Short Donut Poems
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Honey glazed donut to go.
A tall mug of french vanilla coffee.
It doesn't get any better.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2026
It’s Donut Day in the USA
Forget the dieting for today
Sugary and sweet
And rough on one’s teeth
For just one day don’t fret o’er decay.
If I were an Oscar Meyer donut
Living in a Pacific Island hut
I’d be sweet and sincere
And drink all your light beer
Scruffy beach bum sugar hair like a mutt.
I found that life can be so sweet -
it came to me, at once, complete.
Now, it's deep inside, and can't be taken away.
I made it a part of me today.
It's impossible for you to see -
the donut that's within me.
Loneliness is a stale donut
Forgotten and left in box
For how many days now?
How many days!
Takes as self-pity
Eating the donut it tastes like pain
And sickness rising in my throat
For I remain and the box I throw out
How's that old donut shop, the one between your ears
Are you still serving up donuts like in all your previous years
Over a large cuppa coffee
With a Boston Cream or three
Till you finally close up shop and call it a career
Donuts come and donuts go,
because they're round, and so
when you take them off the fire,
they're shaped like a rubber tire,
with a hole right in the middle -
they ain't no pancake from a griddle.
Where do the donuts go?
Don't ask me, I don't know.
He awoke to a powdered donut skyline
Silent trees draped in gossamer veils
Danced in a shimmering rhythm
A cold sun slid across the horizon
Sunrise a mere reflection of itself
Teased the hoar frost curls of idle winds
His coffee cooled in still consternation
As he was consumed by a powdered donut skyline
The Cinnamon Bazooka Bun is an ardent dough
a pound of sticky heat that dissolves
the tongue in an ****** of butter.
There is an uncertain pantless fervor here
in the parked Impala, a craven pursuit of the
spiral core, winding mounds of sacchariferous frit
A cop drives by--and we shrink in our non-chalance
our frosted, reunion-phased glaze betrays no chance
that something untoward is not happening here.
Is the doughnut a small price to pay, for a man or woman who lays down their life for me and others every day. Is there no greater sacrifice than to lay down your life for another, why can't I look at law-enforcement as my brother? Sure they cause me pain, but it's not for their gain. It's because I forgot to follow the rules, should be slapped on the knuckles like the nuns did in school.Thank God they are out there for me without them I would be Not as safe, trepidation not glee.
It's worth the trip-you know that's true.
So have yourself a piping brew.
A rich and pleasing Columbian treasure.
No other coffee can quite measure.
Sure, I'll have a donut or two.
Glazed or cream filled-either will do.
Yet it's the coffee I come here for.
One cup leaves me wanting more.
Trickles down my thirsty throat.
Hugs me like a comfy coat.
There's no other java quite as good.
Just my opinion-that's understood!
written by Deb Wilson
May 28th, 2015