Syrupy Poems - Poems about Syrupy

... I wish that I could write a poem... words that would intrigue your heart; no trite clichés... like 'Moon' and 'June'... but, where on earth then, do I start? The words I prospect from the heart........Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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,......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

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

...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......Read the rest...

... 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 … ......Read the rest...

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

...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......Read the rest...

..."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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

... Why do I feel cranky in summer? Everyone’s living, I'm not. Burdened by cares, I can't set free It's so darn hot! It stifles the joys. It forces me indoors. The air is thick, it weigh......Read the rest...