"mouthwatering" poems
The air thick with dust
Cows roaming the streets,
Flashing lights and loud noises,
Children laughing an playing.
Houses painted in sickening colors
sarees tumbling from the waists of women.
Amazing, flavorful, mouthwatering food.
Family and friends, celebrating festivals
color in the sky and all around
Though there are things both good and bad,
I love my homeland and I stand proud.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
The smell.
The mouthwatering taste.
The crispy crunch.
The sizzling in the pan.
Bacon!
So delicious and fatty.
So truly yummy.
God, I love it.
ITS BACON!!!!!!!
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
mouthwatering
anxiety disorder
dishes of psychopathy
Bulimia and ADHD sparkle
reach in a hand
take a few
and a few bottles of ritalin and prozac too
you will love it
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 12:53 AM UTC
It's the conspiracy to conspire,
Think of how the fist or flies feel,
The most enticing truth,
Astonishingly mouthwatering,
Turns out smoke and mirror,
You see, because behind the window paned,
skeleton of steel and wire,
Underneath there is commerce,
In the webbing of marrow, worldwide underhandedness,
Something is always being sold,
What better way to take power away,
Then having scheduled rebellions,
The greatest put on,
Our system only works under thumbs,
from the backdrop works the crippled puppeteer,
behind his blank, vagrant, expressionless lenses,
Behind the grey skin and swilled organs,
Attached to the oil drum veins,
Beats the very same heart of Moloch!
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 10:20 PM UTC
If she sang the way she looked,
you might expect Kate Smith
singing "God Save The Queen."
That *** Pistol's hit did not
come out, more voice pixieish,
a song unknown. Words were
bleary but delish were notes.
Complete meaning lost,
her elfin aria enchanted us. Indeed
there were whispers, "What is it
she's singing?" Then shushes
from those already spun
in her spell. We drifted into
her Mother Goose downy lullaby.
Fattened by unexpected
mellow mouthwatering coos,
her taken audience drank it in
and from beginning to end
were somehow morphed into
fuzzy waddling fans.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
I casually lie on my worn couch
wondering and wandering in my mind about
a girl, the girl
She moves in me from head to toe,
from rooftop to basement floor
I crawl into her and she accepts me
and takes me in and feeds me bowl
after bowl of every kind of warmth
you can imagine
We are inside each other and she bathes
me in kisses, touches and looks
I'm so close to her that I could feel her
rapid heartbeat and the sweat dripping
from her glorious curvy body is now
becoming my sweat
I tell her never leave me
She says never move from this position
for here and now is exactly what we need
Our beating hearts are bass drums
in a New Orleans high school marching band
that drums and drums throughout a six mile
uptown parade
Something's happening and I'm so in love with
your body
It's not foreign anymore because it's the best place
I've gone to
I sailed to you
It's like you have the best parts from all my favorite places
You-with the most delightful and mouthwatering views
Your ******* are like two sunflower-filled hills
and your stomach is the white snow in which
I lie in and make snow angels
Your thighs are waves from the Gulf
pouring over me
and I can't catch my breath
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 10:23 PM UTC
You are a rose, so beautifully arranged into sweet succulent taste
So mouthwatering and compassionate
Yet every time I bite into you there is blood in my mouth
Because I always forget
That even the most beautiful rose
Has thorns
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
We cannot call it my "mind" today.
It's better defined as
a malfunctioning mess
of kaleidoscopic hiccups—
untimed bursts of glitter,
and mismatched shapes.
Curves clash with angles,
overlap, transform, repeat,
until the nonsense makes sense;
until the noise becomes
a soothing hum.
Without warning,
the improper becomes
the most mouthwatering idea
we've had the pleasure to rouse.
Composed of little
ten-second films of us,
bare-skinned in low light,
shifting in tempting tessellations
that bump and spiral
in heightening rhythms
just behind my eyes.
Such thoughts
were never meant
for a box—
rather a shape
more taunted and tantric.
These.
My wax-dipped daydreams
that do not beg
a single sip of permission.
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
*An unholy indisposition to everything sublime.
A tight knot
In the pit of the mind’s stomach
That instantaneously churns whenever any literary aim
Crosses it
Transcending all “schools” of thought
Known and imaginable to man.
Thoughts go a muck
And in no time bit by bit
A mouthwatering piece is birthed and it’s so much fun*
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
I woke up today to a tangerine sun,
the fullness of its round belly
perched upon the city
in an orange, growing glow.
