"tastiest" poems
The Frog was doing his thing
Hopping,
Croaking,
Splashing,
In to any water that he could see,
He happened upon
This Jigsaw of black and white
Morning sir, he croaked
The Cow looked down,
"MOOOOO"
Pardon I didn't quite get that,
"MOOOOVE"
Your on the tastiest grass
Below your webbed feet,
"Sorry sir,"
Didn't wish to stomp on your
Lunch with my feet,
So he hoped along, as Frogs do
Then turned around,
Hopped his best, speed built up
Leaping with all his might,
Over the Cow,
Then gracefully on to his feet,
"Cow turned"
Whhhat are you doing little thing,
As the Frog
Replied, I was seeing if I could
Jump over you
Why?
Would you do such a thing,
Well mum told me
A Cow jumped over the moon,
Yes we do
Replied Cow
Famously Are we for doing this,
Feat never seen.
"Frog replied"
Riibit, well I just jumped over you
So now I an the best jumper it seems,
Confused,
*Thinking,
Laughing,
Out loud with a MMOOooo
You aren't a better jumper than me,
We will see little Frog said
With that he did a
Bounce,
Hop,
Jumped,
Over the Cow once again it seemed,
Now it is your turn
As Cow looked on nervously
So he hooved his feet
1,
2,
3,
With that he tried
"FAILED"
Lost his balance,
And in to another's Cow pat
His face did meet.
Now the cow was not only
Black
&
White
But now he was
Covered,
&
Smelled,
Like poo, embarrassed
Was he
The Frog did laugh
Ribit, Ribit, Ribit,
Loud and clear,
Cow looked at frog,
Now Cow do you see,
Never believe what you hear,
Until you see it with your own eyes,
This is what my mother read to me,
And with that, Frog bounced off happily.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 7:19 AM UTC
Cradle my emotions in the gentlest of whispers
Lace my heart with sultriest of ribbons
Fill full my sail with the worthiest of winds
Engulf my being in the sweetest of notions
Colour me beautiful with the most vibrant of rainbows
Propel my universe into the farthest reaches
Soothe my aches with the most abundant love
Carry my vessel to the sandiest of beaches
Embed my thoughts within the fluffiest clouds
Let soar my dreams on the bravest of kites
Set my destination in the furthest horizons
Present me with life's buffet with the tastiest of bites
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC
I look with worried eyes, at social Vines, of flashing lights and a lack of rights.
Human compassion is lacking where it needs to be.
Hate feeds off of hate,
but if thats all it takes,
then **love should come so easily.**
Bashing in windows.
Spraying with mace.
Choking to death.
Eliminating race.
Classes are gone,
So classless mistakes,
are now made daily
at the hastiest rate.
We’re starving and hungry for the tastiest taste,
of what has become the most delicious
most suspicious,
vicious,
fishy,
repetitious,
superstitious,
vision named freedom.
It's naive to think we’re free when all that we see,
is a sea of beings not being one thing,
and that’s free.
When was the last time you felt it?
And we’ve been given a life long song and dance of "whoever smelt it dealt it".
So if you took the feeling of now and held it,
bottled it up and shelved it,
you would open up to find your mind in decline.
This moment was better
while laters behind.
Thats the path that we’re on
but we have control.
We’re not egos and clothes,
we’re people of souls
We're humans of thought
Not students of hate.
Evil got a head start,
but now truth is in the race.
And if truth is in your face,
and you choose to look away,
then get used to the abuse
and not confused at truce-less fates.
The pre action of action is thinking to act.
I'm thinking that actually we’re ready to snap.
They’ve bent us too far,
for us to go back.
The past is a place where patterns attack.
And people are put
no matter the facts.
Police are afoot
demanding the last,
of freedoms they take them,
and **** them with gas.
A historical scene on Kentucky blue grass
these colors don't bleed,
yet we see they fade fast.
We’ve exceed the need,
to keep things intact.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 1:42 AM UTC
“Cold snowflakes upon my arm
the winter shine peeking through a crack in the blinds
a breeze of ice engulfing the room through a window left ajar
a land covered in a shiny white blanket.”
