Short Milk Shake Poems

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The Steak

He suddenly wanted a steak
But instead, he was given a cake
He jumped around then shout
And danced all about
Then he ordered a chocolate milk shake
© Daisy Ward  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick


Premium Member The Chocolate

The Chocolate!

She is a deliciously smart gal,
For each and everyone's her pal.
Be it in the brownie or cake,
Or the icy cold milk shake.
She sure can change everyone's morale!
Form: Limerick

Snowman

There once was a snowman, who made a mistake.
    He took a sleigh ride, but forgot how to brake.
    With a gasp of despair.
    He was launched in the air.
    He's now upside down, like a frozen milk shake.

          12/ 24/ 2017.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Milk Shake

milk shake about to start off
milk shake taste kind of bitter
a milk shake to start the day
milk shake throughout the day
maintain a milk shake
advice a milk hand shake 
that turns bad
you didn’t know 
about milk shake 
well me neither

Sip a Milk Shake

M-ilk shake you sip
O-pens Saturday with delight; 
N-ew dawn has broken, 
A-fter the long cold night.

M-ilk shake you sip
O-bliterates the intense heat; 
N-o more scorching sun, 
C-herish the coolness from head to feet.
A-llow the pain to fade, 
D-enying your heartache; 
A-im to stay composed, as you sip a milk shake.
Form: Acrostic


Merchandize Love

Sometimes, you use feeling
To kidnap someone's future
It's not an easy feeling to keep 
Love is like merchandize goods
You see the price tag then bargain
So much negotiation on both parties
Like coffee milk shake combine
To make amendments in the end
They always fight for own interest
Seldom fight for amicable happiness 
Which is conjugal and eternal.

Friend

Sitting on the bed 
talking to a friend.

Sharing memories 
and starting new ones.

Tell your darkest secrets
over a milk shake.

Growing bonds is 
what it makes.

Holding hands on the beach
cuddling on the couch.

A friend to turn to 
when the world has turned on you.

Receiving odd stares 
when talking to you.

I just laugh it off
and walk right through.

My friend is 
the unseen kind.

With no reflection 
or shadow.

According to most
my friend is a ghost.
© Cory Long  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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