The day was adorned in autumn,
but all its best, in arrayed pockets
of majestic color, could not compare.
The traffic passed on by
as if the world foolishly seemed
to never notice it was there.
But I could have plucked it out of the sky,
delighting in its mouthwatering sweetness
for days and days and days,
consuming its bright fullness for life
in copy cat decision
as I would gently swallow it up
completely.
A miracle this is not.
After all, maybe it was there
many a morning,
but I forgot to look up and see.
Yet today its lantern presence
lit a fire upon my thoughts,
for God so loves us,
in spite of us,
that He shines extraordinary light
upon us
to wake us up,
to embrace the life we have been given.
This is my testimony,
fruitful expressions
of creative hope and faith
yet fiercely fought for
with every fiber of my being
to be feasted upon in my soul
for survival.
Crazy words to some,
but to dreamers not.
Today I claimed a small victory,
somewhere between here and heaven
all within the world
of a tangerine sun.
Nov 24, 2009
Nov 24, 2009 at 12:56 PM UTC
Popin with a Buttery crime
Greasy and oily as slime
A crime wave to steal ingredients throughout
A mouthwatering motion
Across town in Poppintown, Popcorn Man and his Hitchmen are planning a precise plot
Yet, the Police will have no choice in liking or not
Within the Popcorn Clister Company, the Popcorn Man and his Hitchmen are attemptintg to steal all the production resources needed for the biggest crime wave of them all
The Popcorn Man’s quest was to steal the Crown Jewels of Great Britain at the Popin Mueum
But their plan was foiled by Batman and Robin
They confronted Popcorn Man and his Hitchmen on the spot as they had figured out their plot
A fight for justice broke out
Robin hit one of the hitchmen with a *** of hot oil in the face
Batman and Robin with all in between being Bam, Pow and Kaboom
But something was going to happen soon
Suddenly, Batman and Robin were caught by surprise and didn’t realize
They were caught in a trap in all buttered up Popcorn
How will Batman and Robin escape?
Will Popcorn Man get away with his outrageous cape?
Immediately, Batman pulls out of his utility belt an ingredient that causes everything to melt
Batman and Robin managed to escape
They must rush before it’s too late
It’s a mission to put Popcorn Man in jail with a popping finish
Popcorn Man is caught in the act, and Batman and Robin turn the tables on his hitchmen
Batman throws hot butter on the floor, and the Hitchmen just slide right into large cage
This causes Popcorn Man to respond in rage
Popcorn man wanted to take venegeance, but Batman was too clever
Batman pushed Popcorn Man into a Large Popcorn popping Machine and Kenneled out
A crime wave solved
It was the Cape Crusader who was involved.
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 3:46 PM UTC
Her sweet and melodious lullabies,
Her delicious and mouthwatering cakes and pies,
Always there to diminish our fears,
Helping and consoling us when we break in tears,
Love and compassion filled in her eyes,
Never creating a relationship based on lies,
Always making tremendous sacrifices,
For those in crisis,
Thank you Grandma for all you have done,
None of us can repay what you have begun !!!!
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 5:25 AM UTC
His Scent lingered on my shirt hours after our last embrace,
the moment before I decided to say goodbye,
With each breeze tears filled my eyes as his sweet fragrance kissed my nose.
I knew saying goodbye was impossible but it was the only way to protect my heart.
My body ached for just one last taste of his enchanting aroma.
His tantalizing aura was all I craved, although I knew His mouthwatering perfume was just there to disguise the poison of his kiss.
His venom had already spread throughout my body and paralyzed my mind.
I could no longer think apart from him.
He was a toxin specifically designed to rip apart my ambition for love .
His infection had almost completely taken root when suddenly I saw a glimpse of hope
The antidote lay inches from my grasp,
It was a tiny vial labeled freedom
This was it , I had finally found the cure for my disease and yet I hesitated,
Was I ready to become my own person?
Could I stand on my own two feet or would I come crashing down paralyzed by my fear of being alone.
I as desperately searched for the courage to drink the remedy of my illness I was overwhelmed by a sweet and familiar fragrance.
I begin to get lost in the memories of the tantalizing aroma,
but as I hear him call my name I snap to my senses and drink the formula.
How delightful it was to taste the overwhelming sweetness of Freedom!
