Vanilla Poems - Poems about Vanilla

MELINDA

Melinda is so beautiful 
She's sweet like Mirinda 
This girl is from Florida 
Her best friend's name is Belinda 
And her younger sister linda
She drives Honda.

She's so classy
Very unique 
Meek in her ways
Pink her favorite color 
She got no body odour
Always smelling like vanilla.

This girl is my treasure 
She always tells me
If you don't venture

Vanilla Afterthoughts

Strange how everything evolves except love
it just comes in one sweet-fleeting flavor-

Hate and destruction have evolved
We went from clubs, bow and arrow
to a fetish for nuclear diseases.
If love had evolved 
missiles would forever sleep in their rattlesnake dens
we'd have repurposed howitzers to flower gardens
black words would reverse course
before having intercourse with hate and death
but we're

And The Cat Crept In

Motion-activated caught on camera
while cookies for the kids I was cooking
a collared cat crept into the kitchen
when I stepped outside and wasn't looking
his potty break was well-timed
as, sadly, I'd left the door unlocked
onto the counter by the sink he climbed
bared his butt and crapped in the crock
tho' he gave new meaning
to vanilla chocolate chip
if I

Vanilla

Unfit for the sunlit
Visions once bestowed
Guilt has me split
Where reason once flowed

Circles were brighter 
Now a hollow parade
Knots draw tighter
As thoughts start to fade

Worthless endeavor
Half-formed at best
Tumbleweed untethered
Cursed with unrest

No spark to savor
Just the same charade
Endless vanilla flavor
As the colors all fade

No more to barter
Encompassed in grey
Rationale takes harbor
As wishes drift away

Vanilla Shadows

There's a sweetness in the suffocation,
like vanilla clinging to my skin,
promising warmth, yet whispering dread,
as silence wraps me from within.

The scent once filled my restless nights,
a balm against the creeping fear,
but now it thickens, heavy,
each breath a struggle, each thought unclear.

I used to chase the golden light,
finding solace in its glow,
now shadows stretch like haunting

Vanilla Man

When it came time
for Mitt to do his bit.

Off to France
he did flit.

Vanilla DeVil

(To be sung to the tune of  "Cruella DeVil")
 
Vanilla DeVil, Vanilla DeVil,
If she cannot bore you, 
then nobody will.
With her, you’ll never 
ever have a thrill.
Vanilla, Vanilla
She’s better for you 
than a sleeping pill.
Need sleep? See 
Vanilla  DeVil.

She’s simply plain; 
if she were some ice cream,
she’d never be 
an interesting one.
No caramel

Chocolate And Vanilla Melt And Merge In To One

A hot sweltering sticky humid evening
Heat clings and hangs in the stagnant air
Almost too hot and stifling to bear
Floods of silver wet ovaline beads
Perspire and exude from every opened pore
Trickle and slide in small ravines
Skin soaked and shines and glistens
Under subdued ambient lamp light
Darker varied shades and tones
Paint and cast shadowy patches
Upon contours crevices and

Vanilla chai tea

Vanilla chai tea
Its wamth caresses my tongue
Mixed with almond milk 
Sweetness with a nutty taste
Warms my heart, and soothes my mind

Vanilla

I am so vanilla, plain but sweet,
Still good enough for you to eat.

Chai Tea, Vanilla

"Chai Tea, Vanilla: Writing it All"


We are a cauldron
steeped, stewing bitter,
unlike sweet chai tea

boiling 
and bubbling,
our reality, 

is hard
to swallow.

how do we live
with ourselves,
knowing,

we live
complacently?
we observe,

we write, 

we watch it all,
the killing of 
innocence,

the black
and white
of it all;

the death 
of a dream.
before the end, 

the war
begins 
it all.

the future of
our children:
we watch it all.

we watch

Vanilla

scent of soft candle
 taste of vanilla cookies
 seductive perfume

The Ocean Beckons -POTD

The waves crushing her tiny body with striking blows
White creamy wash caresses her golden skin as the wave slows
Moving sluggishly towards the horizon
Because of a recurring vision she hopes she’ll arise in
Her feet digging deep into the sand as it sinks between her toes
Emersed, with arms folded she prepares and off she goes
The cool oceans

Vanilla Latte

The taste of vanilla lingers on my lips, long after we kiss,
The flavor of her love, always at the tip of my tongue,
The curvature of her shape flows elegantly,
Her skin feels smooth and velvety as my hands pour over her,
The warm and creamy undertones of her lightly roasted complexion are delightfully beautiful,
She's as light hearted

The Magic of Vanilla

The magic of vanilla stays with me, let’s explore.
Creamy rich dark and syrupy that smells like liquor
Eighty proof vodka and vanilla beans are needed
for crème de la crème vanilla extract
Who knew that in order to make Ice crème
ingredients must first be heated? 
An oddity, whipping away 
making it into buttercream
Color so pure and lily white

• Short Vanilla Poems
• Famous Vanilla Poems
• Best Vanilla Poems
• Read Vanilla Poems
• Long Vanilla Poems
• Vanilla Quotes