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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Let Go

Let Go short poem

Hold as it slips away from your fragile hand, Catch as it flies away to a wonderland, Pause as it helps you move on, The only way of life to surrender beautifully, Yet be remembered, Let Go, Let Go off

Xulon

Xulon short poem

Small things were, Witness to genes- Of freak mutation. Tooth in eye, Becoming boat in blindness. Witch hazel, Fails to stop leakage. Thumb with beads of lymph – Stung high in stillness, Wants to peel off, The concept of injury.

Heart On Happy Place

Heart On Happy Place short poem

HEART ON HAPPY PLACE is your kiss on my lips The tender touch of your hand upon my face The way you hold me tight, every morning, Every night oh it’s like some kinda fairy tale Romance, love heaven sent

Flow River Verse, Over Sad Smiles…

Flow River Verse, Over Sad Smiles… prose poem

Let flow, the drops of love Over the meadows of John Donne’s verse Inside the crafts of Dewey’s penning And Milton’s insight On the ripple tranquility of Shelley’s words Bouncing of Browning’s beetles Shallow clattering of Shakespeare’s sonnets Through the

Contradiction Of The Fifth Of July

Contradiction Of The Fifth Of July short poem

Walking down Fifteenth Avenue trying to ease the cramped claws of plantar fasciitis out of my foot sun is juice-orange above the horizon keeping a constant shade creeping up the sky there is shredded paper in the gutters firecracker red

Emerald

Emerald prose poem

The wind on high blows and branches bow on the tallest of trees and together they lean in shades of the brightest greens, walk with me along the high heath and gather flowers that spray all around your knees as

Ambition

Ambition short poem

Since decades long ago, one wish unreached, Still haunts my soul with all tenacity; I know the Devil has my fences breached, And might have crept right through my sanity; The call of pride keeps dinning in my ears, Like

Topical Now…

Topical Now... short poem

Integrity of door was challenged, walls will not take the blame. Tension increased between believing and non-believing. Did we listen to moaning of night? There was a murder in broad day-light. Eyes will not betray the whisking of corpse, pallbearers

Fall

Fall short poem

Gone is the palace Emerald green More vibrant colours Steal the scene Brilliant hues Red and gold Herald a world Harsh and cold Winds of change Whisper through the halls The canopy breaks Flutters, falls Of Summer’s death Do not

Delight In A Day

Delight In A Day short poem

Delight in a day that’s been borrowed to you Your life, a dream it’s given to you, all in a day you say thank you. The children their laughter heart melting and true. A thought that’s been given to you,

Witches

Witches short poem

There’s fury in the sky With a full moon hanging low Something’s creeping slowly And the wind has no control The evil that lingers Is the evil that will seize Surrounded by the nothingness Escape is out of reach Witches

Forgetting

Forgetting short poem

What was about this face? Between mirage and actuality? A fireball was coming towards you. You upturn the underside, wanted to taste the blood and get argasm. The statues were posing nude. Mothers were clad in leaves. Fruits were the

Quite The Adjective

Quite The Adjective short poem

Welcome to the noun. It was quite the adjective. It was once renowned, almost like a narrative. But those filthy verbs… They took us with conjunctions. It would be superb, if there were no expunctions. Without an interjection, you may

Silent Pain

Silent Pain short poem

The days are cold Feelings are stoned The angers have rained The apologies have drained Tears are stuck in a clot Emotions have fought Mind tells me to fight But heart tells me to hide The wound is light But

Hypnosis

Hypnosis short poem

That intense pleasure at the height of negation haunts me from the sense of weightlessness. In praise of complaints I sacrifice my anger. Sanity demands an explanation for the grieved flowers who assembled for a wreath. The window will not

I Fear Not

I Fear Not short poem

As I leave this world, I worry not. I’ll simply move on to the next. I’ve been to many places will be to many more. What we see is not all there is. Realms upon realms there truly be. Existence

Subtle clause

Subtle clause short poem

You, whom I’ve never seen but always felt from so very near, who are you? the unseen- the unknown- in sync with my eyes you appear and disappear. When I am in pain you come again, and gently stroke my

Daddy – Yeoman Of My Life

Daddy   Yeoman Of My Life short poem

As I descended on this Earth, You were the first male face I knew after my birth. You nurtured me with your deep insights….. Though, I gave You troubled times and sleepless nights At times, when You straightened me, I

From Lids

From Lids short poem

a facsimile of torture candlelit in moony dark i want to unread the anointed death on this tip of an arrow, here it comes the hissed phrase wrenching the gut – for conceptual withdrawl, dawn of dark secrets without footprints

