Short Sugarcoat Poems

Short Sugarcoat Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sugarcoat by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sugarcoat by length and keyword.


Brush

Tossing as much positivity,
into the air,
as possible,
to sugarcoat all,
the bitter negativity inside,
will leave,
a cavity.


Premium Member No More Need To Sugarcoat

Loving the comfort and warmth of my long green winter coat.
Smoking what I am wishing would just be my last cigarette smoke.
Realizing I no longer have anything to sugarcoat.
Form: Sijo

sugarcoat

chunks of dirt mingle with the bread.
cinnamon wafting in the wind.
a house of sugary bliss,
a promising deal of sweet paradise.

shoveling savories like a last meal--
bellies rising like dough,

suddenly shoved into a scalding scene.
outsides on fire,
insides igniting--
charred little children, 
burnt sugar lingering on their tongues.
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What I See

what i see.
I see nothing but a dead community of people who would never snap into reality and realize life ain't a joke, We live in an world full of people who only care about themselves and loves to sugarcoat but growing up like this will never be like the 70's 80's or 90's and that's okay cause life will continue to go. Hopefully we start a new generation and they learn to regrow.
Form: Rhyme

Sugarcoat

Dip the truth in sugar. Now it's safe to eat.
Point the twisted finger. Don't admit defeat.

Carve your name in stone, just to tell your sons.
A caper bent on error, and twisted by the gloves.

Mark my mind with paint, what a wild taste.
Echo promises before the big erase.

Leave a jar on every step, you've promised and you've broken.
You're not one for the people, an elitist for the tokens.
Form: Lyric


I never leave, I outgrow

What they do, they all know.  
They breadcrumb, sugarcoat,  
they love-bomb, gaslight,  
or sometimes just hoover or go with the flow.  
But I cry and try till the end,
losing self-reliance, going insane; 
because later I don't wanna feel sorry.  
I can't live with a heavy chest full of thoughts of hurting others,  
I don't wanna live with a repenting memory.  
I can't let my head to bow  
in guilt, in fear, in sin...  
thus, I never leave, I outgrow.
Form: Rhyme

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