Ice-cream Poems

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

Ice Cream

Ice Cream ode

Sunday, the ‘Holy Day’, declared by the ‘Old Testament’ After the hard work of the universal creation, for six days, Continuously from Monday to Saturday, fulfilling everything, From a ray of light, sea, sky, earth and all living and nonliving

Poems containing references to : Ice-cream

Pilgrims

Pilgrims long poem

We found the kid outside of McCleary walking in a daysuit like some land owner off some nineteenth-century hacienda he got in the car stinking of moss and unwashed armpits there were at least two kinds of fluff in his

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My Happiness Is My Confidant

My Happiness Is My Confidant short poem

I found this “Happiness” A bit, a while ago My mornings became brighter And nights more poetic Though my past days were happy There was something missing I dig deeper to know me But in vain it went for years

Postcards From An Imaginary Friend

Postcards From An Imaginary Friend short poem

Are you the one the moon cries to when it sleeps in the darkness, Waiting to become full again? Are you the one whose light heals its crescent sadness? But never revealing your name. Are you the one dreams seek

Deities

Deities short poem

What is it that we worship? Is it knowledge that we seek, and pray to the ones who know? Or is it just the name, a face that has to it some fame, bestowed upon by us? So are we

Skin Deep

Skin Deep prose poem

Did you hear the one about the girls who went to get the Chinese ideogram for ‘friendship’ tattooed on their arms and instead came away with the ideogram ‘unclean?’ There is an inherent danger in having your body indelibly embossed

This Is Why I Hate You

This Is Why I Hate You prose poem

You make such lame excuses because you want what amuses hanging out with friends praising on what they find you promise to start life from a new page but like seasons it changes promises from your mouth continuously flow but

Dot

Dot sonnet poems

Dot maketh a man blind, beware of the outcome ’tis a drought, fandangle dingus maketh a relationship, acerbic as rum ’tis not an espousal, ’tis a fungus Humans , worshipers of everything Gods, demons or a fane find occurrences to

Carvings On Oak

Carvings On Oak long poem

Trumpets of honor, 21 Guns on her behalf She walks down the tarmac, an unbroken calf; Stars on her bosom, Wings on her shoulder Bearing a crest of memories, along with insignia of her mother She struts with inhuman pride,

Yuletide Pageant Merry Go Round

Yuletide Pageant Merry Go Round ode

Panoply of mystical elements o’ breath aired per millennia times two resonated veritable pantheon of superstitions fired imagination as catalyst viz homo sapiens fore head tugging simian beard whence bygone agents provocateurs fueled tens of previous generations bred Manichaeism credo,

Be Warned

Be Warned short poem

Mind your language Hold your tongue—-don’t let it wag Put it between. Words can be treacherous Be mindful enough to check their undaunted flow They might submerge you. Avoid speech Seal your lips Rise a wall Reality is risky Secure

Virulence

Virulence short poem

scape without a name scepter of a colossus merge in a yellow boom between hunch and a knife, to keep shut the glassy lips from red stares a secret of an anonym scripting sunset the stacked neurotransmission of millions of

If Only

If Only short poem

If only you knew I want you close to me Hold my hand touch my heart Look in my eyes then you see Pull me closer Kiss me softly Maybe you will see What I can’t say in words The

Beauty In Imperfection

Beauty In Imperfection short poem

The hidden beauty of mistakes made truly in seeing past the scars and pain of cruelty of outside standards that dictate looks & manners. Lawless questions from lawless masters, it’s a lesson which imperfection shapes character moulding beauty into one

What Is Poetry

What Is Poetry prose poem

What is poetry I must ask, writing poetry can be quite a task. Still I struggle and continue to write Hmmm, for my delight, or is it from insight? Although I get frustrated, very agitated, can’t bring myself to hate

The voice of hope

The voice of hope short poem

He slept and dreamt of her again Her sweet encouraging voice But whose was it, so familiar? Her words always gave him hope A reason to live as if he was destined to do something great. Soon his life became

Self Sacrifice

Self Sacrifice short poem

The most difficult job is self sacrifice Which soldiers always dare to portray Their patriotism help to suffice Enlightened in them like a ray They strive and struggle relentlessly They never opt to relax and stay They do not have

Pain From Within

Pain From Within short poem

Suicide, suicide Why o why You’re always here lingering in the air on my mind, on my soul, I feel like I’m supposed to go I can’t see a future for me maybe because suicide is taking over me I

A Child’s Eye

A Childs Eye long poem

Imagine a world of love and laughter; of fun filled days and freedom till after the tea time call or the playtime bell, get back into line or you’ll catch some hell. Imagine a world of wonder and jest; of

Stay With Me

Stay With Me short poem

Say you will stay , it matters only if you say you’ll stay for I can’t say goodbye again , when this is the end, oh I wish you will say you won’t go ever again . Like the thrust

When Will You Say…

When Will You Say... short poem

Standing by my window, I subconsciously watch the sky, for hours. Thinking about you, I fantasize more and more, with no cowers. I recollect, almost all the talks shared, till now. Your smiling face, your sweet voice always in my

Let Me Go Into Snow

Let Me Go Into Snow short poem

Audacity to live with your demons, putting up a fake love belief, who was the time, of that dark night? Distinctly alive to what I was not just putting up the shades of death into nothingness of peace in war.