Music

Music short poem

Switch on The tape recorder Let the music begin… Do not touch The pause, Fast forward, Stop, Eject, Or, the Rewind buttons! Let the music Flow at its Usual pace! I do not Want to rush Into my future By

Now That You Are Born

Now That You Are Born short poem

Cacophony was child’s cry,it made me forlorn Symphony it is,now that you are born Trauma was my life,bruised my being Tranquil I am, showered in your eyes loving Bathed in your waft ,my stink is gone Rescued by your raft,now

The Chains That Bind

The Chains That Bind short poem

As a human race, we all wish for one simple thing: Freedom. The freedom to be, The freedom to love, The freedom to be heard. But, from this wish of freedom, we all become slaves. We are bound by the

In Love

In Love prose poem

I am in love With Silence As the Moon is in love With the Galaxy. A complete tranquility A complete happiness A perfect bliss. Sinking deepest deep in the Ocean of mind Where a Lotus is blooming With all her

Beauty

Beauty short poem

Beauty Careful as I got, paying heed to the sculpture With such finesse, and an eye of a vulture Every peculiarity went on to depict a story Incarnating legends, of the war that was gory Over the period beauty stood

Ancient Sins

Ancient Sins short poem

Drunk with pride the streets are bursting in self-indulgence. Who was calling the shots? Do you know the words between intermissions, carry a secret- till the brazen scoop finds the hidden meaning. It was grave very grave truice, unmaking love

The Last Sonnet

The Last Sonnet sonnet poems

If I’m leaving tomorrow For a journey of epic proportions, If uncertainty lies over my existence Would you say what I wanted to hear… And make it easier for me to go, Or would you just stand there, Mourn over

Black Moon

Black Moon short poem

He made me move on the rough edges to the abyss of ‘ I ’, persuasive, but strong for a thrilled journey, on the snow-clad relationship between disquieting follicles of wants. Completely alert, still drowning in fear of abstract river,

Were Alcohol To Be Available Only With Prescriptions…

Were Alcohol To Be Available Only With Prescriptions... short poem

Were alcohol to be available only with prescriptions, imagine what would happen to the alone & the broken hearted? Each moment of loneliness and every second of pain, would have to be accounted for, and measured in units of spirits.

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

What Has To Stay

What Has To Stay short poem

Like I want to erase the fear before I light a remote fire in the blue veins. Actually this was the crisis of self pride in manic depression seeking the anonymity of toes tracing the footpath. Becoming a paper-boat in

Chaste Tree

Chaste Tree short poem

A poem writes my name. I am trembling on paper like salt. Flowing like moon on the black wound. The lamb and the skull. I know the saint invented by masses. You need a fresh awakening. A vastness from nothing

Death: Fiction Or Reality

Death: Fiction Or Reality short poem

Is it fiction or reality? Called the end of life or is birth’s wife. Death, is a dreadful reality, But, why don’t we accept it wisely. For fiction, it is the easiest way to frighten, But about death, it does

The Poetry Machine

The Poetry Machine short poem

Once upon a day I encountered a machine capable of the most exquisite, subtle and profound expression of feeling, While its cogs and wheels turned coldly and mutely, with no heart, thought or feeling of their own. A sign on

A Wondering Soul

A Wondering Soul short poem

I searched for tranquility in more ways than one, but yet it is still hard to reach. My soul wonders from place to place without fear or stability. Once I thought I found a home near by the countryside with

Never Say It When Am Gone

Never Say It When Am Gone short poem

Is that fair? Waiting to say all that when am gone Is this how friends be? ‘’He was an intelligent person Full of wisdom only he was careless’’ You say. Why saying that when am gone? Why? Why? Why? You

Are You Illusion Or Reality?

Are You Illusion Or Reality? ballad

This heart keep a secret, secret that only this heart can keep, I dream an illusion, illusion that I cannot seek, I have taught my soul to not be fickle, fickle it always is, Not to know how to be

Beloved

Beloved ode

They say forget thy beloved, My heart knows not anyone else, Death separates body from breath, Men forsake their God for earthly pleasures, Clouds hide the morning sun, Darkness conceals evil deeds, But this heart, can’t breathe not without you,

Out of my layer

Out of my layer short poem

The feelings of despair Around our air, everywhere. Calling out for help, Comes a time for rain… The silver lining shines, And things begin to rhyme! Those clouds of despair, That worry in the air, Those greys in the hair.