Candy Personification Poems | Examples
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The smell of cantaloupe is enticing
Yearning to feel it’s smoothly texture
It beckons me to it with an unworldly call
The slippery flesh is on my earthly skin
As I hold the fruit it embraces me,
How sweet! How kind it is!
I sympathize and crave it!
A plant that is living and purring
Communicates to us with undecipherable
Decibels that can be heard from beyond our senses
But, I’m hungry; so hungry!
Tearing apart it’s flesh
It’s now a part of me; broken down to a
Molecular level.
Feathery clouds, cotton candy castles, whispery wind,
My heart craves for the state of mind and existence as Clouds.
Giants asleep, guardians of valleys, backbones of earth,
My wisdom craves for the state of persona as Mountains.
Whispers through canyons, the lifeblood of the land, journeys without end,
My energy craves to embrace life like gushing Rivers.
Sapphire giants, cradles of life, canvases for sunset,
My passion craves for the whispers so deep as Oceans.
Intercom: the visuals are incredible!
The spray of candy corn fireworks
and the snowflake stars. Land ho…
…and out come the celebrants. They
Stick their tongue to the flakes. Catch.
the honey Brach’s with their teeth.
Leaves layered everywhere. Seasons
on display. Children’s flower windmills
wheeling. Sun’s mellow-yellow-smile.
Oaks, maples and pines holding hands,
branches clapping, looking up, gifting
edible acorns and prickly pine cones.
The skies grow heavy with foreboding
as the great and small pumpkins roll in.
Hideous laughter, sinister carvings
on their orange ribbed faces. Seed webs
dangle from their toothy grins. The wind
says, “Boo!” and off go the craven beasts.
Oft the celebrants feel sorry for them,
having most of their insides scooped
and made into the most delicious pie.
They end up taking one in per house.
Each pumpkin shines bright, contained
on breezy porch, scared of the next boo.
Sharing hard candy with her best friend Shirley
Impossible task if deciduous teeth are lost prematurely
Although each child progresses in a different rate
My predecessor took its time as I came in a little late
I caused Chloé pain erupting—cutting through her gum
An icepack so frigid was chilling, making me numb
Chloés sneaky attempts to hide sweets in her room
Have cost her front baby teeth to come out to soon
Candy, I chomp up and bite down ‘til it’s in many pieces
Crunchy and noisy, sugar and saliva all over me releases
A child should brush us teeth, at least twice per day
And avoid sugary foods that promote tooth decay
A stubborn child who doesn’t listen to mom's wise advice
Needs to be told over again, more than once more than twice
A sweet tooth like me never gives in and so, I have a chip
Off to the dentist we’ll go, for a temporary behind Chloé’s sore lip!
Like sweet cotton candy
are my flowers light pink
no one slips on them
nor do they stink
Schnookums, your cat
enjoys her window seat
eyeing birds in my arms
and I feel so complete
We go back many years
you've watched me grow
now I'm tall as the house
you love me -- I know
I beg you keep this in mind
(don't wish to cause hysteria)
but I noticed days were numbered
for the neighbor's chopped plumeria
So please don't cut me down
like next door's unblooming tree
Look at me! I'm in bloom! :-)
Pray, just let me be
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2/27/2023
In Bloom Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
I found you in the market
Your eyes lit up with a glow
I sat you on the pouch
Putting on a show
With ghosts and goblins
Laughing and screaming
The wind flicking with eyes gleaming
Trick or treat was said
Then faces of delight
With doorbells ringing
And children singing
It was a Hallow night
Witches, Vampires and more
Came knocking at the door
Jumping through piles of leaves
Crossing streets for candy treats
Along came Freddy
With swords for fingers
Then Jason came by
With a mask of horror
All running by my flickering eyes
Then darkness came upon my light
I came back to life
On Thanksgiving Day
Then they gutted me out
becoming a pumpkin pie
Then a turkey flew by
The table was set
A touchdown was made
All seats were filled
And a prayer was said
Then the turkey was gobbled down
I felt whip cream
Upon my brow
I knew this was
The End
I sit in the back corner of a dark musty warehouse now
Discarded, forgotten, despised, unwelcome, bereft.
No one has been in this place for at least sixty years.
Once upon a time in my heyday I was revered and petted.
Children squealed with delight as they approached.
They laughed and giggled and chuckled about my candies.
Fat women covertly looked both ways before approaching.
They loved my offerings but did not want everyone to see them.
Milk chocolate! They said with a sigh, as they gulped my candies.
Skinny men whose wives had them on diets approached with a skip.
They fairly hopped away, with the enthusiasm of their youth.
