Cookies
I just got three cookies
Fresh from the oven
The yummy chocolate chips
Make me all tingly inside
They’re so warm
Gooey
Mushy
Each cookie is different in its own way
Now I have two cookies
They began as raw dough
Then some added chocolate chips
You were popped in the oven
Which made an exciting sensation fill the room
So now I have one cookie
As the last cookie
I try to save it
But does 47 seconds count as saving it?
No more cookies
Dennis said,
November 1, 2005 @ 12:00 pm
That was a really cool poem. I wish I had some cookies now!
Matty Lau said,
November 1, 2005 @ 7:49 pm
Sugary vanilla chocolate smells
tickling my imagination
Oh, but you have none to share?
my drooling mouth
gaping in disappointment
Simon said,
November 2, 2005 @ 5:17 pm
I like cookies
I wish i could have some right now
Some of those delicious cookies
Those delicious chocolate chip cookies
Cooked on a pan, in an oven
Melting in my belly
That is where i want them to be
Administrator said,
November 7, 2005 @ 6:24 pm
I’m looking for focus, details, and a personal voice in poems.
Your poem is focused on… cookies!
You have nice details with anticipation at the end.
You’ve gotten some interesting responses to this too!