Sugarplum Poems | Examples

Juneberry

High Fives for June 6-10-25
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Juneberry

garden chameleon
green leaves turn red then purple
nicknamed sugarplum
berries of blue in clusters
hedgehogs feast on summer treats

Back To the Seasonal Future

“back to the seasonal future”


i dreamt of waking
to a night where
a pillow fight
did break out out
in the garden bed

a puff of goose
down now
lays on the ground
and sugarplum fairies
dance in my head

Christmastime

Christmastime

Green evergreen trees - candles aglow
Family and friends - wreaths with red bows
Cookies and caroling - sugarplum dreaming
A babe in a manger - a star brightly beaming

12-6-22
Contest: Bite Size Poem No.56
Sponsor: Line Gauthier

Christmas Ambiance

glitzy rhinestone sky
inspires sugarplum dreams
christmas ambiance

Children

We hardly knew we were children 
When we trudged like soldiers 
Through the new snow
As it draped the barren maple
Trees 
Of the northeast 
In a new winter coat,
We barely knew another world sang like 
A mutable wind, 
Beyond the phantom of
Small town madness
Where matriarchal rules 
Danced like the sugarplum fairy 
Right into the minds of its youth...
So,
Some of us hitchhiked out, 
Long hair and guitars in hand, 
Some flew to colleges out west,
And those that never left
Couldn’t believe there could be 
One small bit of grace 
In a new chorus of thought 
Right smack in the middle of change,
So they stayed,
Just to be sure the four 
Precise seasons 
Still snapped into place, 
And they too
Had children 
Who didn’t know they were children 
Year 
After year.

Kissing Lips

Waves of romance caress her dreamy shore,
   Desire in its rise and dips
 I only want to hug her more
 As the gift of love flows from her fingertips
 And I tenderly kiss her sugarplum lips

 12-22-19
 Kissing Contest Poetry Contest
 Sponsor: Bobby May

Season's Eatings

Hot apple cider
Cinnamon savors
Gingerbread houses
Sugar and spice neighbors

Peppermint cocoa
Sugarplum favors
Gifting my tastebuds
With Christmastime flavors

12/13/19

For 'McWhirtle Me' contest
Sponsor: charles messina

Horror Love

You are gluttonous, wrathful, and frigid
I’m always watching you, even as you sleep
We're killers with murderous instincts
I’ll annihilate all that hurts you, spit on their low life headstones
We’ll fill the grave yards, my psychotic sugarplum
Floating on surreal beams, you never smelt so enticing
You’re my deranged priestess, the faith healer I will always come too
I’m feeling raptorial and incubus
I’ll stuff you in my mouth, pull your hair, cut your wind slightly, and eat you out slowly.
My love your provoking wrapped in a filthy fashion, you are royalty
Let’s make the weak bleed through their throats
The murder of blackbirds sings are song during sunrise
Body bags full of rotten heads covered in sores
Their bones pulverized to dust
This is immortal condemned agony
Darling lets continue this unholy heaving
Bite my skin and drain me
Let me feel your loving emotion through your fingers
Please enter my mouth, while I hold your chambers with sweat and covet
Sing like angle frenzy, your nightgown is compelling
Beautiful and terrifying, let us be in suspension

Pine Tree Legacy

When duskfall  glints across a  lustrous  arc
Deepening the green of our Yuletide pine;
My eyes capture this eternal  wonder
As  a ladder of bulbs  surrounds  the pole:
Joyful  these hours ,  graced by a ritual
Every late October , Dad’s  tradition
And I , an eve-  daughter  am still beguiled
By such gaiety so markedly engraved,
Adorning  bright twigs with vintage  décor--
Then  a candle is passed ,  our wishes shared
While Dad tucks an angel  crownng the top
Till  Mom gathers us for sugarplum  fare!.

Though older now    this gift of ardor lives  on
My family decking the Christmas tree,
Same time of the year, late October:
I hang gold baubles knowing that a presence
Lights among the sprigs, the winding branches…
For Mom and Dad are felt in this moment
By the glitter of  pine, candles aflame,
A  tree magic eclipsing all my seasons.



Christmas Tree Contest of Shadow Hamilton
12/13/2017

Pouring Out Her Heart

At times, I sank low
At times, I felt on top of the world
Questioning why ebb and flow.
Why the bitterness creeps in, I asked?
Nobody knows, I wept for night to over
Memories of my mother kissing on my cheeks!
Wish I could fly back to her before dead separate us.
I wish I wish ……
Growing in her wings was like having sugarplum.
Nostalgic dream, while holding forth her care
Would it‘d be enough if I live for her
At any cost, pouring out her heart.
Simply cherishing her boundless love!

The Humbug

When you see sugarplum reindeer pulling,              a chocolate Santa  in a golden sleigh                          It may have not been the dragée little protégée when you dance with a ginger man, at his house when three Christmases, become a nightmarish hole,               made of marshmallows.                                                                    It may have not been the snort of whiskey, in a mug                                    where fairies, spirits or witches have their way dreams                                                      and your papaw becomes grampus hell bent like Krampus                                                                  it may have not been the dragée little protégée                                                    it may have not been the snort of whiskey, in a mug but you were bitten by a little thing called, the humbug

Craving

Adam's ale the sugarplum agonizing for it*

07.10.16

*A placer in a contest

The Sign Said Naughty Room

rambunctious conundrum
rambling about some dumb outcome
you can try if you want
but this guy can never be outdone
can't stop now, I'm having too much fun
don't like what you hear
you can find the exit
by collecting the sprinkled cookie crumbs
heaven is tasting 
your honey pie kitty cat sugarplum

Winter Fair

The sun shines in like honey
across a sugarplum lane
laden with icicles dripping slow
or freezing fast suspended un-dripped
where the water flows not
or does at the whim
of the sun, wind, and clouds
these days cannot last
but indeed it seems they do

yet the cold lays out a path
in which spring will soon walk
making happy the moments
born of sweet desire to be warm
in ways that only winter's child can know
so we find in that momentary sorry
the seed of tomorrow's joy
and as our toes freeze tonight
we take pleasure in knowing
some warmer pasture will bloom
when we can appreciate our life

that is how it feels to be
in the grip of love or loss
and in that grip we know
the pendulum will swing again
and that alone gives us some cadence
to appreciate the moment for itself
full and graced in every way
if only we can look through
beyond the mirror of our constraint
and see the pretty day rising
as it always does

Is It Just Me

IS  IT   JUST   ME?

Is it just me?   Or
Does everybody secretly 

-Want to lie down and roll in a 
Huge clump of bluebells when they see it?

-Think  that pepperoni pizza 
is just about the tastiest food in the world?

-Realise  how wonderful it is to
Embrace someone they love deeply?

-feel almost brought to tears by  Pacino’s “blind” speech 
at the school in Scent of a Woman?  

-wish that Tchaikovski had written about 100 
Different dances in The Nutcracker,
Each as beautiful as Sugarplum?

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