Indulgence Poems - Poems about Indulgence

It can’t have been the scallops,or the rump of Islay lamb, washed down with white Rioja, and followed by sweet meringue. It wasn’t the skate au poivre or the salmon canapés, nor garlic stuffed green olives or the...Read the rest...

At Christmas we feast to our hearts galore, And can eat until our stomachs are sore, If one’s gut should implode, The bottom may explode, Oh! My goodness! Do I have to say more? 30/11/22 Tania Kitchin A Funny Christmas Limerick Contest...Read the rest...

The neighborhood buffet boasted fried chicken and biscuits, toasted, creamy gravy, and smashed taters. You can serve yourself, no waiters. Into the long line you will strut more than ready to fill your glut. Bypass the green...Read the rest...

Lovely to look at Incredibly delicious Fresh baked donuts Not so nutritious Sugary and sweet Glazed so divine A baker’s dozen They’re all mine Too much sugar Brings on a coma But I have earned My donut diploma Licking my fingers After each bite Sends sugar level Clear out of...Read the rest...

so welcome the rain arid ground starved of moisture… a paddle for wheels © Harry J Horsman 2021...Read the rest...

Birds of similar feather conspire together when sores of society open chaotic doors. A boiling abscess provides easy access. Statesmen must team up before angry masses teem and cross the threshold of justice. Jan 11, 2021...Read the rest...

I saw an old man sitting by the road His coat was torn, and his cap was low It was clear he had no place to go Life had given him too heavy a load. I thought to stop...Read the rest...

Gentle rain shower looking beautiful until the roof starts leaking Egoic indulgence hardly seem harmful until we feel ourselves contracting We first build up the momentum and then upon realising seek undoing The sway of the pendulum takes time in again...Read the rest...

Gentle rain shower looking beautiful until the roof starts leaking Egoic indulgence hardly seem harmful until we feel ourselves contracting We first build up the momentum and then upon realising seek undoing The sway of the pendulum takes time in again...Read the rest...

Modern Appetite by Michael R. Burch "Women, wine, song ..." It grumbled low, insisting it would feast on blood and flesh, etcetera, at least three times a day. With soft lubricious grease and pale salacious oils, it would ease its way...Read the rest...

Her oil indulgence... Her oil indulgence... It was all over her hair tress and Permeated in her whole skin too From top to toe And the drape slips away 'Her nape just uplifted her bun on air' 'Her breast embellished those glinted...Read the rest...

Chocolate, it's been a rocky road deliciously swirled in mouth a delectable treat quickly melting within the heat a bite teased, aimed to please more than sex appealed WHIPPED creamed caramel covered BANANAS shimmering glass beads spooned and licked clean in the moonlight a...Read the rest...

Why dip when I can sip Why sleep when I can have a trip Just a tip for my mind to strip Just a drip for a bad day to flip Short gaps between gulps Long chats between spats On a...Read the rest...

A witch flits and twists through the indigo mist, Belch from the bog draws intrigue and interest, For a look-and-see, most definitely, Fulfills the potion that the witches need. (***Sight Under Construction) 13 September 2019...Read the rest...

A sweet aroma wafts by Lamb, onions, I cry Enjoyed in my youth were those Creamy potatoes, Peas, spices and cheese Shepherd’s Pie PLEASE! April 30, 2019...Read the rest...