These memories keep me happy as I sit here in this dark dungeon.
They brought me home in a plastic bag
The whiteness of it nearly made me gag.
I was optimistic when they took me out.
But then a woman began to shout.
Why would you bring me this kind of junk?
I got re-bagged and thrown in a trunk.
Trunk got hot and I melted so badly.
This is no way to treat milk chocolate candy!
O
Christmas tree ho hum.
Its scented needles unfurled.
The trunk plopped down and watered.
She sits, oh so still, like a good girl should.
Days and days later, she’s showered in tinsel,
dressed in lovely ornaments, gifted choice candy canes.
The Winter sun is placed on her head, warming her heart.
“Splendid,” she sighs, and then decadent wrapped boxes, drop
at her feet
on Xmas
Eve, a
twinkle in
the gifter’s eye.
11/28/2018
Shadow Hamilton’s Contest
I was reeking of spilled grape juice yesterday.
Today I stink like cigarettes.
In less than two weeks I have gone from new to old.
From crisp to filthy,
from sticky to stiff.
I shudder as my aggressor pulls me apart.
She yells something to her partner.
I don’t recognize the words, but….
Every time she yells this,
my belly hurts for days from her wickedly
insensitive manipulation, and indelicate prodding.
After fishing around with her hands, stirring
Green gum wrapper carcasses from one
Side of my tummy to the other,
She finally lets me catch my breath.
WHAM! I am completely dizzy when she
twists me upside down and shakes me hard,
Slapping my bottom with long, angry slugs.
I throw up pencils, pens, erasers, a variety of multi-colored
Toys, a washrag, crackers, cellophane wrappers,
A half-eaten candy bar, gritty stomach acid pills,
Paperclips, a baby’s shoe, two headbands, dust mites,
A dog biscuit and so many receipts it is ridiculous.
“Here they are!” Her partner calls.
She pops all the junk back into me, throws in
Her car keys for dessert, and off we go for more receipts.
I long for my clean shelf in Macy’s, and my relatives.
I think I need surgery,
Can I take out my heart?
Cupid is at it again,
The diaper wearing brat.
Love is bitter-sweet,
Why can’t I just have candy sweets?
Maybe Man wasn't created to be alone
God’s plan perhaps.
Drowning in my schizophrenic abyss,
I wonder if I would see bliss.
Maybe it’s me being randy,
Why can’t I have candy?
Despite things being rowdy.
Born without mating instincts,
My congenital disease,
Emotionally indistinct
In high degrees.
Juke on repeat,
The feelings play each time,
I don’t send text thinking
she would reply,
I am wasting emotions,
It's getting pointless,
My heart is turning sour,
And my feelings, voiceless.
October 10, 2017. Topic 'A' Love and Romance.
As I sit dustbound in the upper room;
This musky old attic, my temporary tomb.
Reminiscing my previous owners charms;
Her comforts found in my waiting arms.
I've carried her babies to candy places.
Put tiny grins on their sleeping faces.
They bounced on fluffy marshmallow clouds,
Where toadstools made of cupcakes abound.
Held the soldiers wife as she hummed love songs;
Dreaming the day her soulmate comes home.
Showing her the husband in visions enhanced
By my soothing, hypnotic, rhythmic dance.
Comforted the heart wrenched elderly widow;
Her life long love seen in fading shadow.
Strolled with her down lovers lane;
Her youthful passion remembered again.
Given her descendant; my resurrection day
Her grandaughter's babies whose dreams I'll make.
Happiness and sorrow, I will see her through.
This old rocking chair, my life made anew.
"My dear, I think you are shrinking!"
No, you just spend too much time drinking…
"No, I pass the time by thinking!"
Then it's just in your head…
"You are already dead! It's odd talking to a living corpse…"
I breathe your air! I walk your ground! I speak your words!
"Do you drink my sustenance, eat my food, Because, your words taste like repentance!"
I beg to differ!
"I want to see you beg on your knees!"
I want an apology, please!
"I WANT TO SEE YOU BEG ON YOUR KNEES!"
Could a corpse do this?
"You have a weak punch."
COULD A CORPSE DO THIS?
"You have a mediocre kick, just look how you hunch!"
Why don't you fight?
"I don't take candy from children."
That's not funny, it's not! I'm here! I'm in your sight!
"No, you've already left"
Come again?
"Give it back. You have till the count of ten!"
Rivulets of ice hung greedily
to the barren, brown, basalt,
like ribbon-candy in a baby’s hand.
The sweet, wet, drool oozed from Mother Earth,
like a frozen curtain draping the mist scattered day,
hiding the promise of spring.