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Riya Dec 2018
"You are poison to the tongue
But
At least you taste like lemon lime punch.

I can't get over the sour of your voice,
It even gives me anxiety with it's overwhelming taste of sweet bitterness.

Let me overdose with the sound of your sour voice.
I figured if anything,
At least I can lie down with the silence of your bittersweet words and this quiet will help me sleep at night.
And
Yet
I know,

You are still poison to the tongue
But

At least you taste like lemon lime punch."
//oof, idk if this makes sense..
Cece Sep 2018
Everyone says it's not poetry unless it's got rhyme.
Well I wouldn't buy that for a dime.
My brain's a giant mess,
why would i try to make what I say any less?
Organization and aesthetics, you say?
well ***** that, anyway.

Coffee shops.
Lemon drops.
Those rhyme!
You'll see what i do with those in time.
Or maybe not;
I've already done a lot.

All this irony's made my brain jello,
so it's time to say hello
(to the end of this poem).
I'm crying it's study hall and i'm bored as fuckkkk so you get this weird thing
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
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Ginger nuts, melted butter
crunchy, sweet base chills
Lemons squeezed, zest grated
sugar, cream cheese, whisk!
Pale gold cream on base
Drizzle curd
Mmmh!
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Thirteenth Epulaeryu!
Lemon cheesecake, baked or chilled, is HEEEEAAAAVVVVVEEEENNN!
I swear, I have a soft spot for all things lemon! ^-^
I love it!
Add come candied lemon zest on top, SOLD!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
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Golden, crisp, buttery base              
cups the lemon curd,                      
creamy, zesty-sweet and rich            
silken on my tongue                        
Fluffy flower-crown                        
tips soft-brown                        
Hmm!                          ­                    
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Gonna have a whole collection dedicated to food and treats! ^-^
This format is called the 'Epulaeryu' - A poem about gorgeous food! It consists of seven lines with a total of 33 syllables. The form is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1.
My mom treated me and my sister to some cakes in a lovely Bistro not far from us a few days ago. I'm a lover of lemon cakes but they didn't have any - only lemon meringue tarts which I agreed to try with some Jasmine Tea ;)
Man, they were both delicious!
And the music took me to a small Parisian cafe!
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
miki Jun 2018
the tang of your freedom
laced my tastebuds with a bittersweet aftertaste
that incessantly made me want more

and with every dose
i became more addicted to everything you had to offer
until i had ****** you completely dry.

it was then that i realized, that when life gives you lemons
you shouldn’t always make lemonade

savor the tang
E McNamara Jun 2018
My lips are fresh berries
And my heart, a creamy peach.
When I speak,
My mouth drips mango juice,
Delectable and raw.
My mind is plentiful dragon fruit.
My eyes are green melon,
Bright and dewy.
My fingertips, fragile blackberries,
Tender and rich.
My lungs are tangy lemon slices.
To match my lemon soul-
Consuming crisp air.
My tongue, pleasant as pomegranate
**** and joyful.
I am alive.
Can you smell the peaches?
mikumiku Apr 2018
When we **** I shout: s. o. s. la vida
‘Cause our bed is more like a corrida
But when I stare at my ring with a pearl
I ask myself again, am I that girl?
When I take Mexican tic tacs with Corey
I feel like Christ is sending me that glory
But when I’m on the ground and start to curl
I whisper to myself, am I that girl?
And when I’m dancing ******* on a bar
I feel like killer **** movie star
I finish twenty lemon drops and swirl
While crying to myself, am I that girl?!
George Krokos Feb 2018
Underneath the wild lemon tree
was where I found my love to be.
Lying there with the lapse of time
and the gusts of a winter's clime.

She looked at me but didn't smile
and this went on for quite a while.
I looked back and had some pity
knowing that she once was pretty.

We traded glances back and forth
to view each other and our worth.
I stood there and could see at least
that she had changed into a beast.

Without a hint it then did seem
she spoke to me in the extreme.
I heard all that she had to say
but kept silent to let her splay.

Then without any sense of pride
such time revealed another side.
Our feelings for each other were
like a doomed bitter lemon slur.
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Believe it or not this poem was inspired by some fallen lemons under the lemon tree in the backyard. Written early in Feb 2018
jas Feb 2018
yellow
like the sun
yellow
like the blooming sunflowers in the garden
yellow
like a zest of lemon with a fresh cup of iced tea

you are yellow
a radiance of warmth energy
you are yellow
growing from the bottom up
you are yellow
leaving people with a fine taste in their mouth as they speak your name
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