Chocolate Sonnet Poems | Examples
These Chocolate Sonnet poems are examples of Sonnet poems about Chocolate. These are the best examples of Sonnet Chocolate poems written by international poets.
Neon lights twinkle against the velvet, dark skies,
Ferris wheel spins like a huge ring of fireflies;
Shadows sway in the pavement, tents, booths, and crowds,
As bright bulbs bring glare to cotton candy clouds .
Iron tunes from colorful carousel
Equalize clanking ride near the dinging bell;
Laughter listens to chatter screams in delight,
As hush whispers before the ride drops from height.
Sweet smell of chocolate, popcorn, and browned dough
Blends with oil from ride's engine in hot wind's blow;
Jumbo burger melts on the tongue bathed by Coke,
While the air is mixed with words of grease and smoke.
Young ones in a dreamlike world within nighttide
Savor the spot where pain pauses and woes hide.
A crime the February tongue —
In her box I'm open this time;
She alone melts chocolate eyes —
Eyes — camouflaged red ribbons, blunt,
Ever stained by glimpsing her love —
And in my dream, her dreams still glide;
Though no word lifetime by lifetime;
This day for me the darkest dawn —
Oh, what cries as I do this fierce,
For February's lovelorn tongue —
Where in the light, night intertwines;
Oh, God, there only in her kiss,
As it sinks in elsewhere be gone —
She's in my arms this Valentine's.
Tiny! Chocolate grain! Medicine for the mind and heart!
In nature's senses of flavours, doesn't this play a part?
Didn't it look granule-like when you the Trinity sowed?
It grew like your kingdom, sheltering the humble and proud.
Calming the heartache, stilling the mind, strengthening the bones
The shrub grown out of the mustard seed withstands all cyclones.
Dead in summer! Rose in trains! Shy in the shades of winter!
Though its leaves fall in the fall, who could its spring-growth hinder?
Doesn’t the mustard bear the wrath of the shines and showers?
Till seedness is stilled as a seed, fate, like a fog, hovers.
Is the metamorphosis monopoly of the flies?
Into each of its thick and thin, it looks towards the skies.
Who was an ignorant who couldn't understand the fact?
What else, except the fact, here on this earth, remains in tact?
beyond the cartoon spring in Scooby Doo
like a stag on a mountain’s rippled rove
a dimensional wormhole letting feelings through
bringing words of secrets, a couple’s love
an instrument whose song comes from within
a pluck, the kiss upon the lips
my meditation, a distant lawn mowing
bring me syllables served in porcelain cups
and the shaman knew its cosmic worth
a healing voice like a Tuvan’s throat
deep flames that crackle in the hearth
or further down to magma’s note
the twang, its cry articulates
with the warming drizzle of chocolate
Honey-Child That Sweet-Spun Gift, You Don't Want To Miss
She cried, "Please write a sonnet that bites my butt"
Dear poet, I give you whiskey, my mouth stays shut
With that you may be lucky, I send a french kiss
Honey-child that sweet-spun gift, you don't want to miss!
In it I place marsh-mellow licks and tiger hugs
Bring you a chocolate cake with magical bugs
A fifth of devil red wine and a cigar too
No end to the sex-fun, that night things we shall do
Let sonnet lick my pretty butt, as you taste it
I will go crazy mad, I'll have a raging fit
Dear, let it rhyme and send my sexy brain aloft
Make it hotter than exploding sun and so soft
Give me romantic verses, I care not the costs
I want whole movie, in our love, I get true lost!
Poem had better be sweet as a hot peach pie.
I'll be so naked it will lacerate your eyes!
Robert J. Lindley, 16 verse sonnet
NOV. 7TH, 1973
Note:
This poem was written for my beautiful girlfriend Alisa.
But she went to California to visit her father and never came back.
So, I never gave it to her. I had forgotten about it until I found it in these poems recently I found.
Chocolate Cosmos is said to be a flower unique,
My bone might be white, and my blood might be red like others,
My uniqueness, like the pole star, is always at its peak,
I set up my goals; I safeguard my needs on my druthers,
Out-of-the-box thinking, truthfully yet, is my hobby,
Love and truth, like flesh and blood, are my stamina and strength;
I allow my words, deeds, and actions straight, without knobby,
Equilibrium of physique and psyche goes full length...!
I have God-given knowledge, skills, attitudes, and beliefs,
Tolerance is my blood; veins are the world's differences;
I feel joy, like a friend, in erasing other's griefs,
With bridges of love, I lessen fraternal distances...!
Standing out from the crowd with my true self, I grow higher,
Sense of contentment, with the fullness of life, I acquire...!!!
Kind words spoken with the power to heal.
Inimitable pearls like no other in the vast ocean.
A comforting touch to soothe a strong emotion.
When sharp sorrow you attempt to conceal.
An unexpected token of love out of the blue:
To strengthen the bond; bring souls ever closer.
True sincerity, not the artifice of a poser:
A stranger’s chocolate-eyes smile just for you.
Sparrows patiently waiting for a handful of seeds.
Their trust bursts your heart with gratitude.
Contemplation of your blessings of plenitude.
Resolve resolutely to remove the heart’s weeds.
Virtue finds a home in a soul blemished but contrite,
One striving for purity, refusing to give up the fight!
O Mama, do you have company up there?
Your mommy, your sweet daddy, do you ever see them?
The sun no longer has the same courtesy here,
He no longer says hello, no, or even thank you.
