#peanutbutter - Hello Poetry

I have a bone to pick with people who have the audacity the gall the ***** to put Nutella in the fridge if you don't know what happens when you put Nutella in the fridge I will tell you. when you put Nutella in the fridge it gets all hard similar to when frosting is put in the fridge or when you lose your innocence then when a cool person comes along (ex. Me) wanting to make a GLORIOUS peanut butter and Nutella sandwich and it's FROZEN mmmmm... let's just say that persons' quality of life will be dimmed

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Dec 11, 2019

Dec 11, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC

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dissaproval

I have a bone to pick with people who have the audacity the gall the ***** to put Nutella in the fridge if you don't know what happens when you put Nutella in the fridge I will tell you. when you put Nutella in the fridge it gets all hard similar to when frosting is put in the fridge or when you lose your innocence then when a cool person comes along (ex. Me) wanting to make a GLORIOUS peanut butter and Nutella sandwich and it's FROZEN mmmmm... let's just say that persons' quality of life will be dimmed

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The world is full of color. And the writer uses its ink shades of verse to spread it into eyes, like word peanut butter. If poem is good it sticks to your heart.

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May 3, 2019

May 3, 2019 at 3:49 PM UTC

star-bg

Inks of Verse

The world is full of color. And the writer uses its ink shades of verse to spread it into eyes, like word peanut butter. If poem is good it sticks to your heart.

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I love you to pieces. All of you being my favorite. After a long day, I look forward to seeing you. Being around you. I constantly loose myself in your eyes. Every moment with you a blessing. Whether it's early in the morning Or late at night. I love every moment. My chocolate peanut butter craving starts and ends with you. I can't help but smile. Thankful that your not wrapped in tin foil. A moment of trust easily accessible. By far the greatest gift I could ever receive. I accept all of you. Delectable pieces poured into my hands. Sensually sharing hidden parts of ourselves. Every inch uncovered beneath coated chocolate. Creamy peanut butter. Soon melted away by tastes desire. It's practical to see why I have to call in sick. Spending all my time with you. Your taste still on my lips. Stomach still aching. My chocolate peanut butter craving. Thank you for being you

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Aug 20, 2018

Aug 20, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC

kewayne-wadley

Reese's Pieces

I love you to pieces. All of you being my favorite. After a long day, I look forward to seeing you. Being around you. I constantly loose myself in your eyes. Every moment with you a blessing. Whether it's early in the morning Or late at night. I love every moment. My chocolate peanut butter craving starts and ends with you. I can't help but smile. Thankful that your not wrapped in tin foil. A moment of trust easily accessible. By far the greatest gift I could ever receive. I accept all of you. Delectable pieces poured into my hands. Sensually sharing hidden parts of ourselves. Every inch uncovered beneath coated chocolate. Creamy peanut butter. Soon melted away by tastes desire. It's practical to see why I have to call in sick. Spending all my time with you. Your taste still on my lips. Stomach still aching. My chocolate peanut butter craving. Thank you for being you

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Tonight is for peanut butter and blue dreams, soaked in ***** blasts. I feel okay but my friends are dead and it will always last. Don't count on me to care too much. Don't care for me, because you can't count on me. I've remembered the neon signs; all the life I've left behind. It's not easy being lost at twenty-three; my bark is hard but I'm a rotting tree.

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Jan 6, 2017

Jan 6, 2017 at 3:17 AM UTC

joshua-haines

Choose Blue

Tonight is for peanut butter and blue dreams, soaked in ***** blasts. I feel okay but my friends are dead and it will always last. Don't count on me to care too much. Don't care for me, because you can't count on me. I've remembered the neon signs; all the life I've left behind. It's not easy being lost at twenty-three; my bark is hard but I'm a rotting tree.

