Love Poems About Sugared or Sugared Love Poems
by Emile Pinet |
Categories: baby, beautiful, love, sweet,

Ever So Sweet

My scrumptious baby girl's half-awake, half asleep. And her toffee yawns are sweet as caramel cream. Her cotton candy cheeks glow like pink marshmallows. And dark chocolate curls adorn her pretty head. She sports blueberry eyes and red licorice lips. And her creamy face hosts a million-dollar smile. A confectionery treat, she is delicious. And gives sugared kisses that taste ever so sweet. (Verse) 7/24/2015

by Brian Strand |
Categories: childhood, funny, nostalgia, chocolate, , sweet love,


Nose pressed flat upto the glass,
Pockets tinkling full of brass;
Oblong jars,row on row
Candy -filled,to over flow.

Mintoes,chews and Pontefract cakes,
Limes and milk chocolate flakes;
Jelly beans and sweet love-hearts,
A few of each ,just to start.

Toffee whirls and butterscotch,
Long liquorice laces,all top-notch;
Aniseed balls,French bonbons,
Available now without coupons.

Sugared almonds and white mice,
Vanilla fudge,a penny a slice!
Just for starters a chocolate ice,
As it's going at half-price.

Barley sugar and a sherbert straw,
The shop bell tinkles as I close the door;
Is that th time! I'll have to skate,
Back into school,I can't be late.

by Jessamyn Duckwall |
Categories: beautiful, color, fruit, green, happiness, tribute,

Ode to Honeydew

Honeydew melon is decidedly feminine--
Venus, the moon, a ripe pregnant belly
at peace on my kitchen counter
emitting the distant scent of summer

Even the sound of her name brings to mind
delicate Shakespearean lady-creatures:
lady-sprite Honeydew flitting about
in forests adorned with soft petal pink,
sweet viridians

On my wooden cutting board, I halve
my luscious green girl, open wide that simple kissymouth.
Her sugared fruitmeat sends waves of ambrosial
love, playfulness even, to my nostrils 

We kiss; and oh I'm dizzy with love
for the sweetness of Circe's seafoam
heart-of-mermaid fruit

by Keith O.J. Hunt |
Categories: love, romance, sensual,

She tore into the Night

She tore into the night.....

   like little lightning bolts,

With a carriage made of scents of him,

   sifting her soul ----

   his touch..... 

   she longed.....

Neath that naked moon,

   meshed as one;

   not a star amiss ----

The twinkling of their kisses sweet 

   stardust upon their lips,

   as soft skin greets biting tongues

   long to seeking love

Up against a trunk of a maple.....

   his hands lifting higher her skirt,

   a deft brush upon her aching bosom,

   sugared surrender.....

She met him again, 

   waiting tall in the shadows, smiling

(She did not wait)

   she tore into the night..... 

by Jodie Williams |
Categories: dedication, write, words, write, write, riddle,

These Are The Last Words I'll Write

These are the last words I'll write for you
The sugared dedications discontinue
Each word hatched from one mistake
Wanting you more than I can take

Intentions seem so futile now
Wipe remnants of love from your brow
Convinced you're white, so pure, intact
Lucky for me, I look good in black

So certain that you're making sense
As you speak of futures in past-tense
You claim the truth was always clear
Am I a victim of synaesthesia? 

Human capsaicin eating heart tissue
A master of riddle and cryptical clues
But I've breached my Capulet attitude
These are the last words I'll write for you.

by Samantha McDougal |
Categories: love, nostalgia, passion,

The Mason Jar

As this October moon is rising
I’m drifting in your cell
And mingling with each trinket.
I know you all to well.

I know your every coveted curve
And every secret shrine.
Your body is my temple.
I’m drinking in your wine.

I’m lingering on a sidewalk.
I’m humming out a tune.
I’m wanting you so openly 
As day is peaking noon.

Come hither to my dim lit quarters
In metallic sugared pace.
Your skin tastes of magnolia 
When pulling close your face.

Our basin days will whither
Now touching in a creek,
A combination cold clicked out
A slipping slithered leak.

Like filling up a mason jar
And stapled in a scry.
I’m needing you so openly.
My jar is sudden dry.

by Carma Sanderson |
Categories: valentines daylove,

Cupid's Love Fire

Cupid's Love Fire

Your Cupid's love fire, shot mi 
arrowed heart, under spell, 
where we swarm bodies, 
sensually, seductively pouring, 
adrenaline's bedded touch, 
lusciously licking, candies 
sugared, cane, velvet cake, 
beaded cloud, among the stars, 
hungered sky, rawly eating, 
distinctively, gripped, heart-to-
heart, heavily gusting wind, our 
passions tournament, never-
ending true loves honored, 
Valentin~Ed heart.... Happy 
Valentine's Day!

by Carma Sanderson |
Categories: love,

Brown Sugared

Your sweet golden,
Brown Sugared, skin
adds A little spice,
to life, Destine,
to explore the nature, 
of yours, I am nurtured, 
and famished, With,
constant under standing, 
why you are loved, so
Baked in by declaration, 
of your lips, speaking genuinely,
Above and beyond, captured,
my hunger,
in complete ness, 
To never let go, 
because you complete me, to
continue, As I Spill The Beans, 
that pour through your words,
Among mine, to become one...

by Christopher Berry |
Categories: happiness, love, romance,

Pitter Patter

I, feeling the pitter patter
Quickly swell within my chest,
Organized the thoughts that matter
And threw away the rest.

