Vanilla Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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When it came time for Mitt to do his bit. Off to France he did flit....

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(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...

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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...

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

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

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"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...

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scent of soft candle taste of vanilla cookies seductive perfume...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Written on 10 September 2023 For: Vanilla Poetry Contest Sponsored by Charlotte Puddifoot ...

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Vanilla is a bird child, the villagers say who leaves a feather as she flies away But she'll return when all are asleep for she has promises that she must keep. Vanilla has never actually been spied She just makes dreams come true-- The scent of vanilla she leaves by your side So you'll know when the dream is through So, one night...

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nobody sees you the way I do in your wheelchair with your unopenable arms where everything crashes to a gray twisted landscape my brother alpha male of demon strut clashes in our shared childhood once you flipped your hockey stick between my thin legs to see how many stairs I'd tumble down your yells...

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