Deliciousness Poems

Deliciousness poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of deliciousness poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on deliciousness are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Take A Bite!

Take A Bite! short poem

Take a bite out of life Go on, sense it coming towards you Sniff its tantalising possibilities Then snap off a crisp, clean chunk Bite down on its crunchy sweetness Chomp it into smaller and smaller pieces That swirl around

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Lady On A Bicycle

Lady On A Bicycle short poem

He met her Lady on a bicycle She flashed her sweet smile Her lovely hair Flowing with the wind Surprised and captivated He managed only a half smile And she was gone Ringing bell dying in the distance Lady and

The Love We Had

The Love We Had short poem

Just by staring at her smile my world became sheer. For the power she had to embrace me just by residing in this little heart of mine. Our love was abundant for me , to be blissed. It made me

Kauravarti’s Curse- A Piece Of Life

Kauravartis Curse  A Piece Of Life short poem

A woman approached king Asoka post the Kalinga war and lamented -“you have taken away my husband, brother and son – what reason do i have now to live for” – this influenced him I am one of those not

Shakuntala: A Reflection!

Shakuntala: A Reflection! short poem

She has opened her eyes, to feel the beautiful smile in her mind! Recollecting that he had promised… She stepped out into the world, to feel the dew filled grass Filling her with untold Love and solace… Flowers had bloomed,

Truth And Mercy

Truth And Mercy short poem

She is within an ever-lasting atmosphere, She is beneath the never lasting core, She prays, searches, hopes and fights, To find this never lasting door, A door leading to peace and promise, She is running out of time, So why

Tonight

Tonight short poem

Tonight I’ll drink, I’ll drink tonight to the New Year, to the new “might”, to those who crushed my dreams and flight, to all my hopes that suffered blight. I raise the glass to the New Year, for the new

Flowering Development Through The Y Chromosome

Flowering Development Through The Y Chromosome long poem

I am a beautiful man though once I was an ugly boy worms split at the advance of my sneakers they knew what was coming I never shared chocolate turned sour to spite me this is no caterpillar and cocoon

August Snow

August Snow sonnet poems

How many days will it go, That I’ll wait to hear from you, In how many days will I show, How much love, I do… Its past midnight and I’m still awake, Dawn will break out soon, How long will

God’s Beautiful Creations

Gods  Beautiful Creations short poem

Winners take time to relish their work, knowing that scaling the mountain is what makes the view from the top so exhilarating. Valpaarai by Fountain Head As I rise And see the MIRACULOUS BEAUTY, Of the the beaming sun, Come

Setting The Ice On Fire

Setting The Ice On Fire short poem

Kisses of fire that leads to dirty white desire But that’s what happens every time Jupiter Comes crashing into Mars leaving a giant Mark on the heart, well and here we go again SETTING THE ICE ON FIRE… It’s so

Love And Malice

Love And Malice short poem

Love and malice are sides of a coin both feed equally to our mood. We praise the charm of our lover first for beauty then the qualities, in the name of understanding we weigh the obedience. Affections for young self

Throwing Stones At Philosophers

Throwing Stones At Philosophers long poem

Critical conscience is not an admittance of ambivalence, But a philosopher once said: “You threw a rock at my head Fred!” A road along a path is but a journey to nowhere, If your cart is broken by a donkey

Deep In The Blues

Deep In The Blues short poem

Amidst the ups and downs of life we are losing the core Surrendering to gravity you are falling till you are sore. With my eyes buried down to earth, I wish to see the sky. With my hands shackled together,

It’s Nothing But A Dream

Its Nothing But A Dream prose poem

They say.. a dream can keep you alive Out of the darkest night where all hope stops to fight… They say… a dream can keep you alive. Where tears never come to an end and all strengths begin to bend

The Refuge

The Refuge short poem

I see the colours shading the pretty smile in thoughts forlorn, The tears as bright as a diamond, but that shone aloof and alone. I hide the whimsical rays in the pocket of hope, But the hope that knows nowhere

Evening Musings of a Working Woman

Evening Musings of a Working Woman short poem

How many days did I take to pick this pen up!!! Meaning to write in solitude, for company – a coffee cup I sat intending to write something worthy and the machine gave a mild thud, reminding me of the

Grammar

Grammar short poem

Only the love-birds will know it was time of inquisition. There was a lot of prodding in the neighbourhood. A voice without sound was resenting with guilt-virginity and the bell tolls for a zero hour. The entrusted trust was still

A Life Of Chance

A Life Of Chance short poem

Watching as half my existence has passed And all that is left are memories, that on my brain have been cast The rest of my age will find strength in autumn and winter remembrance As I wander through the freshness

Hallucination

Hallucination long poem

It has been raining I stood on the window Looking at the rain drops Silently tip toeing at moments Restless pouring at times I looked at the clouds As if walking hand in hand Like lovers lost, like friends found

