"reeses" poems
If I were a chocolate bar, life with you would be so sweet
Being around you, I feel like quite a treat
Gotta love Hershey's: the kisses and hugs
And on Valentine's Day combine with Doves
Like Reeses or S'mores, we compliment one another
Flowers, wine, and chocolate for a significant other
If I were a chocolate bar, life could be Grand
Although on a hot day, I'd melt a little faster than planned....
As a chocolate bar I'd be broken and shared
Spreading gooey goodness to everyone there
Maybe being a chocolate bar isn't quite for me...
... But it's fun to imagine just how it might be!
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 12:21 PM UTC
I spent over a hundred dollars
just on chocolate
for her
last year
every once in a while
i'd surprise her
with one of those organic peanut butter bars
she liked
i'd buy em from aldriches
during photography
or video productions
never told her where i got them
because they gave her something
to depend on me for
i never tasted a single bit of that chocolate
i haven't been aldriches in months
and i haven't gotten one of those thankful hugs
since that last one
in july
that was half kiss, half hug
and less thankful, more lovestruck
but also silent, tear filled, melancholy, foreboding
that was after i bought her reeses,
the only time e ever went to qfc together
i don't buy chocolate anymore
i've saved alot of money lately
but i've lost so many hugs,
avoid half this town
and no one relying on me like that
she was my life
it's time for a new one
©Brandon Webb
2012
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 11:43 PM UTC
l{one}l{I}ness
hurts like
one
e m p t y
cup of coffee while another sits
cold in the late afternoon light
full and a little bitter
like your stomach
it stings
like
too much wine -- or *****
against chapped lips
at 10:45p.m.
finding a ****** wrapper under your bed
of trapped in the corners of your sheets
or cigarette cherries falling onto fuzzy
knee
caps
while Johny Cash
sings you into drunken sleep
al{one}
at
11:30 p.m.
it throbs like heads
and unanswered text messages
and bruises on your knees
the day
after
blinking dizzily into grey-morning-afternoon-night
waking up in a single bed
when the fires have gone out
makeup is smeared
and you realize you forgot to put on socks
it feels like that look on your face
when calls go unanswered
and pretty lingerie makes your skin look
bruised
when a dress meant for a party lies
crumpled in the corner of your bed
or your bathroom
damp and wrinkled
from showers taken at
3.am.
to burn out the lonely that
clings
like
your hands in his when you stop
being alone
or like perfume on a
black tee-shirt that you
borrowed months ago
it is comforting like cheap coffee
and relaxed smiles
of an entire box
of off-brand reeses cocoa puffs
with almond milk
of the taste of peach cigarillos
it is sweet like sweet red and dark chocolate
on a tuesday night
when you are in your underwear
or like listening to sad music
while shaving your legs
and buying a bottle of nail polish
because of the pun in the name on its
bottom
it is also addicting like
the smell of their sweat or
seeing their car parked at the gas station
and holding your breath
to see them
or counting the *******
band stickers on their bumper
to the beats of your heart
untill the lights turn green
it is like listening to ingrid michaelson
in a cold car or sitting
in a cheap orange chair in a coffeeshop
by yourself.
it is like drinking a bottle of wine before
5 p.m.
or watching the sun rise
over naked
january trees
when you haven't slept the night before
or the night before that
or the night before
or the night
before
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 2:55 PM UTC
I found a scribbled piece of paper on my coat,
The wife wrote, "pick up some CANDLES" in a note.
I thought it said "CANDIES" hoping to discover,
that we finally would have candies,
In our cupboard.
So I bought in a rush:
Snickers, Abba Zabba, Milky Way, Three Musketeers, Reeses peanut butter cups, M&Ms, Almond Joy, Milk Duds, laughy Taffy....and such.
I called her and told her all the candies I bought,
She said, "CANDLES, stupid", so I hung up.
Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 4:22 PM UTC
tootsie pops, pop rocks, rock candy
sweet tarts, smelly farts, war-heads, sour patch kids
reeses pieces, reeses stix, snickers lickers
fudge pile, chocolate smile, peanut butter bile, sugary style
baby ruths, almond joys, soy bean sauce, creamy steam
ill give u a payday, mayday, hay tastes good with parfai
milkyways stay gay to play games with sunrays
icing splicing with knife dicing
makes cakes, cook steaks, rumcakes
****** sprinkles, rip van winkle, diddily dinkle
gummy worms, germs impregnate firm, permed urns
angel food, carrots, pineapple upsideways
fruits, ***** parachutes, scooters, jello shooters
goobers, corn on the cobbers,
veggie wedgies, pepper leppers, squash boxes,
fry foxes, fleet rocks', carrot tops',
dishes of fishes,
witches brew platypus and fat kush
pushy slushies riding skateboards on gary busy
fussy hussies getting blushy about cussies
cereal made of creoles, bread straight from dreads,
rice is nice with spice, yeast is beast,
last but not least, wheat is a treat,
kiwis, shmiwis, dodos on go phones, starfruits,
bartlejuice, grape drank, sushi stinks.
ill eat anything.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 4:50 AM UTC
All I can think to do at the table
is stare at the bright orange Reeses'
cups package and the Payday
bars illuminated by light
from the vending machine. I sit,
wondering whether they drip
inside their package. My arm drips
to my pocket. I bring money to the table,
ready to decide just what is it
that I want to buy. I prefer Reeses',
but it's been long since I've tasted the light
caramel and crunchy peanut of a Payday.