Winter has come. Cue the thick padded coats and the parkas of every color of the rainbow! Behold the sleds and skis and the beautiful Siberian huskies who pull them. Await the closing of schools and the temperature drops, keeping people in and making children everywhere euphoric as ever. The time has come for skating upon rivers of ice, and joyous dinners in warm wooly sweaters as families gather around to indulge in the tastiest of food. Fireplaces shall again be lit in all households of old, and stockings hung up early in preparation for Christmas. Happy smiles all around, engaging in snowball fights and the building of snowmen.
Ah but winter is as winter does. As numbers reach the negatives, heaters are turned up to the warmest possible, insulating the beings in a home and using electricity. What about those without a home? Those who are confined to the streets of the city, waiting for the cold to eat their bodies up and leave them in a state of rigidity? They are left to waste. Left to succumb to the bitterness of winter, with no sustenance whatsoever or any form of water to soothe their burning throats. The cold will conceal them in a cover of white death, a prison of snow. And in the early mornings of every winter-filled day, a machine is sent out to collect the bodies of those who have been imprisoned by the winter. The one operating the machine weeps silent tears for these ice prisoners before bringing their poor souls elsewhere.
Winter is two-faced, and she is both beautiful and terrible as the morning and the night.
(lunarlullubies)
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 9:22 AM UTC
Jack and Jill were two mentally ill verbally armed cannibals
Doing there best to switch their diet to farm animals
They found this rough, like eating crackers with cotton mouth, this task proved to be little more than tough
They promised each other no more cadavers, but a month after this, they called each others bluff
Jack ended up addicted to crack, dope, and smack
Cause the supply of bodies was beginning to lack, spinning more off track
He began to look at Jill more like a tasty snack
Jill took the pharmaceutical cryptic approach
A pill could **** her flesh craving will and keep her from feeling like a post apocalyptic roach
She too was starting to drool and think of Jack like a snack bar,
and couldn't help but remember her first taste when she bit the arm of that high school track star
One night when Jack was asleep, Jill began to slowly creep
Into his room she crept as he slept stuck the knife in and drained the blood from his neck
Jack was gonna be her tastiest snack yet
Jill always seems to forget
Jack is always playing games and putting her to the test
She ends up paying, for Jack knew their growing hunger would soon cause a mess
Jack stepped out of the closet
Jill pulled back the covers to see she just killed her own niece
Jack said "Haven't you ever seen "Hannibal?". "If your gonna be a cannibal, you gotta be smarter than Clarice".
-J.A.M
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 2:32 PM UTC
My elephants body is
Yellow and black
He has a pumpkin orange head
Be careful when you hit his
White striped trunk
It'll knock you dead
He has flopped out ears
And glass tusks instead
And i fill him with only
The tastiest flowers
I myself have bred
My elephant is a bubbler
The hitters on the back of his dome
So when you hear that bubbling crue
You'll know
Theres an elephant in the room
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 11:25 AM UTC
I got to say something to u,
Actually many things, in ma mind they've made a queue,
But in words how shud I put it to u,
Anyways frst thing is tht babe u look the best in blue.
I want to be wid u always, dnt care of usin a glue.
Wid u my life will be the tastiest brew,
We'll together touch the unending sky blue.
I will face anything in the world if at my back supporting always are u.
Take me away babe, I feel ur world is a land full of wonder.
Only the warmth spreads there n theres no thunder.
Is there anything which could be used between us as a Bonder..?
Wen it comes to u my mind begins to ponder,
An untidy wood I am n u r my sander,
I need ur heart in here wid me wid no thought of plunder.
Heart beats faster wen I look into ur eyes,
Wen u r not there my heart silently cries,
Just a glass of love is what I need from u in this wrld of prejudice,
If ever u get a bruise, for u I would be like an Ice,
I am not a king or smthing but I promise to make ur world a paradise.
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
Sitting around the patchy tree stumps at Sagar’s Cafeteria,
Campus was not solitaria*.
Listening to songs saved on our tiny phones, decade ago,
We devoured the sound of silence and the fields of athenrye
Together.
We lit mary jane and made merry singing along to ***** Gun
in broad daylight without the purview of uni cam puns.
