Yummy Poems

Yummy poems bring the best collection of short and long yummy poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great yummy rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these yummy poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on yummy are here for you.

You Are My Highness

You Are My Highness prose poem

When you stretch your body with wind those moments I feel thrilling and zestful a serene and tranquil heaven for me and for your thirsty lovers it is restful Sharing your smile with galaxy of stars you are so delectable

My Lovely Dream

My Lovely Dream short poem

Yesterday I saw a dream, That I was in the factory of chocolate and cream, I saw a number of donut shapes, And the wonderful music that I can’t tape, There were so many colourful lollipops, But the fountain of

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India And I

India And I long poem

I come from a country called India The women here are known for the Bindiya Here there’s lot do with name Khan And the yummy banarasi Paan the land of Bollywood where rice is the staple food Ever increasing rate

Simple Pleasures

Simple Pleasures short poem

Cuddled under a warm, toasty quilt, Chewing on a bag of gummy bears with no guilt. Making the perfect mud cake, Watching the sunlight glisten off a lake. Letting myself go insane, To fight all things mundane. Cooking a delightful

Naughty But Nice

Naughty But Nice short poem

Cake and custard, Bread and jam and mustard. Yum yum yum, Filling up my tum. Nice chocolate muffin, Big balls of stuffing. Yummy yummy yummy, My round tummy. Bourbon biscuits and custard creams, Sweet jam donuts bursting at the seams.

Delicious Treat

Delicious Treat short poem

Mommy Mommy, can you bake a cake today ? I’ll be quiet , I’ll stay in my room and play. Mommy Mommy, I can hardly wait To taste a yummy slice upon my plate. Mommy Mommy, is it done yet?

Forbidden Fruit

Forbidden Fruit long poem

Well you are my FORBIDDEN FRUIT And you’re just so damn juicy and Sweet, I can just eat you up and Never get enough, you might have Your secrets from me and from He but I don’t care, I need

Midnight Fantasy

Midnight Fantasy short poem

This night oh what a bright night! the late night seems like a fantasy so beautiful the fire flies are so big the moon seems it’s almost as if the fire’s light is dancing as I lie in my tent

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Blue Blood Moutain

Blue Blood Moutain prose poem

The warning had been written centuries before Hearts had not listened nor the story fully heeded. since members of my family decided from one generation to the next passed this vision. Yellow streams of blood red lighting flew down like

Trying To Hide A Fire In The Dark

Trying To Hide A Fire In The Dark short poem

Well and what is it I see in your eyes… Is it love or is it desire… What is it that keeps us from giving? Into the fire, is it the fear of getting? What you want then not wanting

Clever Boy

Clever Boy long poem

Yippeeee it’s time to go for a walk, I was beginning to think my person forgot, It seems like a week since she last took me out, I hope she will let me run all about. Ooooh I might see

When Will It Begins To Liquefy ?

When Will It Begins To Liquefy ? short poem

The sun with its Fingers of ray Caressing and dubbing Thawed the ice, Which a brook, Soon bubbled Forward to advance! When will my Lovelorn and The frost of loneliness Congealed soul Begins to liquefy In a way Description that

Fountain Of Happiness

Fountain Of Happiness long poem

Poem Dedicated To My Father Late Moinuddin Hasan–An Ideal Teacher- BEFORE TEACHERS’ DAY Moinuddin was his name,eloquent, which means— One who is an aide to faith and for that weens He lost his father when only six months and mother,

Afeared Rose

Afeared Rose short poem

He gave me a rose today, It was not any Rose day, But for his brutish words last night, I know he is sorry so I smiled. He gave me a rose today, It was not our anniversary day, But

Eden’s Plumage

Edens Plumage short poem

Was it her plumage, her tail or even her eggs- that got him standing in line waiting to carve? Even Eden couldn’t crumble this fast into dregs- yet there he was tearing through her with such verve! Little did she

LOC

LOC short poem

The shells have not spared the lush slopes. There will be no flora left till dusk. The rocks have blocked the path behind. Chimney-climb not possible. The river-side is being bombed incessantly! A few bullets last in my pockets. And

Terrestrial Sphere

Terrestrial Sphere ode

Surrender To gravity Levitate and ascend To the sun All to drop From dead last To none Demons cast out Far, far, far from here Light-years away From this Terrestrial sphere Intergalactic war zone Asteroids and shooting stars Little green

Seven Roads

Seven Roads prose poem

Ashburn paths where purple fighters slay The hemispheres match like hands folded All analogies bring you to me We run like wild nightmares We kiss like dark art on a lost street Now we must look at one another We

Riddles

Riddles short poem

What is timelessness but the kindness from gods’ eyes wrapping the world at sunset’s time? And eternity, doesn’t it stay hung from of each day’s last moment balance’s pan? Is not perpetuity smiling disguised in the bridal body of the

