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

4 Comments »

  1. Dennis said,

    November 1, 2005 @ 12:00 pm

    That was a really cool poem. I wish I had some cookies now!

  2. 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

  3. 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

  4. 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!

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