Sorbet Poems | Examples

A sundrenched spell

the sun's caress glitters off your sultry skin
while a balmy breeze caught in your hair gives way

deep in your eyes is where i want to drown
basking in the taste of summertime sorbet



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Orange

Orange is the color of  leaves as they fall during fall

Orange is the color of autumn. 

Orange is the color of pumpkins on a cool night.

Orange is the taste of orange chicken at the chinese buffet. 

Orange is the sound of pumpkin spice candles being sparked. 
Orange is the sound of the loran on my tv. 

Orange is the feeling of calmness on a cool rainy day. 

Orange is the sweet and sour taste of sorbet. 

Orange is the feeling of fear as the day goes on.

Orange is the look of coolness and chillness.

Jolted by Twilight

I lay with languor praying for an answer I’d been seeking.
Azure glitter-drops splashed upon
the clean white sand nearby my feet.
I drifted into sleep then as wisps of clouds
in a sky mirroring the cerulean sea beneath it
wafted slowly like my slackening pensive thoughts.
I’d dozed and was awakened by gulls’ shrill long calls.

Instantly, I was jolted by twilight, and I
saw crimson and persimmon devouring sky.
Slathered-on apricot and rubescent streaks
formed the backdrop to the seagulls’ piercing shrieks.
Some saffron deliciousness was also in my view
when just as suddenly came the answer to
the question I’d been pondering before my nap.
It came as if the sunset had the sound of a snap!
Gamboge, tangerine and raspberry sorbet
drizzled into sea at the end of that day.
Mesmerized and well-pleased, I lingered there.
Dusk turned into night with the hush of a prayer.

inner critic

He used to take his lectures with a cigarette and a 
blindfold.
Can you publish a single sentence?
Didn’t work for James
won’t work for me
choclate sorbet
sunday
in the pipe playing
old mexican sweat
from an old tube amp
and how’s that for a sonnet?
Close but no dice
this ain’t horse shoes
and you ain’t no hand gernade
ten stone gained 
while im ten stones lost
stoned in the gutter
wasn’t me on mr ferris’s window grate
too bad
no one likes the blues anymore
and the inner critic keeps chewing away
through the poems like I’d left them
for the rats
real sick son of a 
to dissolve one’s own work
never made sense
didn’t have to 
makes sense
and then you name it
god the names
the fonts
it’s the title of a Piece after all
too much noise
interferance
bad baggage send it out
its not mine anymore
and so the poems go

Christmas Walk

He’ll take a walk on Christmas day
pass by the hill where children sleigh;
then pause to hear them laugh and cheer.
He can still hear them loud and clear;
though long since now, they passed away.

On frozen lake, an ice ballet,
a beau gives out a red bouquet.
To relive times when she was here;
he’ll take a walk

Fondly recalls, with mirth, when they
gave him the yellow snow sorbet;
the rascals did it year on year!
He wipes away a frozen tear;
to recollect, on Christmas day
he’ll take a walk.

French Onion Soup

I first ordered French Onion Soup
while dating a new girl I’d met
I did this to seem worldly-wise;
This is something I wouldn’t advise;
It’s a soup that plays hard to get!

It arrived and threw me a loop;
For a start, it’s covered in bread
sealed with some hot molten cheese.
I stared long and thought, holy-jeez
then picked up a spoon with some dread.

I felt like a big nincompoop;
I stabbed at the cheese, on it’s raft
which made its escape from the bowl;
flew totally out of control
like some sort of alien craft.

I honestly tried to regroup
with the girl, with cheese on her lap
who, by then, was sobbing away;
I said, “Would you like some sorbet?”
She quietly called me a sap!

Pale Daughters Part Three

Pale daughters beam in the miers
their freckles shine galore
eating sorbet all day

They skip to school
trampling on the dandelions
They are the daughters of pan
musically adroit yet quite forlorn

Their mother tongue is telling half truths
to their peers 
half awake they want to wrest your pulse
They cannot be considered inconsequential

Thoughts On Blackberries

I’ve never been fond of blackberry cobbler
--I’ll pass, too, on the blackberry sorbet--
Too many seeds get caught in my teeth,
Dentures may change my mind someday.
Give me raspberries, softer and sweeter,
With a taste which excels the blackberry
They make a deliciously tasty berry parfait,
Hands down, they’re my favorite in dairy.
Blackberry jams have way too much seed
If you want the taste with toast, try jelly,
But I would suggest you go for apple butter
--On this many of my friends are agreed--
If you persist in your love of the blackberry
Willing to pick them, do avoid the thorns,
I’d suggest you get a very good toothpaste
To clean your teeth and the smile you carry. 

Written August 7, 2022
Submitted to “Your Thoughts on Blackberries” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by “Matt Caliri

Make No Mistake

The women in my family
Clean baby butts, scrubb toilets
Work, go to school, cook dinner
And study for final exams while everyone sleeps

Daughters, sisters, mothers and grandmothers cut from the same cloth
They take care of their men
They make them wash the dishes and watch babies
While they eat pomegranate sorbet and watch The Bachelor 
Or something not-football on Netflix

Our strength and our legacy
Make no mistake
The wife I married, the daughters, and granddaughters she raised
I stand in awe of every day

What a Blast

Russia has just shattered our space
So we must find another place
Where we can orbit
Sucking our sorbet
As we think up how to save face

Dinner Party

Across the murdered meals,
cigarettes stabbed here and there
into sorbet,
bits of chocolate flake cake,
he will start to relate their story,
but she will-
	t-t-t-
and tell it over the uncleared plates,
coffee spills,
to others shiny eyes
and the eager nods of her friends-
Until he didn’t know her
or how they had begun.

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Ice Cream Fav-

Ice cream
What’s your flavor?
Neapolitan mine
Summertime just right for ice cream
Sorbet
 

6/3/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©

Summer Shades of Love

In warmth of solstice she turned cool sixteen          
unleashing a torrent in heart of June.
he yearned for tulips he had never seen
till their eyes met that summer afternoon
 
sapphire mystic eyes, her tanned soft red cheek
lambent lights sweetened a mango sorbet
pastel illusion too frozen to speak  
nightingale songs tuned a dance anyway.

footsteps  faded looking for  silver streams    
in desert of thoughts, world of make-believe
shimmering a mirage painted in dreams
a heart warming story, pure love they weave.

In gold braided tresses, her vibrant flame
of summer love shades, he could never tame.





Dated 18th May 2021


Sponsor	John Hamilton
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