold sweet thing'
to give them one to cool off in the afternoon
my mother would take us there
along with my sister who was fighting me before
to make us forget our stupid conversation
and peacefully enjoy the summer vacations
The sun stays out longer than usual
My shoes dusty from the road
My ice cream melting quickly in my hand
Music plays softly through my earbuds
The air slightly smells warm after the downpour
Kids laughing all up and down the street
The pool water shines all shades of blue
My friends out and about after sunset
We talk about random, interesting things
Sometimes summer feels endless
Every year it feels too short
I miss my friends more at night
Fireflies glow in the darkness
The sky, pink before dark
I watch the clouds coast by slowly
The ice in my drink melts before I finish
Late nights have my mind racing
Old memories come easier than other times
I smile more during June days
Everything feels lighter for some reason
Even sad thoughts feel softer
The night air feels calm and peaceful
Summer always leaves too soon
-On the pedestrian island on intersection of, Papilion.Parkway.On the corner of the street. For days, for weeks, so many months lies a full Ice cream cone, unbroken, untouched, and there's a white lava dried out puddle. The Vanilla Ice cream still yet white and coloring has not dissipated. Doesn't didn't disintegrate no evaporate ? Ice cream cone must have came from across the street from "Mcdonald's" where they sell real food?????.
Written words by James Edward Lee 2026
4/28/26
Cutting out a paper moon,
now in April not in June.
Eating ice cream with a spoon,
seeing TV moon at noon.
Now gluing it will dry soon,
to make a funny cartoon.
Paper moon is a balloon.
Summer Days
I watch my wheels go round and round,
as we ride our bikes all over town.
We hit the track to race our friends,
over the hills and through the bends.
The finish line is drawing near,
I didn't get first, but I'm still here.
We pedal to the ice cream store,
and then set off to go explore.
The street lights hum, they're all ablaze,
as we close out our summer days.
I bought some lemonade from a youngster
Selling from his front lawn table and chair
And I bought some strawberry ice cream
From my hometown local fair
I mixed the two together
To make a tasty summer drink
But when I drank about half a glass
My pee turned a yellowish/pink
I really didn't think much of it
Until I had to reuse the John
Because my tummy kept on telling me
That there was something going on
I sat there in my bathroom
Because my tummy really started to ache
Well, low and behold, just like that
I made a strawberry/lemon-like shake
Engaging a young fellow's dream,
Covertly by small flashlight beam,
With quick-moving spoon
He found out quite soon,
The meaning of too much ice cream.
Had some strange meals in my time
ostrich alligator bat and snake
all went down well it seems
but make no mistake
altho' not going off half-cocked
and yet unsure what signs it may bode
of all the just desserts
I like my ice cream à la mode
cherry ice cream on vanilla cake
the sweetest icing chef likes to make
candy sprinkled liberally
I am hoping it was made for me
Homemade ice cream made from snow
As white as the flakes in a snow globe
Tastes so good despite the cold
Chilling our lips tongue and nose
Grinning not always winning snowball fights
Dressed for warmth not wanting to go inside
Our weenie dog Jhat short only so high
Snow covered fur all up to his eyes
Playing with neighbors kids from the block
Having energy that seems never to stop
Watching dad shovel snow from the driveway
He never seems to mind that all we do is play
Snowflakes fall in a pattern of their own
Painting us all as we sing sleigh songs
The beauty of the snow painting from clouds
We will always remember it as if it is now
Tasty, cold and wraps around my tongue.
I like to sleep.
Which is warm sometimes.
Or icy, sharp, delicate.
Melty restfulness.
I enjoy the wrath of sleep that tastes crazy.
Wild, colorful.
Sleep.
Ice cream crammed into my dreams.
Wake up to the window open and a tree limb curling.
Wraps around in the night.
Howling like peanut butter ice cream does.
Or doesn’t.
I looked in the freezer that night.
Gobbled up the remains.
Tasty and cold.
Not many things are these days.
Tasty and cold.
Wraps around my body like ice cream.
I like to sleep!
After a tasty treat.
Still feels cold the next morning.
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.