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Masha Yurkevich Nov 2020


Roses
will die

Chocolates
will melt

But I'll never forget
the feeling that
I felt


ogdiddynash Jun 2020
I am nearing seventy,
my woman, has me, surpassed.
that hallmark of difference,
is a race I can’t catch her up,
so always on the lookout for ways,
ways to equalize the difference.

laying in bed on a beautiful
Tuesday, (renamed Twosday)
romantic muse-marveling how
an ordinary weekday came to be
so spectacular, the senses are
keening, preening, as the warm
loving feelings upping with sun,
rising, and my eyes welling tears,
of youthful gratefulness and love

so
I propose we get matching tattoos
to lock in this storied moment historical.

She smiles.
Stealthy moves as if to bed exit,
when with a sudden twist of fate,
reverses with one of the three pillows,
her in-bed-reading-backup-accompanists,
no pretense, she tries to beat me to near-death.

Later.
She inquires.
“What tattoo exactly did I have in mind?”

Till Death Do Us Part
(inside a heart, optional).

She snorts.
“That can be arranged, if you get more deranged!”

from now on my passing thoughts of loving celebration,
gonna just keep on passing by, except for maybe, just,
tattoos of chocolates, a money saving device, so many
occasions useful, now you understand this poem’s entitlement.


Ogdiddynash
always a kernel of imaginative chocolate storytelling
with a center within of a truthful happening
Rohit Hariharan Apr 2020
Here comes a fat boy
Hands full of chocolates and toys
Had a bag full of dreams
Alas became part of many funny memes
Wore big baggy pants
And was good with rants
Didn’t wear any specs
Still looks perplexed
Run and hide in your room
For he'll ****** your food
He is filled with gloom
Still kind and good
Dumped by many girls
Had hair full of curls
Has a life full of hopes
Yet lives like a Pope
Getting into his old age
But felt like a lion in a cage
Was always filled with rage
Unfortunately had to turn into a sage
Poor little fat boy
Always deprived of the joy
Poor little fat boy
Always deprived of the joy
BSwiss Feb 2020
Silent in the middle of your heart
Embedded with love, pain, joy and
     respect
Let it out you don't have to keep it all
    in
Focus on being what you are
Let them say it you don't have to listen
Ocean of self care is running through
     the
Valley of you knowing yourself and
       what ya capable of
Eventually the only gift you could earn
   yourself is loving yourself.
You above anything always love yourself and see how happy you would be..
Masha Yurkevich Feb 2019
On this    Valentines Day,
I will be alone. I do not have someone
who can give me flowers, buy me chocolates,
make me cards in the shape of a heart.
But that's fine with me, because I
love myself, and for me,
that's good
enough.
❤️Happy Valentines Day to everyone!❤️
unnamed Sep 2018
Love is like a box of Chocolates
they come in different shapes and sizes
sometimes bitter but often sweet
but...
In this world not everyone gets a treat.
I'm hungry XD
Chocolates have tasted many
Dark bitter white
Candied and sweet
Local
And from different parts of the
World
Loved them all ,when I ate them
Yet
One, I love the most
Is Cadbury’s Dairy Milk

Unwrapping the purple-golden wrapper
The aroma sweet
Melts in the mouth always a lovely treat
Sweet memories of childhood it brings many
Of sharing the love and care
https://youtu.be/NheJiVVLgzk
Sharing this link to an old Cadbury’s ad from 90’s
Krishnapriya Jun 2018
The human heart
Seeks understanding
"There,there, there...."
"Now, now, now...."

The human heart,
Seeks forgiveness,
"It's not your fault."
"I would have done the same."

The human heart,
Seeks love
hugs, smiles and chocolate

The human heart,
Breaks with what is seeks

The human heart
Mends with what it gives

Understanding and love
Forgiveness and hugs
Smiles and flowers

Oh yes!
And chocolates too!
Miru Eirudy Apr 2018
I had a jar filled with chocolates that I keep for myself.
It never ran out of chocolates - I always refill it everyday.
For I am such hungry, addictive, craving for more.
And only my chocolates in my jar and fill my needs.
For each I take, it fills itself another two.
Every piece I take is another to fill.
Oh, how I love my chocolates in the jar.
It fills my my stomach - I could eat it forever.

I already had that jar since  was a little.
I found it from nowhere, I can’t remember where.
Ever since I can’t stop eating.
Knowing that it would never ran out, I eat endlessly.
Day by day, night by night.
Every year I make, I ate, and ate.
The jar is also getting bigger and bigger.
More for me to eat and take.

But there came a time where the jar gets large.
I couldn’t get it out, it is now heavy.
And too big to get it out of my room.
Therefore I stay inside with the jar of chocolates.
I couldn’t leave my chocolates.
I need it more than anyone.
My chocolates is my life.
My chocolates is everything for me.
A year later, the jar is too big.
It blocks the door, I couldn’t leave.
Nevertheless, I keep eating and eating.
My beloved chocolates, it  is really my everything.
I ate it all day long.
I ate it like there’s not tomorrow.
I ate it until the chocolates on the jar overflows.
I ate it until my room is filled with chocolates on the floor.
Continuously eating, one chocolate at a time.
But my hunger is strong, I take as many as I can.
Grabbing every chocolate, I eat as fast
I’m in love with my chocolates - I want to marry it now.
More, more, my body is filled with chocolates.
All I could think is my chocolates, nothing more.
I don’t care about anything, I just want my chocolates.
But my room is now full of chocolates  -  and I’m getting drowned of it.
Too much of anything is bad. :)
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