Poems About: CANDY
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253.The peddler and the red scarf
In the sweepy narrow dusty road you sell candy
and I watch your beauty from afar.
I am scared of the street urchins.
My dear why don't you cover your face with a scarf. read more »nimal dunuhinga
254.All Hallows Evening
Halloween, it’s not for kids, it is communing with the dead,
It is not necessarily the Satan’s tool per se,
Because Satan has found daily when he can emerge, that being said,
Bite size candy, apples, and money maker for kids to dress up and play, read more »Joe Rosochacki
255.**Candy Coloured Crosses
She wore white humming, soothingly
the little bundle in her arms, another case found in a cot
a pained whimper, a soft cry, whose beginnings lay crumbling
a face that grimaced, a smile regardless, wrapped in soft cloth read more »Sylvi Sylva
256.The Sparkling Skull
The death mask's eyes sparkle
and a chill goes down my spine
but wait, before i lose my head
I'll tell you bout this friend of mine read more »RebozoAna Rosa
257.BROKEN HEART LOLLIPOP
Broken heart Lollipop
Got it at the candy shop
Broken heart Lollipop
How did we end up like this read more »Dave Correia
258.Scar of Scars
Scar of Scars.
Around the cut, some are smooth.
Moist and true.
Bereft of moss or beard. read more »Is It Poetry
259.Mellow Mood of Christmas
The mellow mood of Christmas
Soft music and thoughts of you
Thrill me through and through.
I relive childhood dreams filled read more »Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
260.A CHILDHOOD PLAY
I was struggling with my pant,
And a candy in my hand.
My mother ran behind,
As my father acted blind. read more »Abhishek Pandey
261.LIFE IS NOT ALL CANDY CANES AND BUTTERFLIESJamey Davidson
262.Eighteen Isn’t Long Enough To Live
I remember how we played on the playground
Giggling as we ate our big stash of candy in the fort.
I remember how we jumped off the big ferry boat
Thinking we were the worlds greatest divers read more »Connie Webb
263.Man And Bottle
Just an empty brandy bottle by the door
An empty bottle standing on the floor
Last week 'twas worth a carpenter's day's pay
But now it isn't worth taking away. read more »Francis Duggan
264.Lock the Door
Lock the door; the day's arrived-
What demons lurk here, just outside,
And little pumpkins, with their sacks;
You never know what might attack. read more »Patti Masterman