This decision would be easy if I had a Payday.
As it stands, my money is dripping.
If it's any indication of how light
my wallet is, I can barely bring one back to the table.
It's a tough decision. I've been craving Reeses'
for weeks. I haven't decided, but this is it.
I walk up to the machine. I'm done sitting,
It's a question of this or that. Payday?
Heads. I reach in my pocket. Tails, Reeses'.
I manage the quarter out. How could I know I'd rip
a dollar in the process? Back to the table
for damage control. The tear was light
enough not to be serious, just a slight
rip. It's easier to flip a coin while you sit
anyway. I toss it in the air and it lands on the table.
Heads. I smiled, my decision was made. Payday.
I walk back to the machine and drop
coins in, not making eye contact with the Reeses'.
As I get up, I feel terrible. I've betrayed the Reeses'
cups I've enjoyed since I was a child, the delight
that kept me going when there wasn't a drip
of tea left. I think I'll go downstairs to sit
and eat my new sugary master, the Payday.
This time I pass by, not return to, the table.
I look back, past the table, at the orange Reeses'
packages, then glance at my Payday. It's light,
I won't have to sit to eat it. Ashamed, my eyes drip.
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 7:39 PM UTC
Sticky, sweet Laughter
Ferris Wheels and fried Reeses
Welcome to the Fair
Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 12:14 PM UTC
Sprites fly through the living room
they glow green with magical dust sprinkles.
One lands on the end of my moms broom.
She blows it a kiss and it flys away.
Brownies climb the desk with little ropes
they sneak off with my reeses pieces
but they leave behind a bag of hopes
that I'll be a famous poetess someday.
Faerys are real, they just hide really good.
If you believe in them sometimes you get to see them.
If you go for walks in the woods
you might get to see faerys play.
Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 1:16 PM UTC
"Hm", the girl says in your bed.
Red wine and yummy chocolate - what a great mix
Moving and grooving to the beat of the music
Oh, la la.
A pleasant smell in the air, flowing, in and out into me
Colors of your blankets, subtle navy blue, velvet red (you might disagree)
Reeses, what a treat! Something devils would eat
Talking food, one of my pleasures, Ethopian - I want to eat!
Let me speak for Ravenswood, it treats me well and keeps
me toasty!
And Juanita's, Fiesta bag, crispy not too greasy
Crunchy in my mouth, mmm!
An offering of a chip with special sauce, thank you sir!'
Sauce man, confidence
He says he had heart problems
The consequences of the pleasures of food
"I need to end it but I don't know how to"
"It'll come to you"
Your roommate,
Sid
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 10:34 PM UTC
I'm glad we made the uniting
Life without it unexciting
I love you so much
Almost like a crutch
Chocolaty cup filled
With peanut buttery goodness
What a dream
But wait there's more
The first has a partner
Another sweet addition
You can have it
On one condition
Let's be like Reeses
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
You deserve reeses cups in the morning
and baseball adventure evenings.
You deserve light hearted conversations
and PDA.
Everyday.
You deserve honesty in every way,
and to be loved passionately.
You deserve to be reminded
how handsome and incredible you are.
Im sorry it took so long for me to see that.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
You showed up with a teddybear, Reeses, and a strawberry candle
Left without your hoodie and cologne
And this is only the beginning of my little collection of you
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 6:44 PM UTC
the way you snort when i make you laugh too hard
the way you look up at the stars and tell me how insignificant you are
the way you make me feel ****** and happy at the same time
the way you get sad when somebody says hi to you and you realize you didn't say hi back
the way you make me feel important when i'm not
the way you talk about something you love
the way you get scared, when thinking about whales
the way you hate yellow skittles
the way you love reeses christmas trees
the way you love target
the way you utilize the word "melancholy"
the way you hate jelly on a pb and j
the way you feel about death and the unknown
the way you observe art
the way you talk about your love for stories
the way you fell in love
the way you make me feel
-a list of the things i love about you
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 4:15 AM UTC
Look through the glass can you see me
Look through the book do you read me
Can't stop my flow it's revealing
Let's both break through our ceilings
Can't stop this symphony
(The opera clock started at 1)
Cant catch the melody
(who told you, that this was gunna be fun)
I want a killing spree
(the story they told was about true love)
Get this away from me
(the last scene is boring let's go do drugs)
With you and me there's something special
Note I didn't say it was good or bad
You and me need to see some professionals
Objectively speaking you drive me mad
Im shining gold, your aura is red and blue
I see you sidestepping my words you crab
Let's take a vacation I'll be right next to you
**** all your feelings, pack seperate bags
Taking tests to see who's the best
I'm lost in an ocean my arms need rest
Fall down and ill pound you in the ground
I'm hopeful today cause you wore a dress
Take two am I acting like you
My friends just all told me I'm playing the fool
Why the **** is the spotlight on me
I'm just in here crawling to try and get free
Kick open the trapdoor on the mainfloor
Phantom is here and he's scaring the crowd
I guess I get real loud when I'm angry
Don't you do the same
I got a million little pieces
Who helped pick a title to your thesis
I know you favorite candy's Reeses
Just tell me, do we even need this
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 1:59 AM UTC