Who cared if it was just a five-minute break from Hemangadutta
Or Sheeba’s hungry call for relief,
we made it seem wakeable in the dewy morns.
Sagar’s had the tastiest samosa, chicken puff
and Tiger biscuits so cheap we could fudge it in the lassi whuff.
Days and months went by hovering around Sagar than classes.
We never saved pennies, we spent bills on choora
from our pocket monies for bura.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 1:38 AM UTC
He was the most tastiest , that she'd craved so much for
but was the most unhealthiest , dangerous amour..
Oct 8, 2021
Oct 8, 2021 at 12:54 AM UTC
Oh precious Hyacinth, in my eyes a jewel
In front of your radiance, my knees fell
You’re like a glistening pearl in a ****** shell
I am enamored by your enthralling spell
Listen everyone to Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth!
Oh King of Sparta, you bear the tastiest fruit
On the land he is the handsomest youth
This is for everyone a crystal clear truth
That’s why in my heart the arrows of Eros shoot
Listen everyone to Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth!
Oh precious Hyacinth, you have equaled the glamour of a god
Your face is fairer than any mortal lad
Your muscles are firmer than any man had
Because of such beauty, you make me feel glad
Listen everyone to Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth!
Oh King of Olympus, let me have this seductive mortal
For him my godly being turned carnal
The appeal of his flesh is oddly unusual
I want him to be mine for time eternal
Listen everyone to Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth!
Oh precious Hyacinth, under my wings you’ll never fall
Come to the West Wind’s most desperate call
To you I’ll reserve the prettiest room in my hall
The most romantic & blissful haven for all
Listen everyone to Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth!
Oh deities & humans, grant me this costly man
Boreas, Notus, Eurus, bring me this heavenly Spartan
Let our powerful Anemoi bequeath him from his clan
Turn him over to the Western Wind, his greatest fan!
Listen everyone to Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth!
-02/11/2015
(Dumarao)
*Hopelessly Immortal Collection
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 9:53 PM UTC
ima Docter Jedingaling
and i have news thats so great its
ok
the sun wont blow up to day
and aleins wont eat ourr brains
probably
actually
aleins would only want to eat mah brains
because im smarterer that everyone
and smarterer brains are the tastiest
and full of calcium
and protein
and nutricous fats
and carbs
and starches
and vitamins
and minerals
and potassium
and sodium
and prunes
and fiber
and brainy stuf
and thoughts
and uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
stuf that ur brain doesnt have
trust me ima docder
that might be eaten by aleins
but they wont
cause i ate my prunes to day
with mah PhD
cuz a used it like a spoon
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
you're a lovely twit, i see you there,
sat up high
day n night
in the twit
twoo tree.
Watching
years fly pass.
Hungrily devouring those
precious stolen morsels, you sigh,
longing for the tastiest dish
lost in the long grass.
You
are
tw oo.
Spanning wide, spreading high, strength from the roots, honest sap in the bark, all that you are
a beautiful, wonderous, lifesource
yet
evil lurks
amongst the whispering green.
Pretty owls who are pecking all the pie, when
eye cleansing rain reveals them, as painted little crows on haunches;
Greedy selfish birds, only feathering their own nests, trying before they buy.
So wait, you will, for the phoenix of your dreams. Soon. She'll emerge so bright
as the smoke becomes her, perhaps with a flame for you, to burn the grasses of her hiding place.
Jun 7, 2012
Jun 7, 2012 at 2:19 PM UTC
You are the Sun and the Moon to me,
The tallest tree,
The stars and the sea,
The highest mountain,
The whitest beach,
The deepest valley,
The sweetest dream,
The tastiest confection,
The finest wine,
My best friend.
So hot, you burn me, so airless and frigid, I freeze,
So high, you’re beyond my grasp,
Too far away to ever reach, so vast and deep, I’d drown if immersed,
Impossible to surmount alone,
There, blinded by the glare, dehydrated by the salty air, burnt by the brutal sun,
Where I’m forever in the shadows,
Which will forever be unreal,
Which rots my teeth and shocks my blood,
Which I can’t afford,
Who turned their back.
Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 6:13 PM UTC
I met an eccentric fisherman today
He was five foot five with a beard
Seven foot seven
As gant as the pole in his hands
And more bronze than my shower taps
He had a salty grin and six black teeth
'Ye fancy fish, interior boy?'
S sounds whisled
'Aye got one ere for ye then lad'
It floundered in my tender land hands
It's gills flapped open like window blinds
'Relinquish me boy'
'Wet my skin in the waters of home,
And I'll trade a desire for my freedom'
I gazed at the fisherman
He had disappeared
'Release this fish and I'll grant
The deepest wish for ye, small ant.
For my power is great'
I'm hungry, powerfish
I haven't eaten for days
Could you give me that?
'A simple wish, a gift most easily given
Drop me boy and you'll taste heaven'
It floundered
Water splashed my face as the fish
Swam away from the shore.
Where is my meal, oh powerfish?
'Fool hearted boy, simpleton left hungry
Never trust fish or else ye angry
Enjoy the hunger lad
I'm the tastiest fish you could have had!'
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 2:42 AM UTC
As infrequent as a night alone.
As subtle as a touch on the shoulder.
Love stands above all else as the goal of our lives.
To Love...
I know... that's cheese.
Yet, that seems like a consequential goal of life too.
Doesn't it?
We spend our lives in pursuit of love, and what do we come up with?
A boat load of cheese.
Not that cheese is a particularly bad thing,
Sure sometimes its smelly, or doesn't taste very pleasant,
Its funny how those cheeses are usually the ones most sought after,
Still, everyone has their preference as to which cheese was the best.
The most well-made, the tastiest.
No two cheeses are ever the same.
As is with love.
Some people wish to gather as much cheese as they can, becoming collectors,
Others are allergic,
some are even Turophobic.
But in the end...
What really matters?
The cheesiness of a pizza?
Or the mere fact that you ate it?
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC
My dad now owns a cafe on Saturn
It is called the goody two shoe inn and last night I came in to the goody two shoe inn to say hello to dad and he was working with his current earth life's brother robin Williams
And the cafe was totally crowded, dad made me a vanilla methane slice and a methane smoothie and it was the tastiest I have ever tasted
You see I saw Mohammed Ali
Walk in to buy a Saturn quality beer and I can tell you over the course of the night Mohammad
Really enjoyed it and then my brother walked in and said dad
Are you working here are you
And dad said yeah, I have to keep busy up here or I will get bored from all this space junk
And dad gave my brother a can of Saturn's finest beer and then after that he served David Campbell who is dads new father and dad gave him a nice methane smoothie and David said why can't you give this service to your earth body Betty
And dad said I am trying dad and suddenly turned into his earth life Betty and this woke David up and me well I was partying with David Bowie
And mate wasn't it the best party indeed and as he sang the song all the young dudes I remembered when Patrick played that song for me
And I went to the bar to buy 17
Methane smoothies for everyone here and dad said
Enjoy your night and I said I will
And went over to the dance floor to party and I was getting down to every song that David Bowie sang especially ground control to major Tom and after David Bowie left then slim dusty entered the stage with his first song Duncan
Here goes
I would love to have a beer with Brian
I would love to have a beer with
Brian
We drink in moderation
And never no never we get rolling drunk
We drink all over Saturn
Making Brian's father very proud
I would love to have a beer with Brian cause he is my mate
I would love to have a beer with David I would love to have a beer with him
I really would love to drink with
David Campbell
Cause drinking with him can make the future all so dim
We drink all over Saturn
As he checks on his daughters last life's last life that is grand
I would love to have a beer with
David cause he is a good mate
And then I went to the bar and asked dad for another methane smoothie and dad was knocking off so me and my brother and dad had a few drinks before they woke up
And I stayed at the club and had many more methane smoothies as I partied all over
An Aussie Saturday morning
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 12:37 AM UTC
Chocolate is real tasty.
In much candy it is found.
It's found in many desserts.
It's prized for its taste renowned.
Dark chocolate is healthy.
It's said to be medicine.
When it is found in milkshakes,
Many taste buds it does win.
