'candyland' poems - Hello Poetry

Carlo C Gomez May 2021

Candyland

Carlo C Gomez May 2021

How many steps are in a donut?

How many calories in a mountain?

If only I could climb salad bars

Or scale frozen foods

To the happiness of Candyland

Where the sweetest things

Rise with the sun

Or shoot for the moon

#whimsical #silly #happy #food #candy #health #wishes #analog

Sam Miller Jul 2013

Candyland

Sam Miller Jul 2013

Candyland

I walk down sugar-coated streets,
stumbling over rumor weeds poking up through the cracks
and fearing the whispers that I think I hear.

I watch the candy people walking around,
******* each other dry one way or another
like leeches with sweet teeth.

They make sour faces,
like ******* lime soda through a Sour Punch Straw,
but they keep *******, because there’s nothing else to do in Candyland.

I have to look really hard to find the sweet people.
The gummy ones, the melt in your mouth chocolate ones.
Sometimes I find them half-eaten and discarded like office lollipops
and sometimes they’re melting under everyone’s Red Hot gaze.

Sometimes I only find wrappers
and I get so angry that I think I might melt myself.
Because these people have been eaten.

******, nibbled, gulped down
like nothing more than a quick Kiss that means nothing.
But no matter how small they were, they still mattered.

They mattered to someone,
but now they’re just slick remnants on cellophane or foil.
And what hurts even more is that I couldn’t save them.

I’m not Princess Bubblegum,
I can’t protect a candy kingdom.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t try.

Jeff Claycombe Mar 2015

candyland jam

Jeff Claycombe Mar 2015

candyland jam

tootsie pops, pop rocks, rock candy
sweet tarts, smelly farts, war-heads, sour patch kids
reeses pieces, reeses stix, snickers lickers
fudge pile, chocolate smile, peanut butter bile, sugary style
baby ruths, almond joys, soy bean sauce, creamy steam
ill give u a payday, mayday, hay tastes good with parfai
milkyways stay gay to play games with sunrays
icing splicing with knife dicing
makes cakes, cook steaks, rumcakes
****** sprinkles, rip van winkle, diddily dinkle
gummy worms, germs impregnate firm, permed urns
angel food, carrots, pineapple upsideways
fruits, *****, parachutes, scooters, jello shooters
goobers, corn on the cobbers,
veggie wedgies, pepper leppers, squash boxes,
fry foxes, fleet rocks', carrot tops',
dishes of fishes,
witches brew platypus and fat kush
pushy slushies riding skateboards on gary busy
fussy hussies getting blushy about cussies
cereal made of creoles, bread straight from dreads,
rice is nice with spice, yeast is beast,
last but not least, wheat is a treat,
kiwis, shmiwis, dodos on go phones, starfruits,
bartlejuice, grape drank, sushi stinks.
ill eat anything.

9/29/11

Annie Apr 2013

candyland

Annie Apr 2013

candyland

the marrow in my bones has begun to liquify
hot molten lava bubbling like
a thick *** of boiling chocolate on the stove
the stars are expiring
rotten milk leaking from the clouds
and accumulating in-between wrinkles
that paint your face like picasso
But when I peer into the darkness
all i can make out is you ripping off
your fingernails
exhaust pipes jammed down your throat

i have to shower four times a day
letting the soap drip into my eyes
to distract myself from your face
scrubbing my skin raw and red
rug burns up and down my arms
carve the bruises out of my legs
from the stains you shamelessly left

13 birthday candles left lit,
melting onto the frosting
wax dried and cracked over your lips
asphyxiated, blue, frayed ropes
tied around the wings of the vultures
who desperately try to peck away
at my rotting flesh
but I have yet to die
So can't you see how it is slightly ironic
Cement plastered bodies all dressed up
for a black tie affair
cigars in their pockets
and money crammed up their *** cracks

1:44 am and I cough up all those 'little white lies'
you pre chewed
and force fed me
glazed eyes
and the phosphorescent glow
from the street lamps below
is the only ******* hope I have left
for humanity

Jeff Hollender Aug 2013

Candyland

Jeff Hollender Aug 2013

Candyland

We live in a pessimistic chaotic world
This is what causes our brains to swirl
Everyone driving us insane well beyond our membrane
Struggling to find a few people to be our sugar cane
Keep us in a candy land, a land of false hopes
Eventually we need reality, a nice size *****
It may make you low but then you know it's real
Learn how to cope and eventually you can deal

