Syrupy Poems - Poems about Syrupy

... Is pizza a breakfast food? Damn right it is! It'll soon be on IHOP's menu They'll have an item called “Pizza Benedict” Topped with a sweet syrupy goo! If you haven't tried it, don't......

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...Every year for Passover, There’s Manischewitz wine. It’s Concord Grape and super sweet; For holiday, it’s fine. Some people will not drink it, Since it’s syrupy and thick, But for Seders eve......

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...As hapless vapors of decay, surround us, suffocating the fecund earth. A blanket of suffocating grey, born from the diseased aspirations of humanity. We, the self-appointed masters of a planet in sha......

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...Letters congeal, to words. Words anneal to sentences, which tell a story, painted as images, imagined in the mind's eye, trying to emulate what the eye sees briefly, on the see-saw. A glint......

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...Stepping into one hundred degrees of morning haze Wanting the sun to burn it all down in a fiery raze 'Til all the corn stalks are set to a glowing blaze Then, rains can come across the plains; tu......

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...In the tenebrous, xenial realm of the lake, where human cadavers oscillate, suspended by verdigris chains, a lamia of unholy provenance, orchestrates a gambits cavalcade. Each mortal she ensnares,......

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...The delicious aroma circulated As the heat from the oven radiated The stove top warmed As white chocolate chips melted downward Into a candied thick syrupy puree. Thoughts flashed across my ......

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...Winter’s cold chill cuts through my chin. Within its bleak and brazen embrace, My brisk days are turned brief and barren. They are lengthened into sordid sepulchral insomniac nights. I slither an......

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... Written: May 15, 2024 For Jay Narain Contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Summer's sunshine tingles the lavender bloom. It bestows an idyllic and aureate mood......

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...Back home, I ponder long on life. Death is so final, no return. I sit alone on my sheltered cosy porch, And think of spring forget-me-nots, Of roses dark as festive damask, And swaying poppies......

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... more … more than I’ll ever know … that’s how much you love me (just spoken) but what the hell does that mean? how do you know that I’ll never know how much you love me?? I mean, thanks … ......

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... punctuation walks on eggshells when words like water falls flow into nothingness, soaked in syrupy syllables behind veiled vowels assonance is the t......

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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 ext......

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..."Bonjour, in the cocktail woods" I see the waffled leaves of teal trees painting pink moon, With diamond dahlia arcs, flowering an orchid boon Sprinkling love of french perfumed spells and cocoa ......

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...Treacly sweet is the juice of summer berries, enervating me to anticipate it upon my lips. Savoring the confection of melted chocolate is a delicious flavor to lick from my fingertips. Intoxi......

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