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
Waking up to my favorite cereal
You've asked what's its imperial serial
It could be the sweet clumps
And believe me, I've grown my lumps
Its flaky flakes are such a treat
As in the morning, they lift my feet
Its mouthwatering taste
Makes me wake every morning in haste
Those sweet clumps
That give me lumps
Are not my favorite cereal's
Imperial serial
Oh what a folly, I did make
It's the honey covered flake
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
Like the first drop of rain upon the dryness of the earth
Plants in the desert eagerly soak it up, the sigh of relief almost audible
And the farmer that thanks the heavens for the blessing on his crops
That is how I need you
Like a dose of the most soothing cough syrup after a night spent fighting a relentless illness
The pain with each cough that reaches every aching part of the body
Each swallow of the throat begins to soothe upon receiving the magical medicinal concoction
That is how I need you
As a sip of water satisfies the runner that has justcompleted an agonizing 26 miles
Every step, every mile marker that exhausts their body more
Every deep inhale a gust of wind that produces dry exhales
The same way that first sip of water brings them comfort
That is how I need you
As your arms around me brings calm to the storms
As the taste of your lips provides a treat sweeter than a mouthwatering slice of red velvet cake
As only you know how carve a smile on the face that only knows one expression
A deepening glare that changes to smiles
That is how I need you
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 4:20 PM UTC
I'm a ciabatta, fresh and nice
Hot, pleasant, with a lovely spice
I'm to die for, a mouthwatering vault
Though, some take me with a grain of salt
I'm not your ordinary loaf of bread
"You're an odd bun," society said
Though every recipe has a flaw
Those flaws still make people awe
They're what make me who I am
A little over spicy but sweet like jam
I'm my own recipe, which I uniquely cook
With imperfections that are easy to overlook
Try to break me for my mess-ups; laugh
But remember, broken loaves are still tasty aff c:
Every slice a perfect dedication to the whole
It's natural, built into my beautiful soul
With lovely curves raised to imperfect perfection
An aura that fills the room in every direction
A welcoming presence that invites everyone
Come and gather, we'll all have fun!
I'm a hearty bun with a heart of bread
A soft and warm one that leaves love in its stead
I love making friends, they fill me with glee
But you're special, so you can call me Panini 🥪
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 12:36 PM UTC
My tongue is on fire
And stuck am I, in a mire
Dangling like a carrot
And waiting to be devoured
Is some rather delicious food
Unfortunately, I am not in the mood
Because, every time I take a bite
My ******* tongue puts up a humungous fight
Locking me up in a torture chamber
And thus filling me with loads of anger
How dare you do this to me, O darned tongue?
Do you think I am a piece of dung?
My tongue is on fire
And it does not care
How hungry I am
Serious, it gives not a ****
Set before me, is a mouthwatering meal
However, becoming am I, rather dull
As I struggle and struggle
My tongue pulling me into deep trouble
Slowly, do I begin to think
That, desperately do I need a drink
Thus, do I consume an entire bottle of water
However, just as I begin to feel better
That infernal tongue throws tantrum after tantrum
Thus spelling my doom
Predictably, coming to my rescue is a sweet
Dear Diabetes, soon we may meet!
My tongue is on fire
However, beginning am I, to fight
Because, I give up not, so easily
And I DO take the doctor's advice seriously
However, my tongue ends up having the last laugh
Since all those medicines are apparently not enough
To prevent me from being forced
To make a few sacrifices
When it cometh to food
Which again spoils my mood
Moreover, just when the situation seems to be getting back to normal
Dinner turns out to be quite the ordeal
Not for the first time
And definitely not the last
I even wonder if I should fast!!
My tongue is on fire
However, as mentioned before
Never do I give up easily
Dear tongue, for now you may smile nastily
However, soon will the tables be turned
And then YOU are gonna be doomed
Enjoy your time while it lasts
And NO, I will NOT fast
No matter how many tricks you may have up your sleeve
Victory you are not gonna achieve
Never again!!
Jan 13, 2024
Jan 13, 2024 at 12:30 PM UTC
oh
yum
moon
supper
served on
dark platter
of night sky
salad tossed in
starry dressing
orange segment
mouthwatering
sea urchin roe
salty crescent
lemon sliver
melon slice
succulent
moon
yum
oh
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC
I want to get lost
in the moment
and the adventure.
I want to lose everything around me
to find
myself.
What is the point
of everything I have done
when it's not something
I am head over heals in love with?
I want to lose everything around me
to find
myself.
Everything is within grasp
but clenching my fist
and not letting the dream
slip
right through my fingers
is the hardest thing in the world
to do.
