Syrup Poems - Poems about Syrup

Scoff Syrup

. for public domain

I scoffed at hearts that writhed with pain,
that fell from broken promises,
for I had naught to do with Love,
it's folly or its gain,

but now I find that not to love
is not to live at all.
The stones on our paths outlast us all,
but I dread to exist that long.

I choose to risk feeling

maple syrup

I want maple syrup
For breakfast I had pancakes
Slathered in peanut butter and maple syrup
My lunch was meatloaf
The topping was maple syrup, ketchup and mustard
After supper I have a little warm coffee
I bet you ca guess what I used to sweeten it

syrup

syrup
great gooey
sticky and sweet
maple or molasses
syrup

Sugar Maple

Sugar Maple was a beautiful tree
Just as pretty as a tree can be
With a solid and straight trunk so strong
And reaching ever up with graceful arms
Sugar Maple was enjoying some little fame
From folks near and far, from everywhere they came
To admire Sugars autumn gown of red
She shook her limbs and flipped her ginger head
Then as

DRAMATIC SYRUP

Darkness surrounds
Mysterious effect
Uncertain unspeakable
Alone and unbarring
More than a season watch
Coldness within
Suspense
Anger full of tears and frustration
Strength has no muster
Gestures no more
No understanding
Eyes seeing nothing
Walked into my own doubt
Expel shout
Lasting pause
Cold heart the cause
Living with no worth
A cloud is a curse
Until into never
Life below and above
Lived and died

Coded Syrup

Frontier vulture in the coded missions
Autumnal dew is misplaced
Red syrup on the corpse 


© Mahtab Bangalee
15 October, 2023
Chattogram

Cough Specialist On Nobel List

Syrup for your cough 
Before it gets rough
And you judge life 'Rough',
To the next man gruff...

For your cough:syrup
And it shall shut up!
You to again sup
And drink from glad cup

Repeat I: syrup 
What shall you cheer up
Air tract decongest 
Its blocked East and West...

And Septrin don't miss
Recommended kiss
For faster release
From choking unease

So says specialist
On Nobel cough

One Link To This Dilemma Is the Mixture of Soda and Cough Syrup

“If you don’t understand the purpose of a thing, then abuse is inevitable”

Many learners are going down the wrong road
There is a new song they are singing
All they need is a bottle of cough syrup mixed with soda

A dangerous cocktail is part of their arsenal
Learners during the week are telling tales of the crypt
They erupt

Syrup

Just as thick and sweet as it needs to be.
No matter the time of day it’s still Candy to me.
There is no bitterness, you get what you see.
You can just about put it on anything, I’ll bet you’ll be pleased.
Be careful how much you taste it can rotten your teeth.
Just the smell of it will

Karo Light Corn Syrup

Way way back on a kitchen shelf
Was a bottle sitting by itself.
It was Karo syrup, 1 pint size
But to use it now, I would not advise.

For the label, stamped with a “Buy Before”
Had a date no home cook could ignore.
If you took a guess, I can guarantee
You’d not choose “November ’83.”

Yet I tell the truth,

Cough Syrup

the beatles 
were right when 
they wrote day
tripper instead 
of night

~

flight of the bummble
bee could have been a
hummingbird but 
heard played on 
a tuba was an 
elephant that
couldn't
waltz

~

the warning label
clearly states that:

if combined
with alcohol
may induce
sleepiness

~

my doctor's warning
has always been my:

medication
if combined
with alcohol
may induce
sleepiness

i'm just
trying to
redefine:

mixed
drinks

~

so the poem

~

in the tentacles of floppy
chathuluesque suggested
relish not chutney but
relishing

Date Syrup

Dark as departure 
and sweet 
as reunion, it’s a 
romantic 
syrup resembling
an expat’s 
life. A sublime 
state of
sweetness like a 
wife’s wait.  

It’s forbidden to
a diabetic 
patient, but who 
commits an 
ecstatic sin, violating.
Rapture of
now is in a negative 
impulse.

The expat squeezes
dry desert
for sweet syrup.
One sip 
tempts into another.

First appeared in The Literary Hatchet

Pancakes With Syrup

PANCAKES WITH SYRUP

Apparition of the past
Tending to the future
Future is soaked
Soaked with sorrow
Sorrow tastes blood
Blood of wrathful grapes
Grapes plucked one by
One, tightly squeezed
Squeezed with dry palms
Palms rest on Jerusalem streets
Streets filled with throngs
Throngs of people, restless
Restless for peace, and war
War painted on their feet
Feet that fight the pavement
Pavement pulls them like taffy
Taffy stretches — distorts
Distorts

Sappiness Like Syrup

SAPPINESS LIKE SYRUP

fire and ice do battle in our nation
politicking in a clash of thought

droughts of desperation
keep our havens burning

shoulder blizzards frozen white,
why can’t our weather get along?

where’s the rain to make us strong?
and warm quilts sewn with wrinkled hands?

if we strive to cross the arctic freeze:
will God stomp out impassioned southern fires,

melt northern snow,

Maple Syrup and Wild Berries

" Maple Syrup and Wild Berries ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series # 9)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29 / Job 35: 11)


Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Are Delectably Sweet

Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Are of GOD's Plants & Nature Treats

Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Offers Earth's Tastebud

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