May 20, 2010
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Fresh baked cookies,
Smells of newly baked,
Happiness and joy.
Fresh baked cookies,
A tempting sight,
Waves of heat above them,
Beckon me to feast,
Upon baked laughter.
Fresh baked cookies,
Hearing the timer ding,
And the sizzle of hot oils,
Mixing with air,
And oven heat.
Fresh baked cookies,
Warming through the plate,
Burning the tips of my eager fingers,
As I pick them up, oblivious to the warning,
Coming from my mother.
Fresh baked cookies,
Chocolate chips,
Bursting and emptying,
Pure melted Heaven throughout my mouth,
The taste is overwhelming,
So is the heat.
A crash!
A cry!
Cookie pieces, porcelain pieces,
Flying as I drop my plate,
And spit out a mouthful of scalding hot cookie.
From that I have learned,
To stick with cake

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dramagurl13 said...
Feb. 23, 2012 at 11:47 am
Love it! (but I do prefer cookies!)
ILikePersonificaition said...
Jun. 16, 2010 at 2:14 am
this is very playful and fun. I love the topic and you describe it very well, the imagery is superb. The last line is my favorite of course! I also like the repetition of the "fresh baked cookies", it kept me on track. nicely done
SnehaChatterjee This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jun. 16, 2010 at 2:38 am
Luv it! a well written poem...its very original, unique, n fun 2 read.
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