I have mom, a tiny little regret every day,
You read so much; you drank so much coffee,
To escape sticky clocks, busy nurses,
You marveled at your fourteen grandchildren,
You worried about everyone, every second,
This morning, my little straw secret, it is,
For you to see the world in warm colors,
Sometimes I should have bought you a hot chocolate,
Alone, He would have made you think of other things,
Think to Uganda, to learned women, or to flowers.
PS : my mamma passed away a 23th of April
Spring is coming and so are many bugs,
pollen allergies will be on the rise;
your sneezing and watery eyes means drugs,
there will be days of raining in the skies.
Some days hot and some cool- oh, what to wear?
Driving involves avoiding the pot holes;
time to maintain and work your garden square,
everywhere there are crowds of eager souls.
Winter looks beautiful and magical,
walks in the snow so fresh and uplifting;
the snowflakes and icicles fanciful,
there is inspiration in snow drifting.
Love playing in snow and hot chocolate,
spring is ... pause it, enjoy it, and pause it!
_______________________
February 09, 2023
Poetry/Sonnet/Spring and Winter
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1524-274-09
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Spring Is Not All
sponsor, Michelle Faulkner, Judged 03/02/2023
Third Place
Just one cup in the morning; no added flavor
Ceylon tea or Assamese is my preference
Each drip and each sip I so favor and savor
Betwixt too light and too strong. This makes difference
Its red-black-orange mixture I fondly adore
My chocolate face waves betwixt its white-ash smoke
There's a fragrantly sumptuous taste in its core
To sip this nectar with me join a few townsfolk
It's poured into my cup in a hundred-degree
I start sipping. It does not hurt my lips or tongue
The process goes on till I, finally, could see
Not a tinge is left, and I feel extremely young
A cup of hot black tea is the day's protector
Can't I compare it with the heavenly nectar...?
09 February 2023
A Simple Pleasure Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Once upon happily ever after,
it’s the power that the storyline has;
Khaki pants red shirts selling novelty,
brown hair a montage passes in a blur
ending in a field of wildflower grass;
Every scene filled with possibility;
You believe that anything can happen,
two lovers meeting on an overpass;
Copper sunsets if we were a movie,
Chocolate moments melt into forgotten
candy.
BAKED ALASKA GRINNED THROUGH THE SNOWY WINDOW,
CREPE-SUZETTE NICELY SAT ITSELF ON A FANCY PLATE BELOW,
NEW YORK CHEESECAKE WAS FIT AND STRAIGHT FROM QUEENS,
STICKY TOFFEE PUDDING CLUNG ITSELF WHATEVER THAT MEANS.
THE LADY CHEF WITH THE COOKING CAP WRESTLED WITH SPUN SUGAR,
WHICH WRAPPED ITSELF AROUND HER GENEROUS BOSOM THUS FAR;
ORANGE PUDDING WAS SET IN ITS WAYS, GELATINE HAD GOOD DAYS,
STRAWBERRY GATEAU EASED ITS WAY BETWEEN LIPS MOST WAYS.
IT WAS CLOSED ON A SUNDAE BUT OPEN AGAIN ON MONDAY,
YOU COULD SEE THE LADY WITH THE CAP CHASING PANCAKES AWAY,
THE CREAM IS BETTER HERE - NONE OF THAT SLOPPY THIN STUFF,
YOU KNEW AFTER ALL THE 'SLIP AND SLIDE' - YOU'D HAD ENOUGH.
CHOCOLATE RAN DOWN THE SIDE OF FRUIT, STAND AND STARE,
THE COATING WAS ENOUGH - I'VE ALWAYS LIKED A NICE PEAR.
Veracity (story)
A horse galloped across a snowy field at the end of the pasture,
a fence jumped over a crazy gallop into the woods
came to a shuddering stop when meeting a moose
the moose charged the horse fled deeper into the woods were
the horse met a troll who took the animal into a cave and
served a bucket of hot chocolate drink
since the snow was deep that year, the troll also fitted the horse
with snowshoes and let it back to the field.
When the farmer came to the field and saw the shoes,
he had a nervous breakdown and was sent
to a clinic, where the doctors said it was all in his mind.
They wouldn’t let him free before he agreed
horses wear iron shoes and not snowshoes.
When he came back to the farm, the horse wore slippers.
Basket case
There is a smudge on my computer screen trying to clean it with spit,
but no, perhaps it is finger marks left behind by the strange people
Who sits in the back of the computer shop?
Their diet is cola and chocolate; they are thin, bald and weedy looking
I must whisper to them, or they shrink away.
They sulk if I disagree with their diagnosis, it will take time to get
my computer back.
When the owner closes the shop, they climb into toolboxes, the ones with
the helpful drawing of a screwdriver, maybe the smudge is a camera
watching me
when I have a drink tonight, I’ll pour it in the bedroom then go into
the bathroom and smoke a cigarette
buy a can of coke a bar of chocolate, eat and drink in front of the screen
and they will say, look, he is a basket-case like us.
In either first grade or kindergarten
I first fell prey to the Valentine's curse
when I got but five cards, all others ten
and from there, my fate went from bad to worse.
By middle school, my place in class was clear
my sneakers neither Jordans nor Converse
under their jibes, I shed many a tear
as they all would taunt my Valentines' verse.
But it was in High School I learned to fear
pretty girls who with legs and bosom tease
and on February fourteenth of each year
need more than chocolate to be pleased.
Long ago memories of times now past
yet from these times my fate was cast.