Brenna Boese Mar 2013

Candyland

Brenna Boese Mar 2013

Candyland

As your hand travels frivolously
To rest on my leg
My quiet heart races
Then faints

Awakened, I'm dizzy
And I look around
I'm not where I was
This is different ground

In this dreamworld
I wander
You take my hand
And lead me onward

There are teacups of chocolate
And rainbows of cream
Pathways of gum drops
In this delicious dream

I weep happy tears
As you lay here with me
On this sunken silk
Made of soft candy

Like sunken ships
Our feelings plummet
Into the sweet sea
They had just met

They descend into peace
Tranquility and ease
With every breath lost
They gave a tight squeeze

From one hand to the other
Between cold lips
Sweet nothings were murmured
And their tale was told

Waves turned to flame
Covered in fire
The cold left quick
Flames the new squire

The minty swirls
Overlapped and smothered
The orange licks of flame
In the dimming light

Our bodies dissolved
On lustful tongues
Our cries were not heard
From our disappearing lungs

Angela Jan 2021

Candyland

Angela Jan 2021

Candyland

Some gaped
Clutching spoons
Stained with technicolor sweet

Some choked
Spewing taffy
At the poison pastor's feet

Some wept
Scrubbing powder
From their pixie-dusted hands

Some screamed
Grinding canes
Into minty striped sand

He grinned
Spinning scripture
Into fluffy twisted hope

We died
Dangling sweetly
From the cotton candy ropes

I mean no offense. This is about something a specific pastor did that I'm just not quite over yet.

#trauma #church #love #heartbreak #deception

Mrs Ashley Somebody May 2014

Ecstatic

Mrs Ashley Somebody May 2014

Ecstatic

Sometimes, if someone told me I lived in Candyland,
I'd agree because my music is so bubbly,
My outfit is so bright,
And my disposition is ecstatic. Frankly.

#happy #music #color #candyland #ecstatic #bubbly #brightcolors

Dougie Simps Feb 2014

"Her Diary"

Dougie Simps Feb 2014

"Her Diary"

Her parents told her to "grow up" so she put away her diary
Use to have stories of being queen, ones that were all blissfully inspiring.
But imagination grew tiring
And apparently so did she..
It's Job hunting, which heels? Which follows uncertainty.
With her heart that always peeks, and opens up that one page, that one that said she'll grow up but never truly act her age.
The page of "Never, Never Land", gum drops in Candyland, following the yellow brick road with toto and the tin man. Toes in the kingdoms sand
And Prince Charming as her ideal man.
Not one care in the world, living life joyest & open minded without any plan.

What happen? Why did she lose all she believed?
Did life take her imagination, walk away and just leave?
"Happy" was what she wrote down when asked what she wanted to achieve...
When women lose their innoncets
When little girls listen to reality and stop creating new ways too dream.
When her mind loses faith, when her heart starts to bleed
When love becomes a nightmare, pain suddenly is there, honesty becomes a lie and happiness becomes "I don't cares"

When girls become women
When simplicity becomes complex decisions
Take a moment to close your eyes
Women, see the honest little girl deep inside your distorted visions

Open up your diary now and write one more line
That girls have to grow up, but tht doesn't mean inside.
(Now open and smile)

When girls become women. Changed it up

Joe Kevin Coleman Jun 2015

Rest in Reese's Peaces

Joe Kevin Coleman Jun 2015

Rest in Reese's Peaces

Lord,
  let me choke on a chocolate bar
  or drown in an ocean of honey
  that those who grieve my loss may say,
  "His passing was tragic  -  but funny."
Then lay me out in a caramel coffin
  with a marshmallow pillow 'neath my head.
   Dress me in garments of butterscotch
    and I shall eat sugar the days I am dead.
Tuck some toffees into my pocket
   plus a few peppermints (for my breath...).
Put a raisinette rosary in my fingers.
I'll sleep in a sweet diabetic death.
When I draw near to the pearly gates,
St. Pete, greet me with Hershey in hand.
Give me my harp and halo of licorice.
I'll enter the promised Candyland.

David Leger Jul 2015

Passive Love

David Leger Jul 2015

Passive Love

Gumdrops in Candyland, teardrops in soup;
Tomato red, I spin my head;
And jump now through the hoop.

In the rain I walked, in the rain we kissed;
Paper hats, playful chats;
Forgetting what I missed.

Forethought for me, an afternoon with you;
Flick the light, to day from night,
More love, your love, I do.

The feeling of realizing you should probably be in love with someone. What are you waiting for? Go!

#love #life #happy #new #young #playful

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