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 Jul 2015
betterdays
these words, i read
in quiet, stolen moments
are like....

exquisite little confections,

chocolates for my mind. somedays,
i am gluttonous and gorge myself.
somedays,
more circumspect,
cherry-picking, those well loved favourites.

some are, cream filled,
sweet to the tongue,
a hit of syllabalistic sugar.

others caramel and chewy requiring more -
a harder chomp,
a grind, a gnaw, before releasing the yummyness within.

then the dark,
the hard,
the bitter -not for all,
these concoctions
but to those who desire,
they become an addiction.

sometimes, there are
those tasted and discarded, not often i will say.
for i love,
the sweet, the bitter,
the smooth, the nutty.

my favourite, favourites have to be, those brandy filled chocolates,
cognac phrases with cherrylicious twists,
aged liqueured thought, distilled with care.
so to taste on the tongue
and burn to the core.
always leaving me,
wanting more...
                          more...
                       ­             more...
 Jul 2015
betterdays
here be i
sitting in my chocolate boat
floating in the sea of tea
off the point of
the cape of big hopes
sailing fo the isles of little dreams
when the marshmallow
sharks attack...
so i being an intrepid traveller, take out my
peacock feathersword
and tickle their foamy gills

after much hilarious giggling
they, the sharks cry nuncle
and swim off to play in
the garden of the anenomes

and i drink frothy marshmallowy chocolate milk for afternoon tea...

                                 suweet!!!
some silliness for my son
while stuck in traffic...
 Jul 2015
betterdays
And it is what it is....
This life of mine,
Some days good and joyous
Some days fine,
And some days....
Everything is askew
and no matter
What I do....
The world is contrary.....
and unfucking fixable.....

Those are the days of...
chocolate and wine
Need a trolley full...of both tonight.....lol
 Jul 2015
Marshall Gass
The heat of summer sizzles
to  seek the embers of the heart
to nurse and nurture those feelings that rise
and burst-star flung into distant galaxies
dense, crisp  memories of the past
where poems fizzle and burn
through the summer solstice
until we arrive star struck
at Valentines Day. Warm and delicate.

Who  now,
waits to hear those succinct words
that untangle all the years waiting
into a warm embrace, naked  in naughtiness?

Roses. Flowers. Chocolates.Kisses
Symbolic of deep red lust in scented secret gardens
where the dark chocolate, lies licked and limp
until the kisses awake the senses.
You are special
and Everything.

Its the day of eternities compressed
and solidified in a moment
which we share together
to  look forward to anothers years waiting!

Begin today.

Author Notes

Valentines Day!
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
 Jul 2015
Olivia McCann
My pencils are breaking-
Pens have spilled too much ink
But at least I'm still writing.
The flannel I have,
Smuggling collarbones
From chilly apartment-
I've worn that all week.
There's a cigarette burn
In one sleeve,
The buttons have come unhinged
During midnight runs to the corner
For cheap chocolate
And cigarettes.
Ramen boils
To salt my appetite.
But at least I'm still writing.
I leap from place to place,
Eyeing hoods passing by,
And I imagine guns tucked away.
The sink leaks,
There's not enough sun.
I'm high on debt
And college school books
Rot in the corner.
I guess my degree
Has gone putrid too.
My life's gone dingy and dark,
Suffocated by polluted winter.
Dark circles
Tell stories
Dreams can't remember.
But ******* at least I'm still writing.
Writing life//New York
 Jul 2015
johnny georgy brown
The chocolate party
You see all the dear children are gathering around at the chocolate party, you see young bobby Brady
And his brother Peter were ******* in the closet and gagged
You see old mike couldn't understand my dear why this man
Would do such a bad crime
But little bobby Brady who was 27 years old and a really wild party dude and Peter Brady and his mate
Oliver clothes off and Peter yelled
Please free us young party loving boys who were born in a large Corny family but as long as they like partying that is fine
Partying with alcohol and sugar
Yeah let's party to the sound of the flute and party with the sound of poems read by some of the city's finest poets that you've ever seen
And bobby and Peter struggled their way through the rope and gag
Yeah this is so dangerous as
As mr Thomas carbuncle who was
The Brady's hair dresser since Peter Brady was a young attractive sensitive new age guy
Yeah sensitive sensitive sensitive
New age guy for my love oh yeah
And Greg untied Peter and bobby
As they let out a really big smile
And that smile was just stopped by a filthy man's grotty hand and Peter said I am ******* near a pretty girl
Ya know hand cuffed so to speak
And every hour of the five Peter was *******, it made his body feel really weak really really weak as, dudes
And when Peter was let go dudes
They all went to the ******* to really party hardy won't ****** stardy dudes


Sent from my iPhone
 Jul 2015
Marília Galvão
The poem is a poet's food
Some are bread poems
Some are meat poems
Some are bread and meat poems
And some are the rare chocolate poems

She shall seek bread for energy
She shall seek meat for strength
She shall seek bread and meat for survival
And she shall seek chocolate for contemplation

The reason
chocolate poems are hard to find...

When the poet is well fed
she is ungrateful to poetry
Primary Needs scream louder
Contemplation only whispers joyful sounds

...and she must find time and silence to hear it

But that can wait,
first she will have a taste of the sandwich meal

They say the best poets are those with uninteresting lives
I say the best poets are those who eat the best food and choose to share their dessert
 Jul 2015
Swetank Modi
You wrote me chocolate poems once
And asked if the words
Would melt on my tongue
When I spoke them aloud
Would their sweet taste
Linger only as long
As it took for me to say I loved them
Would the verses run together
And make a muddied mess of emotion
That quickly faded
I just laughed at the thought of it
These chocolate poems
Not understanding what you meant
That all you thought you were doing
Was feeding me sugar sentiments
Candy coated love
That I would eat up
And never think of again
So I ask you this
as I pull your chocolate poems
Out of the drawer I kept them in
for all these years
Do you think they have melted?
Hot cup, your large couch and a wooden floor somewhere abroad
You caress away my unexplained tears, "Sorry I don't usually cry"
"You will be okay",  my favourite almond taste, how you always knew
Lyrics become far-off places when you search somewhere to hide

Daydreams,trusted moments and you remembering everything
You follow me in the rain, "What do you listen?"
"Everything" I say and then you defend my broken pride
Conversations become last escapes when lost in your soul

Airplanes, my headphones and a mind I miss in the arrival's room
You ask my hand for a waltz, "I don't know how to dance"
"Neither do I", your laughter the most wonderful sound
Memories become romantic adventures when covered in chocolate
There are many different ways
to eat dark chocolate

I like to let each square
make it's home on my tongue
like to let it's home flood
with coffee and muffled
"oh my godddds"

When trying to decide
whether or not something is worth
crying or apologizing for
I try to scale myself
to the rest of the galaxy
try to remind myself that
having a black hole for a heart
is not courageous

But smiling with chocolate covered teeth
or kissing coffee stained lips

that's pretty brave
I wrote this poem sitting on the floor of my front porch facing the main road during rush hour while I drank coffee and ate ginger crystallized in dark chocolate watching the sky and having regrets when it suddenly occurred to me that nothing really matters all too much and we should just do what we think we should do.
So I didn’t cry or apologize to anyone that day, but I did hug my dog.
 Jul 2015
Kaliko
The bitter yet sweet of this delicate confection,
leaves me gawking at its quite utter perfection.
One bite sends me off onto a relaxing voyage,
with soft truffle filled clouds- never a shortage.
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