Sugar Coated Poems - Poems about Sugar Coated

...Sixty years have passed. No one knew how to spell its name. No one knew when it first opened. It was forever, like the infernal summer heat. It stands indelible at the end of my street, at the e......Read the rest...

...They write in the language of perfume flowery powdered words all layered colours rising and lowering in different light spectrums as if the reader could discern without wisened translator th......Read the rest...

... sugar coated trees visions created with snow dusted by sweet birds Heidi Sands 1/24/24 (C)opyright......Read the rest...

...The players enter the arena to battle out their mind But we already know that only one will survive Four friends fight over rumors that spread Let us the audience see how their relationship will e......Read the rest...

...that sugar-coated suffering was once only bitter pain, the poetry you turned it into - gave it sweetness.......Read the rest...

... Ever been treated like you’re a slice of cake? By the kind of sleazy men that slither like a snake? They’re not the type to give, they’re the kind that always take. To all the women, listen, an......Read the rest...

...“I don't paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality.” Frida Kahlo“ In the absence of love, a childhood is shaped by the stars, but when black smoke is the only impression in th......Read the rest...

...I hung my heart upon the Christmas tree Placed my hope in a love that came so free Baby Jesus curled his little finger around mine Said, I have given you my own bread and wine Santa came rollin......Read the rest...

...What better way to slip out of this world than in one’s sleep? There is no guarantee, of course, it will happen that way with me. Still what harm in hoping? Yet it has benefits, like outsmart......Read the rest...

...Waking up to sordid days, under these clouds. On the journey of life, the life of dreams. On feeble grounds reaching impossible, heart’s in recess, a love is pending. I hope, as my past marred......Read the rest...

... Here, I scribble a letter to the rhapsodical rose, dipping my quill in stardust that slips like a violet waterfall from the tips of white oak trees. These marigold orbs shine ......Read the rest...

...THE FORGOTTEN PEOPLE WHEN I WAS GROWING UP IT WAS AN HONOUR TO SPEND TIME WITH MY GRANDPARNETS, TO LISTEN TO THE MANY STORIES THAT THEY HAD TO TELL ALWAYS WITH AWE AND AMAZEMENT. BUT AS I HAVE ......Read the rest...

...Poisonous words... Sugar coated......Read the rest...

...Give me your early mornings Give me your half-awake eyes Drag me in when you're pulling away Match our breaths when we've synchronised Give me your slow afternoons Give me your train of though......Read the rest...

...Poetry and popcorn. I'll take mine warm, popping over a slow burner, not with hot air. Buttered up, salty and full of fat. Poetry and chocolate. I'll take mine sweet, not sugar-coated......Read the rest...