Love Is

Love Is prose poem

Love is super, love is supreme, love is an ever flowing captivating stream. Love is forgiving, love is so kind, love can be sweeter than the finest of wines. True love will stand the test of time. Love is Divine.

The Road Taken

The Road Taken short poem

(with apologises to Frost) Maybe the road was long, and perhaps the road was wrong; but did it make you strong, and will you write it a song? Maybe the journey was hard, perhaps your soul is scarred; long as

Interface with Bliss

Interface with Bliss short poem

Serenity all but manifest in boundless sort of freeze Swinging of feral boughs with gusts of wild breeze Leaves chafing indolently imbuing calming kind feel Upsurge of distant clouds permeating a wet appeal Moment as if standing still with sublimity

Rags And Riches

Rags And Riches short poem

Deep blue, almost black, sadness. Being, my ache of existence. Eyes, no body in focus. A grey cloud rowing the moon amidst red stars. Bronzed tongue digs the spirit out of flesh behind the shadows. Alone me in unlived house

True Love Never Fails

True Love Never Fails short poem

Her splendid eyes and vague murmur, whirl in my mind and thrill my heart’s core. The naughty smile emanates from her face makes me feel, a stringless kite on space. Her bosom heaving like ocean in full moon, makes me

Who Was Me?

Who Was Me? short poem

A misbelief breaks into rags. Still I dream of some gods on black pages piecing together the words of light. The rains come in the cage of tears, voicelessly. Striated muscles of splintered faith go to cramps birthing the avatar

Chess

Chess short poem

The money and the power, like hand in glove, ruling the world from ivory towers, above. Like pawns on a chessboard we follow commands, coolly manipulated by cold corporate minds. They reap the harvest that they bought with our souls,

Natasha

Natasha long poem

She descends from en-suite and the balcony-shops, sways down the stairway, leather-mini concealing, sometimes revealing, lace stocking-tops; carries her bruises where nobody sees. In the hub of the foyer the faces are probing, sharp as the glare of the night-patrol’s

The Ballad Of The Frightened Eagle

The Ballad Of The Frightened Eagle ballad

You’ll often see them running and chasing across the plains, a rabbit skipping and laughing at an eagle, in great pains. But why’s the eagle running, surely he can fly? Sadly he’s afraid of heights and frightened he may die.

A Bestfriend

A Bestfriend short poem

She’s like a pearl under the sea That is hard to get A fruit above a tree That only bird can reach I met a lot of people along the way Still, I’m alone at the end of the day

Glassy-eyed Dreams

Glassy eyed Dreams ballad

I used to be a belligerent drunk I drank each day that I woke. I would spend all my cash on a five minute dash And a packet of Marlboro to smoke. My friends said I’d die alcoholic I laughed

Broken Heart

Broken Heart long poem

Heart broken My heart was taken by you broken by you and now it is in pieces because of you Love is like falling down in the end I’m the one left hurt You’re the one who broke my heart…

Over Across

Over Across short poem

don’t go there don’t speak to that man, come back return. today you are like sea waves, lashing on the beach, today your heart is full of sand……….. afternoon’s red sun, a word……….au revoir…… it comes to mind night’s silence,

The Mystery Of Love

The Mystery Of Love short poem

When I think of you Lord I am happy you are there always following the path that I travel…and your hand is a guiding light that helps in the life journey. There is strength in prayers there is strength in

Better Man

Better Man short poem

Lord if I died today I’d be a better man for knowing You You gave my life dignity, purpose and wisdom too Exposed all my weakness to myself forgiving like no other My Father, oh my Lord, beside me always

Unrequited Love

Unrequited Love short poem

I want to lean back on you With your arms around my neck The soft kisses and the sweet peck. O for the love of my Angel! I want to be with you. I want to hold your hand, In

An Open Letter To My Celestial Lover

An Open Letter To My Celestial Lover ballad

If I If I ventured in the slipstream Between the viaducts of your dream. I’m sorry. It was the only place I ever wanted to be. From the fresh breeze of a first love to a sonic jolt of oneness.