Violet Winters

Rookie - 71 Points (September 13 / Baltimore, MD)

In A Cupcake's Shoes - Poem by Violet Winters

Cupcakes are meant
to be savored.
Devoured.
Loved and
deflowered.
They're not meant
to be chewed,
turned-on-your-tongue,
used,
just for the flavor;
I say,
they are meant
to be savored.
They should find their way
into your guts.
And,
with any luck,
you fell in love,
when you swallowed
those crumbs.
It's a pity
a confection
should wind up
in a garbage can,
on account of
your gluttonous guilt.
But I know how you love
your deprived, righteous will.
I'm hurt you wouldn't eat me
for fear someone sees.
Or someone finds out
you indulged
in me.
You'd rather I wind up
-anonymous-
with the rest of
your lunchtime trash.
I'm not angry,
you can't be,
in the bottom
of a barrel.
When you're made up
for ingestion
You're disposed of
or digested.
I suppose
given the two,
I'm happy to have avoided
the intestines.


Comments about In A Cupcake's Shoes by Violet Winters

  • Gold Star - 8,667 Points Bri Edwards (7/7/2014 2:31:00 PM)

    i just couldn't pass up reading this poem. but, surprise! i now see that it sounds VERY familiar AND i left a comment just months ago! :) bri (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 9,410 Points Mr. Nobody (3/18/2014 8:54:00 AM)

    Dang, I have sweat on the brow!

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  • Gold Star - 8,667 Points Bri Edwards (3/16/2014 11:25:00 PM)

    -annonymous- kick out one of the ns. ;)

    i would suggest this could use a little editing, but at least it has cupcakes in it, even if they sometimes end up in the trash.

    I'm hurt you wouldn't eat me
    for fear someone sees.................nice!

    a 'squeamish' cupcake? ? .........I suppose
    given the two,
    I'm happy to have avoided
    the intestines. ............................................thanks for sharing. bri :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 3, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, March 17, 2014


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