I want to lose everything around me
to find
myself.
But how can I lose everything
in the wrong setting,
in the wrong circumstances,
and in the wrong way?
I want to lose everything around me
to find
myself.
It's a taste so mouthwatering
it burns,
which I can't remove
and don't want to.
I need to lose everything around me
to find
myself.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
Post ******
beautiful woman
oh that was sublime
you said
you never
had a man
love your *** like that before
i loved the way
you giggled
and cooed
as i nuzzled your
little dark rose ****
and licked and ******
like a rippling lake
that kisses wading toes
how you looked up
with those eager
bright eyes
your hair flat back
like a picture frame
your gorgeous plush
lips cradling my ****
your head danced
back and forth
like voodoo princess
Ayida
possessed of the
**** ****
lick ****
rhythms
that drive men
to lusts insanity
in the end
somehow
we ended up in another room
blood and ****
stained walls and floors
cries fluttered little curtains
i forced your body like grapes
through a garlic press
so i could drink you down
my mouth stained
my bones dyed the color of your eye pits
you begged
shimmering
nail me to the floorboards
fill my veins with your blood
fling me to the moon
caress my shadow soul
where i'm alone
in the sleep world
and then
came the convulsive
muscular *******
wave upon heaping wave
tsunamis of guttural ecstasy
and for a moment
stasis
our cries echo
sticking to walls
like unsubstantiated specters
that now haunt
in perpetuity
and then there is
obsession
and kisses
and kisses
and kisses
mouthwatering kisses
and we both know
kisses like this should never end
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 1:11 PM UTC
severally i died before,
born at the cracking grounds,
where food is smoke in absence of fire,
rain is like the donkey's horns,
and clothes like the pig's skin,
i was hardened!
my innocence got lost at one,
i knew problems from the scorching crust,
i fought with ants who chose to feest on me ,
my peace was interrupted daily,
it made me hard ,
for that i will not die soon.
i cracked through stones,
right i feel alright,i sit on a soft chair,
before a flat screen television,
trying to figure out the far i came,
the steep mountains i climbed,
it all ends in a smile. it has not been easy at all.
as i chew the soft marrow,
sweet and mouthwatering,
i find it funny,
to recal how i crashed the bones,
to survive i tried,
now i will live longer,to enjoy the fruits of my perseverance.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
The one who knows what an aglet is
And the one who found a cure to break outs
Are neck and neck
In the race to critical acclaim
The pure of heart take aim towards the regency
With flushed flesh
As if they were the ones racing
The chaste one vexes them all
They hope her chest caves in
And her vital organs fail
They see her as an appalling misuse of DNA
In this sequence
There is a strong emphasis of hate
But why?
Because hate is one of the fundamentals of life that's ubiquitous
Until an outbreak of letting go comes
And the appeals for torment to befall others come to and end
With that said, I want to see who wins this race, if that ***** little ***** gets what she has coming to her and those know-nothings on the throne get over thrown
As I enjoy this rhubarb and turpentine pie
It looks mouthwatering as ever
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
Loneliness eats me
Like an orange.
Fingernails carving away my skin,
To **** out that juicy pulp of hope
From the outside in.
He called me delicious, but that was lifetimes ago,
Words turning so sweet
They rotted.
I never should have believed him - “I’m
Not just a fruit to be eaten” - that's
I should have told him,
Before these cravings were cultivated. The ones that crawl in
Through the chasms of solitude
Like worms into the pores of my skin.
Because now all I want
Is to be squeezed out
By stronger hands
That make me feel delicious and
Turn my desires
Into the most mouthwatering of juices again.
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 3:01 PM UTC
black velvet Sky
glittery, sugary stars
cool winter breeze
melody is playing from an orchestra of crickets
I'm lying here, in these mint green grass king size bed
and munching the mouthwatering--- freedom.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 8:54 AM UTC
Piercing eyes, fierce body,
Brain such so naughty.
Feeling that too much heat,
Still makes me fall to my feet.
Those ****** stares, careless and reckless attitude,
Strangely brightens up my mood.
All these things just left my brain so confused,
Yet these just made me so amused.
In those eyes,
I just saw that confidence rise.
Those joyous and contagious laughs,
Was making my romantic excitement blast.
Mouthwatering smell, soft and electrocuting touches,
Every time makes me feel so luscious.
Even though others say that you’re distracting,
You’re still eye-ttractive.
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 6:02 AM UTC