Daughter Delite Series: Exquisite Bonds

Daughter Delite Series: Exquisite Bonds short poem

A mother’s thoughts to her baby.. A look from your angelic naughty eyes, Enchanting, and bustling as blackberries, So innocent, real and without any guise, That it makes us anytime, so merry! You are so teeny, tender and delicate, Your

Anna

Anna long poem

Madness burns like a candle Blustery night haunted with Anna No clover or wild grass grows No laughter sighs in the wind Only the moan like a cemetery The sea wrestles with ghosts I have drowned in sorrow Sanity has

Jigsaw

Jigsaw long poem

Children laughing when at play, bright sun rising to greet the day Sweet cream added in my morning coffee, horses munching hay A rusty nut that just breaks free, an ancient majestic noble tree Wind at my back true point

Essence of Life

Essence of Life short poem

(Every adversity, every failure, every heartache carries with it the seed on an equal or greater benefit. Napoleon Hill) For him the moments in life appeared to standstill, everything seemed happy and went according to his will. There was beauty

Burden

Burden short poem

My childhood is certainly the replica of God Youthful days that I spent was a gift of God The days I spent as Adult was a ritual promulgated by God The days I am spending as an old man is

Anorexic Girl

Anorexic Girl short poem

Sometimes she whispers in my ear, a tapestry of pain and fear whose warp and weft weave haunted days and nightmare dreams through woeful sobs and blooded screams; till phantoms from a private hell enshroud me in a chilling spell.

Rumination

Rumination short poem

The time of youth maintained its presence , Never move and detaches the young to the old, The memories of spring clouding the vision of departing days, here the wine flowed, the cup filled to its brim, celebrate the old

Ever Lasting Memory

Ever Lasting Memory english poems

This day you left this world that day I am experiencing hell without you ever since like a Torn kite flying aimless like thick dark clouds hovering creating darkness in noon like Waves over the sea rising to the skies

Wife

Wife sonnet poems

sailing along these cumbersome waves with scorching rays upon our heads paddling against the winds of time so i will sing as bell the chime riding towards our yon of passion poesy to the cliffs and peaks of infinite glory

Bail Out

Bail Out ode

Bail out {this just came out of nowhere} Constantly comparing , obsessively reinstating their lies! their lies! their lies! Borrowed ideas,conformist actions. Reiterating,bent on playing the fool. Remember the times you use to fly? Who told you all the ideas

To A Trojan Horse

To A Trojan Horse long poem

Adieu the happy year, Run, run the Trojan horse Towards the servile marriage bed With all inglorious splendor. The deadly weeds of unhappy moments If ever entice you as dew fresh grass, If the supposed Helen with supposed charms Riding

A Parent’s Love

A Parents Love short poem

There is no pain, Like the pain you feel, When your child is in pain. The pain of: a broken arm, A broken heart, a wounded soul; Pain comes in many guises. You would gladly be in pain yourself, Or

Interpreter

Interpreter short poem

Interpreter, simply the translator machine in between two The only language air carry Those words flow from one Blow to another But sometimes The words waving in between vanishes its meaning Trust changes into rust Friends convert into fiend Life

Heralding God’s Magnificence

Heralding Gods Magnificence short poem

Lord, thank you for grace For you are with me always as I run my race Inspite of my nakedness, you shield me with your lace By faith, I can move mountains For you’ve made me an ace Christ is

Look to Behold

Look to Behold short poem

A look to behold A passion to fulfill A life to live An obligation to creed love, loss and the futility of it all… Buckle up still, while you can meandering valley of sorrowful loath sunrise of purpose and lost

Endless

Endless short poem

No matter how many nails you put in my coffin, You can’t stop my soul from wandering, I will always stay close to you, To protect you, to care for you, You might tame your thoughts, your feelings, But my

Away From Home

Away From Home short poem

A frame lifts the skirt of a portrait and throws her genitalia on your face. A twin blast has taken place. Why did you stand for eclecticism? The fables will miss you and blue horse will not return home. The

Butterflies

Butterflies short poem

They fill my stomach, block its sky lIke reams of paper hasserai acid shades of autumn leaves sent aloft without a breeze they cloud my brain they rain, un-rain and rain again. and stall each lane of acumen thrashing, crashing,

What He Is? (part 2)

What He Is? (part 2) short poem

He is the unreadable art of my poem… He is mine cold air in this hot summer… His voice is my favourite… Without hearing him i am deaf… Without seen him i am blind… He always try to make me

Succession

Succession short poem

Under the shade he spoke vehemently and coherently, He was cautious to please them and they weren’t late to applause, Thousands and thousands flocked and the weather not favourite, They weren’t under shade and drops of rain landed on them,