Peppermints Poems | Examples

surreal

I can't imagine
my loneliness
being less
than the
outpouring
of gloves,
removed
so slowly......

I've seen fabric,
fade,
so strangely,
that was new
until abused...

A moon's cock-tail
is a sickness of dresses
a mid-night of a steal
of fresh red peppermints
of your gorgeous lips
as blazing shores in hail,
left behind, red starfishs

There's angelic in gentle hews
left behind in ever so clever
of wide-open innocent clues
and octopus denies 
having pockets,
of measured in a few
hanging up dark closets..

When Lilly Kisses Rose

When lilly kisses rose..... 
and lilly i did know..
and trees i thought... 
grew very deep..
and lived...
within the forest... 
.......
and green...
the hay is sweet...
and brown...
dry moss asks why..
.... 
and lillies white...
remind the sky... 
sweet cotton.....
how it swirls..
....
there grew the two..
so dear...
most thought...
....
sweet..breath..
and..peppermints...
two centered..
scents....
... 
and how....
before...
them both..
i stood...
too near...
their heart
by far...
...
and when..
i know.... 
how..
roses grow...
and pressed...
so hard..
was i.....
.....
and cups..
of milk...
i loaned to..
them....
cinnamon..
and spice...
....
sugar sweets....
they made...
from them...
now to know..
both why.....
......
while..
lilly bridged..
sweet roses..
bank..and..
water rushes...
by..

Panagiota Romios -POTW

Panagiota Romios

Spirited, elaborate and gracefully 
She weaves with ease her poetry
Wistful, yet strong, carries her own 
A starry queen on her exalted thrown        
She writes to please
Puts minds at ease
Cinnamon and peppermints, I wish her well
Flowers and dance for mademoiselle 
A true patriot, all Americana
A loving mother and Nana 
Sadly, I drifted away from the poetess
Too busy in my world of selfish distress
Engaging in on a realization 
That she fights for all and on occasion
At worldly events she has a feel                                          
Who can dishonor a woman so real
I’ll read her poems and hear her song
The innocent lady, whose was right all along


Equanimity
Humanity’s dance of grace.
Deepest smile, writing dreams.

Upon her velvet finger,
Gleams a moonstone ring.
Iced glass of Jasmine tea.

Honoring the warm, melodious,
Whispers of this midnight Spring.
Avant-gardistic
by Panagiota Romios 
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2023

Im a Chocolate Candy Holic

Chocolate? Sure. I like it several ways.
With lots of sugars, layered, and with glaze.
With caramel and peanut butter every day.
Add some mint also, I’ll eat it that way.

Truffles wrapped in fancy foils. Oh, yum!
Crunchy Nestle bar, yes, they are fun!
Chocolate I love in all kinds of environments.
I think I would like it wrapped around peppermints.

I am a chocolate-candy-holic you see.
I would share but I only have twenty-three.
Averaging five candy bars a night,
Most will be gone by Saturday night.

Christmas In July

Saint Monica's Mission

Tots rushing and jostling, reaching for gifts
Three hundred and two presents we did carry 
We drove to the shore, used pallet jack lifts
Children gathered about cheerful and merry
Everywhere bows, ribbons, bright wrapping paper!
Sandcastles decked with candy cane ornaments 
Boys and girls enjoying this wild zany caper
Eggnog, carols, and the smell of peppermints
A dapper Santa in his swimsuit chuckling, ho, ho, ho
Grab your boogie boards he bellows, time for a swim
We all shout out, hey Saint Nick, go man go!
Some of the crew followed Santa and joined him
Goodwill and cheer were now within reach 
With broad grins, ringing bells, kids thanked us guys
These unfortunates grew joyful this day at the beach                               
As did Saint Monica's who brought Christmas in July!

Awesome Kid Grandma

I like Scrabble, and Monopoly,
And Cadoo, and Dabble too.
I like The Game of Life,
And other fun stuff to do. 

I like challenges like 
finding peppermints in 
Chocolate pudding, using
My face, with hands in the loo.

I’m an A.K.G. according to my granddaughter.
She wrote a tribute to me.
A.K.G. stands for Awesome Kid Grandma.
And at school, I think I’m my students’ AKG too.

People Love a Parade

Parades prepared for pleasure and pageantry.
Phalanx of performers pound the pavement;
percussion sets the pace; piccolos lead.
Princes and princesses pass by on floats;
painted clowns pantomime, making kids smile
Patient pedestrians peddle their wares while
policemen patrol the streets for problems.
Patrons and parents pack the parking spots
peeling their eyes for a parader they know.
Politicians pitch peppermints and promises.
Parades leave us pleased but played-out.


written March 27, 2018
contest:  Silent One's, Alliteration

The Magic of the Oak -Part 3- Collaboration With Chris Green

The Magic Of The Oak (Part 3 of 4)
A Green and White Production

My eyes, roaming free
Stared at that oak tree
How could a large room it conceal?
I saw a small road
and water, a boat
I'm dreaming, for that can't be real

I walked down the lane
It started to rain
As peppermints fell from the sky
In drops pink and white
No stranger a sight
I stuck out my tongue for a try

Behind me the stream,
a strawberry dream
pink fragrance, so creamy and sweet
The chocolate boat
stayed neatly afloat
with popsicle oars, what a treat!

I floated away
Not wanting to stay
But now wish that I had not gone
A picnic you see
Was set up for me
In front of that tree on the lawn

The elves sang a song
And I sang along
The boat brought me back really quick
It loved music, so
it went with the flow
jam-session with popsicle sticks

(To be continued...)

***

July 13, 2017
Copyright © Chris Green and Darren White

Dawn Is More Than What It Seems

Dawn is more than what it seems

Take my hand, I’ll lead the way
through oatmeal frosted cookie fields
The two of us will run and play
enjoying all this morning yields

Candy coated pebble lanes
lined with chocolate butter creams
Fence line melted sugar cane
here among our sunrise dreams

So much love I have for you
as we stroll this paradise
Whipped cream sea foam morning dew,
maple glazed, a perfect slice

Hold me close as now we lay
beneath vanilla pudding skies
Kiss me once more on this day
as I gaze into your eyes

Meadowlarks in flight they sing,
melodies we love to hear
Lemon drop horizons bring
all we see so crystal clear

Marshmallows and jelly beans,
peppermints from up above
Dawn is more than what it seems
when it’s shared with one you love 

Good morning Soupers

Speak To Me In the 60's

Want you please speak to me in the 60's
In far out psychedelic rhymes
Take a ride beside the blacklight 
On the Velvet Underground 

Wake me up with the Strawberry Alarm Clock
Serving incense and peppermints in bed
Fixing a hole where the rain gets in
As the 60's flood my head

Walk with me through Asbury 
With a flower child in hand
Listening to the groovy tunes
Of Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band

Hang out with the hippies 
Before Monterey goes pop
As they fly like butterflies
At the moment the acid drops

Want you please speak to me in the 60's
In the innocence of peace and love
Back then we all had our share
But is there ever really enough?

Cowboy Joe

Cowboy Joe

My dad Joe, often rode the circuit rodeo
He lasso'd horses from the word go
Often he'd break them for many a few
His lasso event went far, for his name's Joe

Many men tried to go faster and win before him
They all found out, they were all left out on a limb
Now Joe didn't have not one mean evil, evil streak
He rode on many long extended trips in his younger peak

And he was one of the best of the happy hunting men for game
Always brought home lots of food for us, so we could all tame
He was one of the best riding lasso of mem who was in Rodeo's Hall of fame
I'm so dang proud to have him as my gifted riding cowboy of a father

Now ya'll come on over and give us a loud caller
For we always got on a full pot of coffee or tea
Cause we all learned from our dearest parents
How to be and expect to respect strangers with 
hospitality and have extra edibles like peppermints.

05/05/2015

Words--For Awesome Ann

Lady Madonna  she's a lady street fighting man, when Julie comes 
around daughter of darkness.
All along the watchtower incense and peppermints; crimson and clover
not dark yet.
Angel of the morning keep me hangin on I Am I said rings
Aquarius.
Valerie in a gadda da vida im a believer sugar sugar.
I can see for miles the last resort silver springs.
Aqua  lung  Angel born to be wild things have changed
wild thing.
Some velvet morning in the ghetto lady godiva Mr. Sun Mr. moon.
Angie 3 times a lady do you believe in magic younger girl
reflections touch me.
time won't let me id wait a million years don't sleep in the
subway  Carnival.
Country girl Brandy southern man going to California never my love
when the levee breaks peace train reach out in the darkness.
Mrs. robinson wear your love like heaven wendy nowhere man
dizzy master jack.
If  your going to California be sure to wear some flowers in you
hair.
Indian reservation the rain the park and other things.
I Love You.


graydye   The GOD Poet   3-31-10

Incense and Peppermints

Eager her love's palms cupping, my warm breath..
Gently kneeding, fragrant fingers caressing dreams
Curtains drawn a mirror turns she speaks they arrive
Beautiful ladies adorned in silks perfume; natures bliss
Slowly removing her hood flaming red hair mesmerizing  
Heights fiery eyes crystal sapphires about turquoise tides..
Spellbound this garden their flavour her aroma; enchanted.

Grandpa's Girl

Grandpa was quite an eccentric fellow.
Apple butter sweetened his coffee.
Wore high suspenders of red and yellow.
He'd slip me peppermints and toffee.

He'd lift me high on the shiny tractor.
We'd traverse the rows of citrus groves.
Of course the weather was often a factor.
The air smelled of grapefruits,oranges and cloves.

We'd ride through the sagging trees,he and I.
Had to dodge irrigation streams.
I adored him so,I can't deny.
He listened to my colorful dreams.

One day I looked up and he was old.
Knew I'd be missing him before long.
The thought of him leaving made me cold.
In my life he was a joyful song.

So I made the most of his company.
Raptly listened as he told me his story.
It's written on my heart,you see.
For Grandpa has gone to live in glory.

Papa.

one person understood me.
one person stopped the war in me.
to wipe away my tears in the night,
calling me sunshine, calling me blondie.
one person went so far away,
one person won't return.
another voice i cant ever hear,
another loss i couldnt afford.
because illness fought a better fight,
because of old age,
because of death.
thats why i cry tonight.
battered photographs,
stories my father told me,
they could never do you justice.
because i couldnt cry when i saw you for the last time,
thats why the tears fall harder now.
because im reminded of you when i think of things,
like blueberry pancakes and peppermints,
of easter egg hunts, and the best birthday cards.
i hate to think of when you last saw me,
when i was tainted, alienated.
and i wish that you could see me now,
how far i've come,
and help me go further.
because no ones on my team anymore.
because i dont think they understood you.
because they played the wrong song,
because they think that you still linger in this life.
i want go back.
i want to cry.

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