Icings poems on Hello Poetry

Sarah Jameel Aug 2015

That old song playing in my playlist
this morning wreaked of an older winter
The music gave me jitters just like the wind in that December
The memories that were brought back smelled of cupcake icings and foamy warm coffees under a starry sky
The sunlight through my windows was now starving to crash through the cruel almost transparent curtains
The loneliness left footprints on my floor
And snuggled with me in my bed
Nostalgia held my hand
And i let myself tuck to it for the rest of the day..

Logan Robertson Aug 2017

Her Closed Bakery Opened My Eyes

To my baker, lovely friend
can I visit someday and come over?
Your cakes are still my godsends
though icings hungover.

Your frosting's in the air,
my obstinate competes.
Can a nice guy, now, take your chair
as your hands warm his seat.

As sour is to sweet riddles
and my fiddle once played mean songs.
Can we meet once in the middle
and makeup for all my wrongs?

Dough, ray, me a tune someday
for my heart will always find your way.

Logan Robertson
8/30/17

#sonnet #lost #love

TheStartOfMyEnds Oct 2017

Mistakes

Blank pages
That! Was "the" flash
Clear sheets of bleached pages
Blown by some outlandish light
My heart didn't miss a single beat
I wasn't afraid to die
Wasn't afraid of the hurt that would come
I calculated and imagined
a couple of broken ribs
and a lot of dismembered limbs
But with these relentless hands with minds of their own
They slowly slid off the steering wheel, already decided
I was ready to let go... (like...totally ready)

And face whatever reality awaits
Blastin' over 80 on gritty-soiled roads
Melting grounds
Sudden headlights beyond each steeps and turns
Would soon but consequently present

Surprised as I was
to realize I had nothing left lose
Nothing to leave behind
Either my life was already done for
Or a new chapter hadn't even started yet
It was an amusing thought
Even more so insane
Was the fact that
I laughed at my own jokes
Despite me being (...in deep ****...)
In the face of ...(idk)... death?

But the only worry that penned it's way
On my blank pages
Was the fact that my dear friend
Buckled next to me
Though the fault was both ours
She wasn't ready to meet the end of her story
Clenching my hands on the wheel
I prayed for no dents on the ride
I prayed for her life
And hoped the cupcakes sitting in the backseat
The ones with extra chocolate icings that her father just gave her a few minutes ago
Would make it just as fine
After a few aggressive twirls and dances
And subsiding close calls
Jesus gave me another chance

...And that is the story of how my mistakes almost killed my friend

Thanks

It's a lesson learned that's going to be real hard to forget. We're both fine. She's fine. But the cupcakes didn't make it.

#poetry #mistakes #friends #stupidity #accidents #story

Vivian Montgomery Oct 2015

Consuming Cake

There’s never enough time in all the day
For me to create all my dreams away
Since my dreams are full of sugary things
Sweet frosting's and icings and meringue toppings
Oh how could I forget my favorite part?
All the beautiful chocolate art
From milk to dark to milky white
The possibilities are endless but rarely see the light.
There’s so many flavors that everyone can savor
How about the styles?
That list could go on for a while
One day I’ll be able to create all I wish
And as long as I don’t eat it I’ll still be a dish.

Ileana Amara Apr 2020

04 | Anecdotes with the Devil: Cupcakes

Befriend a devil, it would be the unlikely yet best cupcake in your pantry of memories.

Cupcakes are made from scratch, anything that comes in convenient
A devil may be, but they are made from power, vices, and flaws,
and they come in convenient too when you let your demons offer it with a cup of coffee.

A pantry of memories would be boring if you prefer it in monochrome,
Angels with pretentious halos, or Humans with humanity
but then they all left anyway, like how icings are scrumptious
but the cake batter lack one essential ingredient or two.

The devil's cupcake icing would be in dark hues, bittersweet but real
It would have probably lived itself in multiple attempts at life,
Drowning in vices, manipulating people, scarred of flaws, but then again real
Befriend and touch a devil's heart like you would judge the cupcake completely based on the cake itself..

If it is tamed, know that a devil wore power to mask its pains,
If it isn't, feel free to set aside such, along with the Heartless Creatures that grow horns for themselves.

IA

#anecdotes #devil #cupcakes

Mike Hauser Jul 2018

Something To Complain

If everything was running smooth
Dancing in the rain
All the music was in tune
Not a day that's late
Every track ahead was clear
For this North bound train
The big to do of me and you
Would still find something to complain

With the color both sides the street
The darkest shade of green
Good times never out of sight
The sunny side each day we'd greet
Or at the market food department
Giving free magic beans
You'd look at me and we'd both agree
There'd be something to complain

If we were told the icings gold
On every birthday cake
The weather here this time of year
Is like standing in the shade
And down on every corner
They're giving dollar bills away
The spot we're at we would sit
And find something to complain

If every test flying colors passed
Always with an A
Knowing well but would never tell
Didn't study much that day
And all along what could go wrong
Never got the blame
Through all of it not one thought to quit
But still finding something to complain

— The End —