#chocolates
sweet and divine,
With layers of laughter, like a soft-glowing sign.
But life’s bitter twist led us down different lanes,
Our hearts once entwined now wear separate chains.
Each piece I remember, wrapped in gold foil,
The joy of your smile, like the warmth of the soil.
Yet time took its toll, with whispers of pain,
Love's rich little moments now linger in vain.
In shadows we wandered, once hand-in-hand tight,
But dreams turned to echoes, lost in the night.
Though sweetness remains in the memories we share,
The love we once knew is now a soft prayer.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 3:06 AM UTC
I save humans
in my collection
book of memories
history of affection
I pick them out
like fancy chocolates, carefully
I like the weird ones
who will hop into my book, shyly
the humans I collect
true one of a kind-collectibles
been found and loved before
but not on pages quite so delectable
Nov 22, 2024
Nov 22, 2024 at 7:28 PM UTC
i saw no point in telling
all she meant to me
of how i loved her
and of the dreams i had
as she never believed
those words for long
simply wouldn't accept
their true meaning
instead i bought
flowers and chocolates
and wrote a card
for her to read
over and again
until she might finally
see what i see
and fall in love
Feb 14, 2024
Feb 14, 2024 at 4:45 PM UTC
Will he buy you chocolates?
Will he buy you flowers?
Will he put your pleasure first
and worship you for hours?
Will he listen patiently?
And will he understand?
Will he still be there for you
when things get out of hand?
Will he be your everything?
Will he be your best friend?
When you're not feeling yourself
will he comprehend?
Will you be his Goddess?
Will you be his Queenie?
Will he write you love letters
and spicy poetry?
Will he let you vent to him?
Will he be there for you?
Will he always treat you right,
will he always love you?
Will he buy you chocolates?
Will he bring you bouquets?
Will he take good care of you
every single day?
Jun 20, 2023
Jun 20, 2023 at 11:24 PM UTC
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
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 10:08 AM UTC
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
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 2:38 PM UTC
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.
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 4:51 AM UTC
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.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 10:28 PM UTC
#*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*#
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 3:14 AM UTC
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!
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 3:29 AM UTC
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.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 6:40 AM UTC
Trivial things
That make heartbeats sting
That break emotional barriers
And open pathways
To the one who holds
You by her hand
And makes living this life
Fun and exciting
Small things
That create meaningful impacts
That reveal what is hidden
That symbolize affections
Neutralizing negativity
And showing real sincerity
In front of the girl
That turns your world around
Beautiful things
That represent the sweet
Yet thorny twists
Of what real love is
And that through the thicks
And through the thins of life
Total Love and Devotion
Defies all odds and obstacles
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 6:47 AM UTC
Not of chocolates and letters love be found;
Or hugs and kisses as the sweetest sound.
Shun the silly thought; shun the penny count
For love is found where love is lost.
For love is lost where love is found.
Let the grim flows; let the hate looms
Scorn your lover and lightly break loose
Then pray curse and lay dusk upon your muse
In an eternal chaos and perfect harmony
Love still lurks deep in our darkest bay
And that’s the tale of love remembering
Still brooding, still breathing, and still waiting,
For love is real
When it withers
And blooms
Again
And Again
And Again …
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
A light poem of whimsical words,
colorful phases from a poets view
is like sugar confections.
They travel into reader as if eyes are a mouth.
They melt inside mind becoming visions to ponder.
Light poems I favor but if a dark one comes grabbing my eyes
I praise it because, in every box of chocolates there are some hard ones
equally as good.
StarBG © 2017
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 9:59 PM UTC
I wonder how your lips
would taste?
Would they be sweet
Like how I think
They would be?
Soft like marshmallows?
Firm like a lollipop?
Supple like gummies?
Smooth like chocolate?
But no matter how they taste,
I just hope you like ice cream.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 6:59 AM UTC
One, two, three......
and so on,
I've been eating chocolates since the rise of dawn.
This new series has messed up my routine,
I spend all day in my room hardly seen.
My parents remind me that I need to change,
But me? I'm out of range.
Mommy, daddy I need a break,
It's summer so let me do what I want to do for heaven's sake !
Smack
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 4:49 AM UTC
Flowers
are the least perfect gifts
for this heart-shaped day.
Flowers that live a lifetime,
for a puppy's affection
only to be left behind with hope
on closed open eyes.
Flowers molded for the sweet tooth,
expensive but delicious,
so easily consumed
in just a few bites.
Flowers fresh from the waking hour,
fragrant they may be,
wilt and are discarded easily.
Seek not for flowers for this day of days,
but for a flame rekindled in many ways.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
We were just kids,learning the life
A 14, your birthday a big surprise
At 15, a bunch of kids seizing the hopes
sitting for the test, learning the ropes
I hope to see you soon to know you're okay
I hope I meant to you as you meant to me
3 years later,we've chosen a different way
We passed in order to be free
We thought we would stick together
But lives change like the weather
Our voice would echoe in the wells of light
If I knew you were all copying just fine
Are you materializing your far-to-reach dreams
'cause I try to,the world upside down how it feels?
Did you notice the leaves changing in the fall?
We'll be grown ups in a while, still miss you all
I hope to see you soon to know you are okay
I know we chased down the end of the rainbow
3 years later,we've chosen a different shade
In order to be us,no one to follow
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
There the irony,hardly lost in me,
as the scarlet wrapping, of a heart,
now vacant of chocolates
lies wasted in the pile of my *******
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC