Short Cocoa Poems
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Dark sweet chocolate cocoa
Dash of cinnamon
With caramel and sweet cream;
Shaved chocolate and
Oblivion is
Destiny;
Um!
Fresh golden lemon custard
Beaten egg meringue
displayed on a chocolate bed
butter-flaked crisp crust
Lemon wheels atop
Cherry hat
Joy!
A buttery, flaky crust
Fresh cup, chopped pecans
Brown sugar and egg with cocoa
Dash of vanilla
Bit of bourbon, hug
Bake and serve
Sweet!
Let's keep this just between me and you
If the rest of the world only knew
They'd examine my brain
And they might think I'm sane
But my friends all know I'm wackadoo
calm, captivating
chivalrous, compassionate
colorful, caring
10/5/2020
4pm PST
Cocoa fingers, choco treats
every bite a crunch
Mid way to my mouth the zing
makes me want to shout !
Taste buds all in flight
here we go,
Sweeeeeeeet !
I AM BROWN
I AM BEAUTIFUL
I AM COCOA
I AM SWEET
I AM WARM
I AM ME
I AM BROWN
I AM FREE
FLOWING OF
COLORFUL HUES
I AM QUITE
TAKEN WITH ME
YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN
INTERNATIONAL POET
Cocoa warms my toes all the way down.
Marshmallows please and graham crackers.
Gingerbread too? Yes, thank you!
Ruin my supper? No.
Thank you very much.
Warm and toasty.
Delicious!
Thank you
Mom.
Placed : 4th : Standard Contest : Tania Kitchin
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Venus dropping chandelier dreams
Jupiter glides catching cocoa creams ~
Fireplace glowing
A powdered, warm, cocoa boost
Soft jazz fills the air
English Haiku 5-7-5
January 3, 2020
9:30pm PST
December is coming
so are the nighttime rides
upon the snow-lined streets
Christmas lights all aglow
dancing with the breeze
children everywhere
their faces full of hope
logs aflame in the fireplace
and hot cocoa in hand
Enjoy the holiday season
COCOA
This is me
Once the pride
Of your fathers
I gave them
Smiles
Yes I gave them smiles
Plant me you .
I do not
Discriminate
Plant me and
I will grow
You love
Eating me
As chocolate
Rub me as body lotion
Plant me
I will make
You rich.
fingertips of dripping ice that has frozen
glistening crystals of winter’s hardest snow
hot cocoa for my sledding friends, I need a dozen
reviving ourselves by a fireplace glow
pinkest cheeks awaiting familiar ho ho ho
Written 12-28-2021
Contest: Winter Quintain (English)
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Cocoa. Hot chocolate is so..............your skin.
Bred with vanilla. Sired kids' colors in between. Broad spectrum of brown.
Vanilla to pecan. Conversations between colorstruck year round.
Family gatherings often joyous. The food is delicious. Events supreme extravagance.
Cocoa. Hot chocolate. Milk and sugar. So dark. Flesh. Not a drink. Sip.
Form:
I would like one dollop of cocoa in my whipped cream please
The tiny Christmas Elf was so sweet, barista did this with ease.
She drank it down and promptly said “Thank you, I need another.”
The barista looked over at the elf’s grandmother.
I cannot say no, grandma elf said with a grin.
It gets better too. In a second, she will be joined by her twin.
Like a little fur in my Mexican cocoa said my old grandma
She is not kidding yelled out my ornery Grandpa Pa.
Saw a furry creature sitting in her cocoa cup.
He did not care at all, did not even try to sit up
You want a creature swimming in your food?
Sure do said granny. He puts me in a great mood.
She is crazy! Yelled grandpa, whose name is Joe P. Finn.
And we always thought he was the strange one until then.
What do you think about John?
About talks that he’d soon be gone
For forged papers from a con
That should in USA drop him
And just like that – Kim!
He is A Towering Don!
The sweet life smartly switched on!
A stunt of a speed faster than Sirocco
John from USA ordering cocoa:
Thousands of pods sparing Mexico
And still remaining a financial Iroko..…
Can he, John, for all the taken Guarana
Fulfill the prophecy of false Son of Chenaanah?
(This is a fictional poem)
Sonny the Cuckoo bird ate all of my cocoa puffs.
When I saw that the box was empty, I got rough.
He said he ate it because he loved that cocoa crunch.
I killed that damn bird and then I had him for lunch.
He'd been arrested for eating other people's cereal, he was a con.
I stuck my shotgun up that bird's butt and his ass was gone.
Some people say that shooting him was hasty.
Maybe so but that damn bird sure was tasty
Hot cocoa is my beverage of choice.
To it's deliciousness I must give voice.
On a cold winter's night
There's no greater delight.
It makes my taste buds stand up and rejoice!
Written by Kim Merryman 10/22/2011
For Francine Roberts "Pick a Beverage, any beverage" contest.
Listen to poem:
One Winter
David J Walker
It is a drifter
Named winter
Who never
Keeps promises
One winter
I moved into an igloo
In the front yard
But only for an afternoon until
Mother called us in for hot cocoa
I loved to sled
I loved to stand at the window pain
And watch freezing rain turn to snow
Making me think of sledding
And when I might go
One winter
There was no winter
Only gray days that made you feel cold hateful
There was no snow there was no winter
Olive eyes
Drink your smile
Cranberry cries
Of deep denial
Candy kiss
Of licorice
Can’t resist
I’m ticklish
Cocoa soul
Hot and deep
Hands we hold
Sweaty sweet
Like tootsie rolls
Are my feet
Licking toes
Make me weak
Yeast roll buns
Soft and brown
Fingers of fun
Let hair down
Braids escape
Like a wave
Rubbing face
Touch your fade
There’s a lake
You inspire
A private place
You set a fire
Heart that beats
As yours repeats
Romantically
Ready to eat