Tart Poems - Poems about Tart

warm tart cherry pie

grandma’s favorite recipe
warm tart cherry pie
dessert straight from the oven
ice cream if you please
A slice of cheese too
Marvelous
Dish

Tart

You broken my heart
Before we could even start.
You seen my feelings
As objects, pieces of art.
Your choice of words are so tart.

Tart Candied Viator

A basket full of apples,
an assortment of flavor.
Wide plethora to pick from,
maybe that is the problem.

This is far too much to ask,
a basket full of apples. 
By nature not gluttonous,
decisions hard decisions. 

Tart, candied, a bit of both.
Which bite will truly fill me?
A basket full of apples,
I only want to eat one. 

Scent rolling off

Magic

It’s just an illusion
that softly stirs sadness within my broken heart’s
confusion.

I have been tricked.
I'm seduced by the Queen of Tarts -
and pricked.

Voodoo
casts magic darts -
you.

 It’s just an illusion,
 I'm seduced by the Queen of Tarts -
 you.

Calling a Woman Tart

I don't see the funny part 
Of calling a woman Tart:
What you now plan to restart 
And just burn a happy heart 

Words of mischief stacked in cart 
Had never won Purple Heart 
The loosed tongue may around dart 
But don't fail to smell like fart 

I foresee some tomorrow 
Face of repentance borrow;
The hacked

Tart

the orb
   hung
   in the haze
   like a 
   lemon-drop
   tart
   tickling
   my tongue

Sweet, Tart, and Insanely Brilliant

A little of 3 ( sweet,  tart, and insanely brilliant)  
the fruitcakes of our world know much, yet we deem them crazy
The fine line between sanity and insanity has been crossed 
we now no longer know who is a doctor, who is a quack

I watched her bury stones inside the earth 
all over

Pop Tart

She declined to eat a pop tart
Because all that fruit makes her fart
Yet tends to favour
Raspberry flavour
For rhapsodies straight from the heart

Another Stale Old Tart

There was but one 
                     dark chocolate tart 
left in the silver tray 
It’s cherry, pinched by passersby
                 

Her Flaky Crust Her Tart Like Ways

Lemon meringue pie makes me salivate from here to Alaska
I love her color, her texture, her sweet, her sugar, her sour.
Her flaky crust, her tart lemon, her well -formed meringue
My mouth is dripping saliva as loudly as a dog’s when I think of her.
Ever so tasty!

Pigeon Tart and Harry Horsman On Ps Are

Muareen Macgreavy and Harry Horsman Speak Truth to power
In my darkest moments on Poetry Soup
These were hero and SHE-ro who did not imply
Dr. Anil Deo is insane for writing about George Floyd
They did not maintain a thundering quiet
Cowardly quiet, when we will write about terrorists
when "White governments" call any of us terrorists
Not quite right, "White

Pigeon Tart

pigeon tart pecked at a red M&M
her head feathers became a fiery blend
the poets were shocked and confused
while scratching the head of their muse
what happens if she pecks a green M&M

Tart

Tarts 
Chorus
You are not the tart, but I am 
For am sweet and exciting 
I am indeed the tart, for am exciting and sweeteee

Sweetness of bitter-leaf is the antithesis of nature,
Lacks the wherewithal to counsel bee-stung hunter 
Of the sweetness filled in the honeycomb chambers,

Chorus
You are not the tart, but I am 
For am sweet

Tart Cause, Seet Effect

Sweet

Polly Your a Tart -I Am Cynical of Polly

Polly your a tart
and I knew it from the start
the quake in your bake is a major mistake

No offence can be your defense 
or shake and remake that you're FAKE

So I know you'll understand 
if I just vote for the MAN...
although now that I say it ...not so sure I can play it 
cause his

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