I thought about your deep brown eyes;
Eyes that take me far away
From fettered earth to open skies
Beyond our night and day.

I thought about your lips, so soft
Speaking each new sugared word
Enough to send my ears aloft
And flapping like a bird.

I thought about your touch, so kind;
A tender dance upon my skin
That made my very thoughts unwind
Each time I let you in.

I thought about your beating heart
And how it pitter patters,
Forever sure to play its part
In a love that matters.

by Mariana pavlich |
Categories: life, people, seasons, social, sympathy,

Gift-wrapped Boxes

Underneath the huge iced white Christmas tree balls
Eyebrow lifted as she sank back into the leather chair.
Comfortable ,eyes no longer sunken with dehydration.
Gingerbread and curds being sugared and whipped 
eyeing his dessert with determination  , he whispers....
Speaking in unison "A cat has its special scratching tree."
Crumpling her serviette in her fist, she stood up and 
extends her hand spending  the next couple of hours
kissing  on  the soft sofa  with  the glamorous blonde.
Your marriage must come first no matter however
 much you profess to love your mistress.Swallowed.
She will understand and immediately say goodbye.

by Kay Li Su |
Categories: abuse, addiction, depression, drink, hurt, love hurts, sad,

The Drunk

Take a sip, the bottle beckons
Draw the drinker in
Snag her wrist with fingers firm
She takes a swig of gin

At times she feels like dancing
And at times she cannot move
The bottle pins her down
Oh, what a twisted kind of love

The liquid kisses seem so sweet
Before tomorrow’s dawn
But come the daylight, she can see
That sugared kiss is gone

She’s bruised and she is beat
But is it of her own accord?
When a woman is a drunk
How many drinks can she afford?

by Annabelle Jane |
Categories: analogy, love,

Saigon Cinnamon

You are something
Beyond classification or description.
Something sensory.
Warm, sweet, 
Rich, dark, 
Smoke and fire, 
Softened spice, 
Sugared rust, 
Dusted copper,
Wood, bark, 
Like you grew from the ground
Or were mined from the red earth.
Just like Saigon Cinnamon.

by Cynthia Alvez |
Categories: love,

Sweeter Than A Dream

Better than a box of chocolates,

Sweeter than a dream,

Pieces of my heart in the sugared

Splendor of poetry to tell you,

You are my one and only love!

by Tony Bush |
Categories: devotion, faith, inspirational, life, love, passion, sweet, love, sweet,

This Love...

This love of which I dream, covetous 
Of waking hours and the sweet knell of tangled sleep; 
Criss-crosses swords upon my ribs, 
Carve symbols aphrodisiac into my flesh so deep. 
That I can only pray in sighs, the 
Sharp, sweet hiss of seraphim breath intake; 
Of citric juice and sugared salt, 
Burst taste of the passionate for heaven's sake. 
Yet fear of loss imposes shadows 
On the bright and breezy canvas of thought, 
This love forever wished, yet grows 
In distance for time flails ever short...

by Tony Bush |
Categories: lost love, love, seasons,

Christmas Past

Settles the dust of driven snow,
  icing shoulders, mantled white;
powdered breath and cornflake steps
  hushed beneath the tangerine light,
  on the edge of dark, periphery of night.
Of ice-ridged panes I stare
  at a picture card minds eye view;
of Victorian perfect Christmas
with sugared plums and angel wings,
  firs green with envy, geese that flew
  in midnight skies of cobalt blue.
Half-smiled, I shed these tears
  at all the ghosts of Christmas past
remembering how things used to be
and how they may never be the same
  for the seal is set, the die is cast,
  and I miss you so, both first and last.

by Cynthia Alvez |
Categories: love,

The Silence of Love's Wildest Dream

                                  You are to me love's wildest dream...
                                  I an enslaved by sugared kisses and
                                     your laughter that reaches deep
                                                 Into my heart. 
                                    Though I must always silent be and
                                             Say to nought but thee, 
                                                   To me, you are
                                              Love's wildest dream!


by Tony Bush |
Categories: lost love, love, seasons, snow, snow,

And The Snow Fell

And the snow fell in a flurry, 
White powder from a compact sky 
Dusted down the avenues 
Where I was seen to hurry 
With a world in winter passing by. 

And the snow fell, crackled freezing 
On eyelashes with a kiss of ice, 
White-out on the cobblestones, 
The wind was shrill and breezing 
Sweet and sharp as sugared mice. 

And the snow fell with a whisper, 
Mounting drifts upon the road and wall, 
Strangling the narrow paths, 
My footfalls sounding crisper 
In their haste to navigate it all.

And the snow fell with a violence 
As I breached the empty meeting place, 
Spectral footprints filling up 
And all was boundless silence 
You were gone without a trace.