#chocolate poems on Hello Poetry

Lahkeesha Ghastin Mar 2018

The afternoon heat hung like a rising fever.
The old iron gates of the school yard wait to swing.
My feet planted near the outskirts.
Sweeping the sticky hair from my face,
alone I wait.

Chocolate melted in my pocket.
Minutes turn to hours.
A gallery of photographs has passed me by.
Panic snickers, searching for your face.
The waiting, the patience,
feeling more like a punch, than a verb.

The chocolate now a sticky ink, staining my pants.
I feel a voyager aboard a lost ship, floating,
hoping for shore.

Sudden without warning,
you grace my sight,
slow motion, near the gate door.
In one swing, you're here.
The wait long forgot,
hung on your beautiful stare.

Prose poem, using a random collection of words.

chocolate, voyager, gallery, sweeping, warning, iron, swing, old, planted, ink, fever, gates, punch, hung, pocket

#chocolate #voyager #gallery #sweeping #warning #iron #swing #old #planted #ink

Cloudy Heart Mar 2018

You make me Whole

Your golden, chocolate eyes wrap around my soul
with love and delicacy

Your soul holds mine so securely
as my soul holds yours

Our souls smile brightly

I will forever adore
your hands holding mine ever so gently

our love intertwining and glowing each second

You make me whole
-m.a.

#personal #feelings #love #i #you #golden #chocolate #soul #me #us

Sanjali Feb 2018

9

This dark piece is not completely sweet
Melting on the tongue, I feel its make-believe.
How can it be bitter when I let it rest
And be like nectar when I cannot possess?

Dark Chocolate

#chocolate #bitter #yearning

Adelaide Heathfield Feb 2018

Cacao

sweet tree
raised from
tropical
earth

to grow upright
and out
to sprout
from trunk
a bunch of
pink and
pointed pods

or perhaps
crimson or
yellow
aubergine
tangerine
green

scythed clean
from host
and hacked
in two
for getting at
seeds a-pulp
in white
and slimed

and spreading
them out under
the sun
to get hot
in their own
juices

to ferment
wild

to bake
dry

poured tinkling
by the
thousands into
sacks of hessian
for sending
‘cross seas

to furnace-cracked
futures
winnied and
conched
sweetened
melted
and hardened
into shapes
of other things

© 2017 Adelaide Heathfield

Cacao trees are spectacularly beautiful. They love the humid, mountainous air near the equator, and the regular washings of rain.

Nestled in the understory of bigger forest trees, they sprout these colourful, magical pods out of their trunks and drape them over with big, shady leaves. It’s truly other-worldly.

Only fitting for the most magical food on earth!

And the intricate process of coaxing their bitter seeds into luxurious chocolate is a great marvel of modern industrialism. From harvesting, fermenting and drying the beans to roasting, conching, sweetening and tempering, chocolate has become a true labor of love.

#chocolate #cacao #tropics #nature #tree #plant #botanical #food #exotic #sweets

Adelaide Heathfield Feb 2018

Dreams in Gold and Chocolate

blankets laid
like pastry
twirled and
crinkled
made to nestle
precious
heads
in bed of
curled and
covered comfort
buttered

wrapped up
little packages
alive and
breathing

heaving breaths
of depths
unknown to
waking worlds
through softened
lungs and throats
and mouths
and gooey
molten middles

with shield of
fragile sleep
held up
to barricade in
and barricade out

as steam floats
gentle warm
and wistful
blissful up
from tender
scalps

from dreams
in gold and
chocolate

© 2017 Adelaide Heathfield

It's nice to lie awake in the early morning while everyone else is still sleeping. To bask heavy in the sound of bodies inflating and deflating. Languishing in the subconscious, unfettered by obligation or chore. And to wonder what sweet dreams they're dreaming.

#chocolate #sleep #dreams #family #food #pastry #body #physicality #peaceful #morning

Amanda Feb 2018

Chocolate

I love chocolate.
Chocolate disappears fast.
No more once eaten.

#chocolate #bicycle #sunny #sunday #delicious #eat #melt #favourite #brown #nuts

WeFeelFine Feb 2018

Expectations

Perhaps my expectations for you
are impossible.
Perhaps you are blind to the desire
in my eye.
Maybe you are deaf to the disappointment
in my sigh.
Maybe your budget isn't
so suasible.

If you would read my body,
Look into my mind,
We would be great
And all would be fine.
Though it probably should be,
It just isn't enough
To say that you're mine,
I need material stuff.

Roses of red,
No,
I prefer blue.

And the finest of chocolate,
A large teddy bear, too.

Shower me with the money you've spent,
It's not a big deal,
Only a present.

I promise not to be greedy,
Or selfish,
Or stale.

I won't raise my expectations even further on the scale.

But you must keep me happy,
Satisfied in every way.
You can't do that for me?

Well what else can I say...

I promise I loved you,
In good times and bad.
And I will always reminisce
The times that we've had.

Oh, I will miss you.
I promise, I will.
But your wallet has emptied.
And my love has gone still.

Valentines Day with a Gold Digger.

#money #love #valentine #roses #expectations #desire #disappointment #material #chocolate #selfish

Baylee Kaye Feb 2018

Flow

Chocolate flowed right from his lips.
Dripping down the dampened ships.
My tongue awakened.
My bones they ached and,
the melted chocolate, still it drips.

someone tell me why I’m writing so much about chocolate...I think it’s since it’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow. I’ve eaten so many fine chocolates, they remind me of emotions. They’re addictive.

#chocolate #love #infatuation #lust #valentines #lips #boys #tongue