Poems About: CHOCOLATE
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
Chocolate is my downfall
It beckons me so slyly
It sits upon my highest shelf
and whispers oh so shyly read more »B. V. Dahlen
338.What are the twenty most beautiful things in the world?
A young woman who is trim, yet virtuous.
The eye of a duck that’s looking at you.
Still water beside a beach
Roses that haven’t begun to open. read more »Charlotte Ballard
Chocolate- I am smitten
You are there for me
When no one cares
Or no one dares read more »Ray Andrews
340.** My Neighbor, Less Than Two **
Like a miniature clown across the street
You can't help but love him-he's awfully sweet
It's hard to fault him, he's less than two
Full of chuckles and devilment, his name's Andrew read more »Ray Andrews
341.One Little Word is Thanks...!
A lively, lovely kindergarten class was in progress
When the teacher asked the little ones a question.
Now tell me dear little ones....
How would you react if Santa suddenly came now and gave you all a box of chocolates. read more »Samuel Rufus
342.On Valentine's Day
Some chocolates on Valentine,
and later on, a bit of wine.
A bunch of rare exotic flowers
to brighten up the evening hours. read more »Herbert Nehrlich
343.Poemhunter, Dropp in on Your Software, Fix the Bug!
Because my mother used to shout
“Dropp Dead! ” at us when she got mad
And I don’t want to make light of that pain, read more »Max Reif
344.Writing A Valentine Comp Poem
Many years ago, I wrote a Valentine poem (the year was 1992)
for a competition on the local radio.
The first one I wrote seemed to me OK,
and then my wife told me that it was too long. read more »David Harris
345.No one should be alone on Valentines Day
A letter drops the flap shuts
Rip it open to check the remark
Can't take it it's driving me nuts
With love from a question mark read more »David Darbyshire
the problem with us is that when we open the computer and begin
to read poetry we cannot stop, we do not know when and where to stop
we get carried away like a paper boat on the river and we do not know
where we shall be taken read more »RIC S. BASTASA
347.something_hells the Rock and Roll Mothercutters
I have a barber in Kingsley Course
Where Ageing Rockers Go
By Sweeny Tod he was trained
To cut hair as white as snow read more »JAMES ROBERTS
My body and soul on fire read more »Danielle Beechum