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I am but a mere jar of peanut butter sitting on a shelf because mostly that's where I tend to leave myself If you come and get me then clearly you will see labels that are printed all over me if you do not fancy then fine throw me out but if you think you'll like me then its on our way to checkout on our way to checkout then to the car to your little home near or far hard plastic outside cool to the touch at first I really truly do not look like much but when you dig down and open me up I'm soft I'm sweet and so unlike my shell my labels sometimes lie never really tell I am but a mere jar of peanut butter Pick me over fish? know there'll be some work involved proceed as you wish

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Aug 26, 2016

Aug 26, 2016 at 9:57 PM UTC

SummertimeLace

Jar of Peanut Butter

I am but a mere jar of peanut butter sitting on a shelf because mostly that's where I tend to leave myself If you come and get me then clearly you will see labels that are printed all over me if you do not fancy then fine throw me out but if you think you'll like me then its on our way to checkout on our way to checkout then to the car to your little home near or far hard plastic outside cool to the touch at first I really truly do not look like much but when you dig down and open me up I'm soft I'm sweet and so unlike my shell my labels sometimes lie never really tell I am but a mere jar of peanut butter Pick me over fish? know there'll be some work involved proceed as you wish

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So, okay, are you listening? Being a monkey means many things... Yes! It also means loving, not just bananas, but the people who love bananas, and monkeys too! Listen to me in your heart, pay attention now, person, and this is gonna be the best smoothie ever! Bananas come first, of course, then yogurt, vanilla, of course, a BIG spoon of peanut butter.. Yes, really! Trust me! Cinnamon to jazz it up, water to smoothen it... we are calling this a smoothie RIGHT? And for extra-special, maple syrup, to give it a heavenly touch! Now cover your ears, which are almost as sensitive as mine, and ... Oh! How do you push the button with your fingers over your ears!

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Sep 25, 2015

Sep 25, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC

FrancescaRegan

Channeling Curious George

So, okay, are you listening? Being a monkey means many things... Yes! It also means loving, not just bananas, but the people who love bananas, and monkeys too! Listen to me in your heart, pay attention now, person, and this is gonna be the best smoothie ever! Bananas come first, of course, then yogurt, vanilla, of course, a BIG spoon of peanut butter.. Yes, really! Trust me! Cinnamon to jazz it up, water to smoothen it... we are calling this a smoothie RIGHT? And for extra-special, maple syrup, to give it a heavenly touch! Now cover your ears, which are almost as sensitive as mine, and ... Oh! How do you push the button with your fingers over your ears!

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This poem is thumping like a boulder at the bottom of a river And last year’s hit is fighting static on the radio We sat against the waves all day yesterday I still feel the rocking That anti-movement The best part of a meal is right when the food arrives I’d rather stay hungry than be satisfied to stop wanting to stop chasing I sleep on the ground to be farther away from you the whole time we were stock images choreographed feelings unrealistic props and a well timed photographer Now we’re stopping in yesterday’s parking lot and today’s hit has turned jarring. They’ll be running our circles long after we die. I made a dozen peanut butter and jelly sandwiches before my mother came home and took the knife out of my hand I’m running to you like you’re a pint of Ben & Jerry's and I'm lactose intolerant It stays in my mind like choking on medicine It’s like that pregnant silence when the waiter asks “together or separate?” It’s like driving up a mountain or criticizing the lack of representation in a Hallmark movie alone from my couch. There’s nothing poetic about stalking you on twitter. but it’s part of the story so here’s a stanza about it anyway. [Pause for effect] I hope next time we meet you’ll ask me how I am I’ll tell you I am super and both of us will believe it again I hope one of us will smile and say “0ne day” and the other will notice the typo.

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Jul 31, 2014

Jul 31, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC

matthew-matthew

Love Poem

This poem is thumping like a boulder at the bottom of a river And last year’s hit is fighting static on the radio We sat against the waves all day yesterday I still feel the rocking That anti-movement The best part of a meal is right when the food arrives I’d rather stay hungry than be satisfied to stop wanting to stop chasing I sleep on the ground to be farther away from you the whole time we were stock images choreographed feelings unrealistic props and a well timed photographer Now we’re stopping in yesterday’s parking lot and today’s hit has turned jarring. They’ll be running our circles long after we die. I made a dozen peanut butter and jelly sandwiches before my mother came home and took the knife out of my hand I’m running to you like you’re a pint of Ben & Jerry's and I'm lactose intolerant It stays in my mind like choking on medicine It’s like that pregnant silence when the waiter asks “together or separate?” It’s like driving up a mountain or criticizing the lack of representation in a Hallmark movie alone from my couch. There’s nothing poetic about stalking you on twitter. but it’s part of the story so here’s a stanza about it anyway. [Pause for effect] I hope next time we meet you’ll ask me how I am I’ll tell you I am super and both of us will believe it again I hope one of us will smile and say “0ne day” and the other will notice the typo.

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