JOE POEWHIT

Veteran Poet - 1,161 Points (Scratches on the page, making noise. / New York City)

One Cookie - Poem by JOE POEWHIT

High above a gentle treat.
Maybe when they both sleep.
I'll find a way to sneak.
MOM'S KITCHEN, another peak.
High above a morsel odor.
Me below, just like Dover.
Now's my chance so sublime.
Left alone, a minute all mine.
Chair with looks, mighty far.
A cookie from the Holy jar.
Still warm from the bake.
HANDS FULL, CRIME OF THE TAKE.

Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle

Form: Blank Verse


Comments about One Cookie by JOE POEWHIT

  • Birgitta Abimbola Heikka (1/31/2016 10:18:00 AM)


    Lovely and funny. I can picture the little boy reaching out for the cookie jar. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 31, 2016



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