When it comes to making fudge,
The tastiest it does make.
When you ask for chocolate,
Seldom is is it a mistake.
When you get your sweet a treat,
And it's St. Valentine's Day,
Chocolate is a safe choice.
Many words its taste will say
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 6:35 AM UTC
~
coffee kisses
'tween mister and misses,
sharing... life's tastiest wishes!
~
*post script.
my profile reveals a tiny secret
(: Steve
(: no... its not 10w Tuesday, but Sunday seemed so much more appropriate for this :)*
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC
She took me by the hand,
guided my fingers,
& my wanton-mouth
along the smooth contours
of her beautiful landscape.
I touched butterfly wings,
nipped high rosy cheeks,
tasted her full parted lips,
felt the cool rush of
her fragrant breath
& gently-bit
the slenderness
of her delicate neck.
She beckoned me
to move slowly onward,
toward her
twin heaving peaks,
where I learned
of more sensual-things.
She taught me about
the gentle twisting of granite,
slow-swirling-kissing,
& of the nibbling
of puffed sensitive-flesh.
It was exquisite.
Then she begged me
to quickly move southward,
over her rolling meadow,
upward & onto
her delicious-mound,
to use my yearning mouth
in fiery sensuous-ways.
There,
I fervently frolicked,
relished in
the tender petals
her pretty lady-flower,
gently spreading
her cascading beads
over magnificent
swollenness.
And when I caressed
her unfolding petals,
the most sensitive part,
she reached nirvana,
shuddered & spasmed,
released her rawness,
the tastiest of flow.
It was genuine intimacy.
Once,
only the Lord knew
how much I loved
my personal body guide
& know you too,
know the reasons why,
she is so lovely
& divine.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 6:03 AM UTC
Your small, fleshy, red fruit, hidden neath your flesh,
and the protuberance of your smooth pit, entice me
into submission.. And your flavor is the sweetest,
juiciest, tastiest fruit ever..
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
I remember seeing you
Not for the first time
Hopefully not the last
But with a “beep beep” you were already gone
Left little more than a cloudy statue
Where you used to be
I turned coughing and wheezing
Around your smoky expression
Only to see a series of foot prints
Not away from
Me
but certainly not towards me
While you've been gone
ALL I've heard from you
is of the numerous other ferocious beasts
you've been
running
from
Well i’m no Wile-E
but seems to me
From the start
There must not have been that strong of a tie
to begin with.
and although I do look it
I’m NOT a coyote
and since we’re here
From the start
you were not that tastiest of prey
in every sense of it
So be off with you
While I practice
Autocannibalism
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 4:29 AM UTC
The lion stepped out into the sun
And rubbed his side against a tree.
Surveying his exhibit at the animal park,
He said, "This is the life for me!
"Dinner is served on a regular basis;
I never have to hunt for my food.
I'm served the tastiest horsemeat and mutton.
I even eat rabbit when I'm in the mood.
"There's no fighting to defend my territory;
That to me is a huge relief.
My kickback style might surprise some
And go against popular belief.
"The lady lions share my feelings;
They like my pomp, my manner, my style.
At the same time, they can appear
A bit stand-offish once in a while.
"I can be lazy and sleep for hours,
Or if I choose, I'll romp and play.
And when I start to feel a bit frisky--
Well, THAT'S a topic for another day.
"My friends in the wild suffer from afflictions--
An illness, an infection from a small ****
If I catch a cold or need attention,
The humans are here to help in a flash.
"Visitors sometimes get on my nerves
As they stand and gawk and stare.
But when that happens, I can always
Ignore them or go off and hide in my lair.
"Or I can lie here and stare at the humans
And fantasize and imagine how great
It could be one day to find
A delicious human on my plate.
"I remain the king of the beasts;
The other animals still quake when I roar.
(Some of the non-differentiating types
Even tremble when I snore.)
"Ah, yes," (yawn) "I have it easy.
Although many would NOT agree.
As far as THIS lion is concerned,
My life is really the life for me."
- by Bob B
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 7:35 AM UTC
Chocolate is my best friend
I can't live without it
To me it's the tastiest thing in the world
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC