"gumdrop" poems
There she sat in front of me with her red lipstick on and a smile that showed off her pearly white teeth that always seemed to light up a room
but something was off
Was it the sweetness I felt, disappearing when I looked at her?
Only the tingling on my tongue after eating too many sour candies was left as I saw her smile slowly curve down each day I saw her
She had a lot of sour moments now that I look back.
I miss the fresh peppermint laughs we shared
what's left now is a silhouette
a wrapper of what we could have been
and now as I sit here looking through her
I begin to crack from the way she makes me feel
She doesn't know
She'll never know about the red stripes she left on me
can a shattered candy cane be put back together?
it might seem impossible
some parts may be lost
but with some time
I'll be back on my feet again
and she'll move on to someone sweeter
maybe a gumdrop this time
Without losing her
I would never have found my marshmallows friends who I know I can always fall back on their soft embrace
They will be there supporting me till my expiration date
Feb 19, 2021
Feb 19, 2021 at 12:24 PM UTC
my honey bunny
you are my sugar sugar plum
gum drop.
the sweetie pie of my heart.
you are the apple of
my eye.
the little cup cake of heart.
my honey bunny
my sugar sugar plum
gum drop of my heart
you are my sweetie pie
of my heart.
you are the apple of my eye.
i want you to know i you love so much.
Dec 3, 2010
Dec 3, 2010 at 2:15 PM UTC
I look at you and melt.
This feeling, before never felt.
I taste you with my eyes.
Like ******* Jack you hide the prize.
You are to me like sweets.
The kind you lick, and **** and eat.
A tootsie lolipop.
And in the center- a gumdrop.
When I see you I drool.
Sometimes you make me act the fool.
Your words are honey-dipped,
Remind me of when nectar drips.
Caramel Marshmellow pie,
Your sugar shock, it gets me high.
Your mouth's a chocolate kiss,
Hershey's aint gat nothing on this.
You're sweeter than desert,
The best desert on earth.
The kind that I want all the time,
Until my belly hurts.
Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 8:41 AM UTC
Gumdrops come in many colors
Yellow, orange and green
My gumdrop hides his color
So his feelings can’t be seen
His character is charming
His humor can’t be beat
He’s loving, kind; a friend of mine
Yet, he creates his own defeat
Avoidance is an issue,
Procrastination set in stone
His fears are locked so deep inside
He fights the world alone.
I understand his silent walk
My feet step in his tracks
Circumstances changed the soul;
True confidence we lack.
When tragedies besieged him
His body young in years
He coped the only way he could
While fighting back the tears
He lost himself eventually
Gave in to worldly sins
But, Gumdrop has the strength of few
He stood-up, once again.
With work, he rose above the clan
Temptation everywhere
He faithfully now walks the walk
Recovery he shares
Sadness still surrounds him
Eyes open for dark skies
Preparing for the looming breach,
He limits joy inside
Why would he risk familiar odds?
Reality is rough
To avoid the possibilities,
Is safer than to trust
Don’t try to understand him
He won’t let you in
He’s had to learn the hard way
He won’t get kicked, again.
But I am pretty lucky,
I’ve known him for so long
With memories and good times
and Billy Joel’s top songs
I wish for him bright colors
Prayers I’m always sending
But Gumdrop holds the steering wheel
He writes the script and ending
Yep. Gumdrop is a blessing
My friend he’ll always be
Can he step outside his comfort zone?
I guess we’ll have to see.
Mar 20, 2011
Mar 20, 2011 at 7:51 PM UTC
~
Take my hand, I’ll lead the way
Through oatmeal frosted cookie fields
The two of us will run and play
Enjoying all this vision yields
~
Candy coated pebble lanes
Lined with chocolate butter creams
Fence line melted sugar cane
Here among our wildest dreams
~
So much love I have for you
As we stroll this paradise
Whipped cream sea foam as our view
And your beauty, very nice
~
Hold me close as now we lay
Neath strawberry pudding skies
Kiss me once more on this day
As I gaze into your eyes
~
Spearmint gumdrop pines they sing
Melodies we love to hear
Through red velvet clouds to bring
All we see so crystal clear
~
Marshmallow whips and jelly beans
Lemon drops from up above
Life is more than what it seems
When it’s shared with one you love
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
you and me, under trees
shadows and leaves
ladybugs and gumdrop trails,
gingerbread houses
you whispered in my ear here;
surrounded by candy canes
we **** here
and we make love here
we drop tear
after tear
all the colors blend together
i-
drop my guard i guess, stop feeling
all the weight of the
cotton candy clouds
smoking licorice
but it was a lie
anyway
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
There exists a place
you barely remember
where all the children go
A land of sweets,
imagination
sculpted landscape of words
And every child
spends hours there
thinking of things never thought before
But as we grow
inevitably
children forget the candy-powder path
And that wondrous land
is lost in the bittersweet
tide of time, pain
But some adults,
as they blunder though
find their way back to that land
They sink in the candy
cloud meadows, and giggle
at the sugar-spun dragonflies
But some children
as they grow
refuse to leave the peppermint forest
And others see them
thinking, “How strange,
the air around them is sweet.”
I wander there
floating on
lady fingers across coffee seas
And someday I know
you’ll wander back
stumble into the gumdrop farm
I’ll spy you with
my sugar-spy glass
and turn black-licorice sails to shore
And we’ll chase twizzler deer
and marzi-foxes, and
play like we used to
Until that day,
I’ll plan adventures in spearmint fields
until the day you
Remember Me.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
i often find myself dreaming of a place
with colorful skies
and stars on the ground,
with thousands of flowers
littered all around.
i hope to see caterpillars dancing among the leaves,
and butterflies flying out of the trees,
as well as fairies frolicking throughout the forest,
and a group of fish in a big city chorus.
i wish to only eat sweets,
and have gumdrop seats,
along with long licorice vines,
and silly string borderlines.
maybe even a boy so beautiful
the angels cry.
he can take me swimming in the lakes,
and on pop rock mining dates.
where we'll laugh,
and we'll cry,
but not worry at all.
and inexplicably, fall in love with one another.
too bad i wake up eventually
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 3:11 PM UTC
Happy thing -
Come fiercely.
Bend me like a tulip at midnight,
Make something out of me,
Smoke out my *****
And saddle it in gemstones,
Gallop me like a tongue-twisted
Traveller into the
Whole globe’s bedrooms.
Happy happy thing -
Push me!
Make something out of me!
Kid me,
Front me,
Strike me dancing like a hot
Stone,
Hand me cigarettes that I’ll light
From the last one,
And the second to last one,
And the next one.
Happy thing!
Ohhh come colourfully!
Make the world all-a-bright,
Make red as red as a big red love
Or a spitsuckled cherry gumdrop
Of red-red-red-red-red,
Make yellow smear itself
like crushed cats eyes,
Make pastels all pennysweets
And green so luminous that
Clock hands can’t even dream of it.
You beautiful
*******
Happy
Thing!
You happy happy happy thing…!
Songs are burning!
And planets are droaning!
And London is sleeeeeeping,
And the morning is leaping at me!
Is it leaping at you?
My happy thing,
Come noisily.
Sit with me jabbering,
Jack off with me,
Snog me,
Pull apart my face and
Absolutely ************* drench me
In come.
Happy thing,
Pierce me,
Make me a Sebastian,
Riddle me with spears and watch me
Laugh out the blood,
Happy thing,
Come quickly.
Take my hand and run with me.
They’re shooting at us,
Making saints of us,
And they’ll get us y’know, they’ll get us, they’ll get us –
Happy thing
Come on now dear,
I know the watercolours are running but
Don’t they look pretty
dropping as keenly as our tears –
being caught is just another reason to escape!
Happy thing,
Don’t swallow that.
Are we lowering ourselves?
Are they poking holes in us?
Oh no,
Are they sinking us?
Happy thing,
I hope you always
Come fiercely,
Colours aren’t the same now
And ******* is just a drone of biology.
I promise that
next time we'll be immortal.
Next time we’ll have learned
How to really, really run.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC
sun sizzle pop-rock hopscotch round the rowdy block of troubled spots,
and iron-lock your dirt-soaked sock to a gumdrop your friend forgot the last time you stopped to watch the lilies bloom
in slow motion loop-de-loos.
sinking smooth waterloos,
darling just look at you! beaming with gooey honey dripping sooloos -
woohoo baby!
the lazy river bends her neck to spend extra time with the water bed,
so shed your excuses and wear your heart on the tippy-top of your head,
if it falls, mend it by sending ends of threads spinning fractal patterns round the edge,
crafting a hand-patched garden to bake batches of laughter from.
latching your fingers, pull and tug those weeds into soot underfoot tearing remnants of long lost looks your lover took and shook off your balcony in a hazy dream.
alchemy your bones to seeds
and feed them with tears of gold sweet memories.
reading poetry from socrates thumb
won't translate the sacred humming running through your chest,
only you can sing the refrain of broken hymns and lift the soul from the rims of the black hole pit.
the universe lives in you, don't forget.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
On strange days
like these
baking cookies
is an arcane art.
For it is winter outside
how we transform
the inside
into mystic summer.
For i know the golden ratio.
i have surrounded
myself with graduated cylinders
that recall the lore
of cups and ounces.
Retorts of pots and pans
where i can observe
the powers of this world
returning and combining
into simmer.
Such smells
waft from the oven
as ginger swirls
and cinnamon sworls
like molten mountains jumble.
As the elements combine
eggs and butter
await their transformation.
Some believe that
transmuting baser metals
into gold somehow proves their worth
but they have never
crafted cookies.
At my round
small wooden table
my imaginary children enjoy
the coming holiday of doughy
spell-making.
They beam at me
with their gumdrop eyes
and jelly bean smiles
and write Latin script
with licorice and raisins
on their raiment.
As the homunculus
i have constructed
out of hen’s teeth
and oatmeal.
with a retro fish tank.
skips like calendar with
an extra leap year.
hiccupping time.
Mice in the wainscot
squeak as Saturn
rises auspicious
in their whiskers.
As my roller
impresses and passes
i fill the silver trays
the cuckoo clock strikes thirteen.
While i in a black forest script
write of spells
of life and death
and of the perfect
distillation of a sugar cookie
in baker notation
Sprinkles on the flour
that has spilled upon my table
from the shifter….
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
Welcome my little treasure into this world
Living with us you are where you supposed to be
A beloved gift we are entrusted to take care of
For our whole life and eternity
You are daddy’s special person
No one can be like you
Who makes life worth living for?
With all you are, say, and do
We love you my little gumdrop
You are a part of us for the rest of your life
This adventure we will preserve together
As we devote and amplify our love with each other
You make us live everyday my little cherry blossom
The flower never did blossom so beautifully
The sea never looks so calm and clear
We are very blessed for this opportunity
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 10:14 AM UTC
***** like a child
The candy-house of your mind
Sugar-coated doors
Pulling farther further away
Into endless rooms
Where the gumdrop roof leaks
And the gingerbread walls crumble
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 7:54 PM UTC
By: D. Clare
Her voice like a meadowlarks song
A rain pond filled with sweet cherry blossoms
Smiling summer clouds hovering above the farm land skies...
Gumdrop flavored flowers summon her up to the sugary hills
Visions of a garden grow, rainbows and dew drenched cat-tails glow...
Sunburst splashes it's orange nectar fruit until midnight hootie owls swoon
Sing us all to sleep upon grassy moon-beam beds soon...
(C) in perpetuity all rights reserved by the author
(P) FilmNoirWorks
--
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 4:30 AM UTC
You're my honey BBQ glazed love,
Taste like syrup.
My pineapple cranberry kiss,
My sweet orange teriyaki chicken nugget.
You're a caramel lookin one.
Suga gumdrop sexiness,
My cherry apple sweetie pie.
You're my bubblegum candy pop.
A lemon dripped goodness.
My hot cocoa cinnamon spice,
And Lip lickin brown strawberry sugar.
You're a coconut drizzle,
A melted sunny candy corn.
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 12:18 PM UTC
caramel kisses, sugar sweet
and dropped lullabies
humming in my ear
the promises of tomorrow,
the pain of today,
the perfection of the past.
i fell in love with you
and it felt like falling asleep,
fast, comfortable, warm,
gentle hands and cotton
candy hearts and
home, my home, in the crook of your neck.
my lemon drop love,
splattered across the walk
in front of new cross gate station,
dark chocolate dipped distance;
my body aches for more
of your honey eyes and gumdrop soul
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 10:00 PM UTC
light shadow cosmic wanderer
tooth pick broken rainbow mirror
barefoot bard with teaks of Chan
given taken held up here
Maddening glazed and galvanized dreams
make for worthless surreal windows
classic hot rod metal screams
like broken swallows when the wind blows
Young and brave treacherous poisoned blood
leaning up against tenements on ***** sidewalks
chop and snort it on the porcelain
leave the toddler to his blocks
The mirror is hell bent on reflection
the gravy train has left the station
mindless maps without direction
in any given situation
and then the neurotic poet fights
against all odds the blue dressed gang
back pack stashed in plastic nights
the poet goes out with a bang
forget ignore each word he said
blue beard gumdrop reward awaits
on the barren graffiti rocks he's dead
in one of the south central states
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 6:23 PM UTC
I'd never have to understand that we were born into equal sized roadways-
another unwritten rule suspended in the air
amongst the somewhat unnecessary details we'd 'forgotten'
to mention over the past few years.
