Poems About: CHOCOLATE

In this page, poems on / about “chocolate” are listed.

  • 325.
    Hot Chocolate

    Sitting in the coffeeshop
    Looking for my friend
    People lining up
    Awaiting warm service on a cold day read more »

    Ray Andrews
  • 326.
    My Chocolate Milk

    Note:
    'Chocolate Milk' is a nickname

    I love when you call me hun read more »

    Eudora M.A.S.S.A.
  • 327.
    A utopia

    A FANTASY LAND

    Yesterday, I saw a dream,
    The world I saw was made of cream. read more »

    gautam sharma
  • 328.
    Lovers Day

    Once again, Valentines Day, is almost
    here! It's called lovers day, where you
    give something special, to that certain
    person, you hold, so dear! Many send read more »

    Audrey Heller
  • 329.
    Weekend away

    Its Vacation time.
    A time for a break.
    To look back on what happened.
    And remember to thank. read more »

    Silence Dogood
  • 330.
    I will never cry over a boy

    I won't cry over you
    When you stand me up
    to play silly games
    with your silly friends. read more »

    Frances May
  • 331.
    Chocolates And Flowers

    I can't see,
    And I can barley breathe,
    Your sufficating me.
    I can feel your breath, read more »

    Dead Ducky
  • 332.
    I Hate Fudge

    I Hate Fudge
    by Ted L Glines

    Chocolate fudge makes me cringe read more »

    Ted L Glines
  • 333.
    The Fairy Tree

    Up on this tree I have my heart beating,
    The birds are around fully singing;
    A stolen object expressed its presence
    From out of the leaves and branches with brilliance. read more »

    Naveed Akram
  • 334.
    (080) Easter Bunny Thief

    I have flat feet and a puffy tail
    my name is bun bun, I'm a little frail.
    I ate my carrots but that's not enough,
    I need some really good sweet stuff. read more »

    Melvina Germain
  • 335.
    Easter Is Here

    Easter is here lent is over. I wounder if my love will transfer over
    Will my love come in the form of chocolate, jelly beans or an egg
    Will it be soft delicate and delicious of hard sealed and hidden
    Will she have to break in just to get a glimpse read more »

    James Davis
  • 336.
    Losing a friend

    This can’t be the end it can’t be through
    I loved you like a sister and now I’m feeling blue
    Did this all stop when we realised we were too old for games
    Or did it stop when we realised we were already tamed read more »

    Allesia Joyce Bridle
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