Best Aftershave Poems

The snow slowly morphs into rain, a thousand cold cocoons that release raindrop butterflies into the frosty air. They glisten in the morning light, clinging...

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I light a candle for you this lonely night
Vanilla scented footsteps from the past.
The smell of your sweater a poignant delight
I wonder how long the...

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Cornflakes with honey and chilled little feet
from drafty morning windows and cool tile floors
sits next to her grandfather to listen 
as he tells stories from...

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“Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam 
                Of perilous...

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I was first picked up
In a cast-off shop in Liverpool; 
Surrounded by racks of seasoned shirts
Bearing names of old soldiers.

“Draper” draped on an immature frame
In...

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To never see your face again 
To lose the map of your body
To misplace memory itself 

For example   
Today I lost your nose...

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Why am I grouchy, tired and upset?
And why can’t I cheer up like others I’ve met
Who go on their way as though walking on air?
Smiling...

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My tale about the barnacle I bared upon my bum
has now passed into legend and folk law
The  battle I thought was over and now...

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The cold wisps of wind on the hard wood floors makes your toes cringe in holy socks.
The cabinets give room to store house spiders, they...

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I

 
Take out the caked grimy faucet plug

Let those unseen crawlies dive and duck

           ...

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failing to see which road would be best,
not knowing how much i've really been blessed-
too much time on my hands with too much fear,
wishing you,...

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When I am gone you can spread the word
And leave your cage like a big black bird 
You can tell your world of my dreadful...

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Nails 
If a cardinal, the day before the pope is cleaning his feet,
washes them himself day before and clip his toenails short 
 will he...

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The show it is over another one gone
Never ever again I decry and bemoan
 Five days of eating the turkey and ham
Curries for me and...

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The witch awaits her chance to ride her broom
On Hallow’s Eve she does so love to zoom
Dressed in her black cape and stunning costume 
Her...

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