Autumn

Autumn short poem

The red, orange, yellow and gold Flamboyant falling leaves Stirs the autumn in my heart Compelling me to believe To love life’s every color with same vigor Why winter seems so long Fall so short Couldn’t it be longer My

Love You Dad

Love You Dad short poem

You gave me everything you had, Oh, I love you so much dad! You were always there for me, When times were bad- Oh, thank you so much dad! You helped me overcome my fear, When the situation was difficult

The Warrior

The Warrior short poem

Sometimes we picturize everything so clearly So vividly imagined, that if things went way afar from what we pictured we lose touch with reality We believe that everything is going the way we pictured We believe it even if it

Curtains

Curtains short poem

If you visit me I will serve coffee and while you drink I will hang you over my window If I can see the sea roll behind your belly its foam washing up between your ears, I know you will

Butterfly

Butterfly prose poem

she pulled the heart from her pocket she looked at the hunk of red muscle she bit into it, it tasted sweet she felt the blood drip down her chin she realized she would always be a part of her

Always

Always short poem

Elders thought that they already knew Things in life they’ve been through They thought they are always right That’s why we are always in their sight Sometimes it’s hard to complain Things in our eyes that are not vain, Misunderstanding

My World

My World short poem

The path I once tread, seems parched, My favorite trees look bare, bereft of dense skin, The flowers on the trees, now just a colorless papery illusion, And the sky a blazing ugly yellow screen. What happened to my world,

Why Little Girl Screams – Manchester Bomb Blast

Why Little Girl Screams   Manchester Bomb Blast prose poem

An innocent small girl is crying on the roadside her face seems very candid and expressions look naïve, but nobody knows the cause of her sadness and and no one can ever feel the hidden wounds inside her heart Why

A Place To Go

A Place To Go prose poem

Look at your open palms, Observe the crooked lines. They decide your journey, And your final destiny. Just close your weary eyes, Allow me to take you away. Imagination is liberating, For the ensnared spirit. Feel the tension seep out,

Unknowing You

Unknowing You short poem

Knowing you was not difficult; Coming closer to your heart Was tough, but overcoming My nervousness made it easy Just like a deep breath To calm a tempest within. Unknowing you is impossible; More so when you are around, Resisting

Ditched Love

Ditched Love long poem

She was madly in Love with me so was I in Love with her We were couple made for each other A whirl wind of gossip swept away our bonded love A simple misunderstanding wreck havoc in our life She

The Beauty Fades When I Am Not A Keats

The Beauty Fades When I Am Not A Keats short poem

The bygone art, a dead shrine; Thou not dead, thou live… shall live By art of carve that plays on and will it play Forever, timeless, in century’s lap The beauty, thou struck me a year back: So calm, so

Anchorage

Anchorage short poem

I do not want to take you, either the road ahead, or lovely gyrations on low stage of voicelessness. The swoop of eagle on a little bundle, of chromatic fever: was it unbirdy? The tree of death grows taller than

Sound Of Music

Sound Of Music short poem

The music em enacted from that shining round stick called the flute, far from a distant shore , mesmerised me to travel to the place in per suit What a paradise was it to get attracted towards the dusty eyes

The Try Angle

The Try Angle short poem

How can I Hope to fly If I’m shy ‘Bout The Try? “Do or die” Choose to try Lose will I Without The Try. And if I Buy the lie “Pointless to try” Dreams will fly Out of sight. Far

A Weeding Hoe Carpe Diem

A Weeding Hoe Carpe Diem prose poem

Fetch your hoe and I will, my own Without delay, to the field let us go. Of water and food, here is the basket Not on the patches ahead can we sit But on what we cleared shall we rest

Velvetine Velour

Velvetine Velour prose poem

Well I fancy her, I fancy you, fancy that and it sure feels good, the way you touch my face, the way you kiss my lips and your body close to mine, candle light and fire light intensifying the mood,

From This End

From This End long poem

You see me you look at me you ignore me you talk about me you whisper. You put me under observation, you test me, study me, tag me, test me again- name me unname me banish me strip me tired

Midnight Still

Midnight Still short poem

Under the whisper of lunar night, draws this captive heart to your light. Of you, one day to have and to hold, May my love be blessed, as bold As I walk amid meadows frosted glaze, grasses faint breath moistens

Depression

Depression short poem

As I sit here in depression I am sorry that I did not create a strong impression Nor did I do the preparation And came under oppression I think about life My lies How miserable I feel I think I

My Make-up Bag….esp For The Ladies

My Make up Bag....esp For The Ladies short poem

I’ll start with some foundation for this provides my base, It helps hide any blemish that I find upon my face, It smooths out any wrinkles, it softens up my skin, I need to match the shade I need before