But that was okay right?
I mean you'd found your direction
and accelerated ahead of me;
thinking you'd see the world differently from there?
Sure, your perspective involved hues that I was blind to but
I'd found this gem within the shadows of all these cars
(Shh! Don't let them know you're catching up!
This highway was ruled by colours,
not words.)
redyellowgreenredyellowgreen
You just couldn't stay within your own lane-
oblivion muddled with reality
blurred my blindspot
so I advise you to swerve out of my way
unless you want to get hit
(accidentally on purpose.)
-
You'd always remark that I could handle the wheel,
ever so sweetly,
but this
is what you implied?
-
I knew it was all too much,
trying to balance everything
(Shh! My plate was too full,
each nutriment colliding with another-
the chocolate syrup painted ice cream
enveloped half my dish,
intruding the space against her wish.)
You always seemed to have the cleanest looking plate,
however you continuously allowed me to spill over
onto the rim of your
pristine porcelain, as if
you enjoyed
watching me overflow,
explode.
You never did anything about it,
never cleaned the dishes,
simply watching as various delicacies drew fantasies
right
in
front
of you.
Though those weren't even
close
to my fantasies.
You dream of candy floss nests and gumdrop buttons
whereas I dream of freshly cut watermelons and berries
(please do the dishes
or leave.)
// riding shotgun was the sweetest thing
you said we'd done
right before I floored the brake
and more than sugar
went flying out the window. //
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC
You cover me in purple
Your ins and outs, your ups and downs,
Your overs and what-have-yous
The sickle sound of your heart pounding in the morning to
Your fiery rushed breath during the times when
I don’t even know whose leg is whose
Your purple canopy envelopes me when I don’t know where to go
and it tells me to just stay there
it’s vastness chews on me as if I’m a sweet gumdrop and i don’t even care
Purple flashes when you do a little whisper
And when you do a little strumming on your guitar
And when you’re even a little proud of yourself
Drawn into the deep delicious well of your purple,
of your ins and outs,
I fall
and fall
and fall……..
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC
I built my own world
To escape this chaos called reality
To escape from this nightmare of life
Inside my field of gumdrop trees and candy clouds
This is where I belong
There is no judgment
No one to hurt me
If I leave I have to go back to the painful game of life
I know I will be consumed by my own fear
I must stay in my world
Inside my field of rainbow flowers and skies of fairies
If you hate the truth
Come with me
To my secret world
My greatest weapon against realism
To escape the weight of the world
Welcome to my wonderland
Maahum Khan
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
Sanmati, my messenger, is no more a milksop.
Ardent though is she never will yawp.
Nagging sometimes though in some shop.
Merrily walks in crowd alone till atop.
Amends her needs; tackles one with strop-
Till he agrees with her, else does lop.
In always high spirits, ready to swop
Joy or sorrow equally treats like gumdrop.
Angry if treats us like a bellhop
In our home or out, but never plop
Nor cry in public to show us flop.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 10:34 PM UTC
There she sat in front of me with her beautiful smile that always seemed to light up the room
but somethings missing
Is it the sweetness I felt when I looked at her
or the fresh peppermint laughs we shared
now as I sit here
I shatter from the way she makes me feel
She doesn't know
She'll never know about the red stripes she left on me
can a shattered candy cane be put back together?
it might seem impossible
some parts may be lost
but with some time
I'll be back on my feet again
and she'll move on to someone sweeter
maybe a gumdrop this time
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 9:44 PM UTC
A candy castle so tasty and sweet
made out of the most delectable treats.
Peppermint domes that swirl red and white,
glisten and shine in the glorious light.
Licorice steeples, to the sky they ascend.
with Fruit Roll-Ups as flags flapping in the wind.
The drawbridge is made of warm gingerbread,
suspended by Twizzlers of cherry red.
Toffee and brittle brick up the structure
Painted with icing of contrasting colors.
Frosting fastens gumdrop shingles in place,
the roof sparkles with crystallized sugar lace.
A lollipop wreath hangs on the chocolate bar door,
whip cream and cherries top the decor.
Jolly Ranchers are the windows that do reside.
A rainbow-tinted world can be viewed from inside.
The palace is surrounded by a gentle chocolate stream
Where marshmallow peeps like to float on and dream.
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 5:51 PM UTC