Tarts Poems - Poems about Tarts

Apricot of the Tarts

If a demon sours of harrowing,
cannot the Angels sing in barren too?
birds weigh less than the tall grass,
and a sight is much more beautiful,
than we could have ever imagined
of nature's true gift of existing
and the angel's bless of receiving
of the grand in our hearts
can be of swapping
of the apricots in the tarts....
Sweet and ever so

Categories: tarts, angel, appreciation, deep, nature,
Form: Free verse

Tarts Ode a L'Amour

Thy arms are opened
                                         to embrace you

Categories: tarts, business, desire, food, health,
Form: Ballade

The Halloween Queen of Tarts - Saucy

The Halloween queen puts cement in tarts
A crafty way to bond with a man’s heart
One tart is enough to stiffen one’s bits 
Witches have such extraordinary gifts.

This witch is not of the usual sort
Casting of spells is not par for the course
She’s a thriller, cement is her filler
The tarts she makes are her for sure

Categories: tarts, halloween, humorous,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Cracker Jack Pop Tarts

You have not had a pop tart until you have had a crackerjack pop tart.
I had never heard of them, but I am game for everything.
What is the difference?

They do a high dive out of the toaster and land on your refrigerator.
Do a mean tango, dancing so hard they put marks in your ice machine.
I

Categories: tarts, humorous,
Form: Light Verse

Lemon Tarts and Oatmeal Cookies

Life’s not always peachy keen
                              or cherries in a bowl
Often, just the stems and fuzz
are left to heal your soul

Yes, perhaps a lemon tart

Categories: tarts, encouraging, humor, humorous, life,
Form: Rhyme

Four

Bridge requires a square table
With a player on each side.
Exchange your greenback dollars
For slot machine quarters to provide.

A basketball team that hoops it up well
May make March Madness semis for a spell.
Pro golfers hit the greens in two pairs
Driving and putting to crowds gaping stares.

Mom and pop and two wee tots
All enjoying fresh pop tarts.
Brilliant

Categories: tarts, humorous, math, silly, words,
Form: Free verse

Mincemeat Tarts

Me mother used to make a mince-meat tart,
Old country way, with loads of shredded meat!
Can’t say, I liked it, till the second bite!
And then, the taste caught you… there was an art
To making tarts that waited to surprise
They took three days of silent preparation,
And all three days, full joy, anticipation,
For when she baked, good cheer

Categories: tarts, appreciation, christmas, food, joy,
Form: Italian Sonnet

Pop Tarts At Dennys

POP TARTS AT DENNY’S

the midnight shift counter
truckers load padded stools
facing pretty young waitress

behind one’s back a pop tart
dressed in halloween gown
drunk with gusto she plops
and out flies all her découtage

the truckers didn’t enjoy
the peep show in the night
their eyes sipping coffee

the boyfriend’s her pull up bra
before she gets ogled by all
only the waitress witnessed
the horror

Categories: tarts, halloween, humor,
Form: Light Verse

Broken Sweet Tarts

Liar Cracked Crushed  Be- trayal

Categories: tarts, angst, break up, christian,
Form: Free verse

Apricot Tarts

As I lie here on my death bed
Feeling the last beats of my heart
My only regret is, I didn't close
The lid on the apricot tarts

Sounds like a kind of trivial thing
But to some, it's a big faux pas
Little things are very important
To me, that's a major flaw

In the overall scheme of things in life
So they're

Categories: tarts, humorous,
Form: Quatrain

Apricot Tarts

As I lie here on my death bed
Feeling the last beats of my heart
My only regret is, I didn't close
The lid on the apricot tarts

Sounds like a kind of trivial thing
But to some, it's a big faux pas
Little things are very important
To me, that's a major flaw

In the great, overall scheme of things
So they're not

Categories: tarts, angst,
Form: Quatrain

Tarts

My mind was full of tangled curls
and ruddy cheeks by firelight
of velvet garments soon unfurled
and crevices of pure delight
all revealed afore mornings light.

My hands were full of beard and brow
the pang of drawing, throaty, bite
and pon an outturned thigh I vow
a tongue slowly roamed to excite
each gift a joy we did invite.

My arms were full

Categories: tarts, love, passion
Form: Quintain (English)