Best Almond Shaped Poems
The scent of your soul
a caramalized breeze of fruit odours
reverbrating softly through my memory
Throwing me right back in ninth grade
where we sat side by side
Your right arm reaching slightly for my back
Your name resonates gently with my spirit
as thoughts of you dwell in my mind
Carrying me back to the shade
of purple grape orchids in evergreen woods
Our first kiss perched upon last autumn's twig
still lingers in early morn's bone-china cup
wafting its pungent aroma of dark roast coffee beans
and so the smell of rubber tyres against the wind
Such revoked moments of unknown danger and defiant fun
Other moments of beauty and snow angels
Of freedom and moonlights,sunrise and life
I can still recall the days,months,and years
till our footprints marked seperate paths
Ah,those days,those last hours,How can I forget?
Sweet as frosty vanilla and chocolate chips of an ice-cream parlour
Melting as spongy marshmallows and honey syrup
Fresh as the colour of every new dream which haunts me
llike an alluring glance of almond-shaped eyes
This afternoon,like other afternoons I walk to the library
which knows the musky sweat of your palm upon my own
That fragrance 's gone now,all that is left is the fading perfume
of forgotten petals between old books and dust
No one here except my silence ,and a rotten sliced apple
vacuum packed,lacking its cinnamon and even its spice.
Back home the mildewed strings of a guitar
await my fingertips to play once more
upon the worn out chords of my vacant heart
What will I play,what will I sing,a song which isn't ours?
Fermented wine I poured into a glass
Yearning to taste its purple grape for what it was
before all it was turned out bitter,acidic and sour
I wondered about where you might be,distant or not as far
Listening to my voice on once upon a record player
Or Wishing on a star ?
A repost (written : 10/15/2014
The scent of your soul
a caramelized breeze of fruit odours
reverberating softly through my memory
Throwing me right back into ninth grade
where we sat side by side
Your right arm reaching slightly for my back
Your name resonates gently with my spirit
as thoughts of you dwell in my mind
Carrying me back to the shade
of purple grape orchids in evergreen woods
Our first kiss perched upon last autumn's twig
still lingers in early morn's bone-china cup
wafting its pungent aroma of dark roast coffee beans
and so the smell of rubber tyres against the wind
Such revoked moments of unknown danger and defiant fun
Other moments,of beauty and snow angels
Of freedom and moonlights,sunrise and life
I can still recall the days,months,and years
till our footprints marked separate paths
Ah,those days,those last hours,How can I forget?
Sweet as frosty vanilla and chocolate chips of an ice cream parlour
Melting as spongy marshmallows and honey syrup
Fresh as the colour of your soul, which haunts me
like an alluring glance of almond-shaped eyes
This afternoon , like other afternoons I walk to the library
which knows the musky sweat of your palm upon my own
That fragrance 's gone now.All that is left is the fading perfume
of forgotten petals between old books and dust
No one here except my silence,and a rotten sliced apple
vacuum packed ,lacking its cinnamon and even its spice.
Back home,the mildewed strings of a guitar
await my fingertips to play once more
upon the worn out chords of my heart
What will I play,what will I sing ,a song which isn't ours ?
Fermented wine I poured into my glass
Yearning to taste its purple grape for what it was
before all it was turned bitter,acidic and sour
I wondered about where you might be ,distant or not as far
Listening to my voice on once upon a record player
Wishing on a star ?
Not for the contest
But thanks for the inspiration
Contest name-The Scent Of Your Soul
The scent of your soul
A caramelised breeze of fruit odours
reverberating softly through my memory
Throwing me right back in ninth grade
where we sat side by side
Your right arm reaching slightly for my back.
Thoughts of you dwell in my mind
and your name resonates gently with my spirit
carrying me back to the shade
of purple orchids in evergreen woods.
Our first kiss perched upon last autumn's twig
still lingers in early morn's bone-china cup
wafting its pungent aroma of dark roast coffee-beans
and so the smell of rubber tyres against the wind.
Such revoked moments of unknown danger
Of fearless dreams , and defiant fun.
Other moments of beauty and snow angels
Of freedom and moonlights ,sunrise and life.
I can still recall those weeks ,months ,years
till footprints marked separate paths
and our shared candles became the past.
Ah those lazy siestas, those days...those nights...
Sweet as frosty vanilla and chocolate chips of an ice -cream parlour
Melting as spongy marshmallows and honey syrup
Fresh as the linen of your shirt which haunts me
like an alluring glance of almond - shaped eyes.
This afternoon, like other afternoons, I walk to the library
that knows the musky sweat of your palm upon my own.
That fragrance 's gone now . All that is left is a fading perfume
of forgotten petals, between old books and dusty shelves.
Nobody here, except my silence and a rotten sliced apple ,
Vacuum- packed ,lacking both cinnamon and spice.
Back home, the mildewed strings of a guitar await my fingertips
to play once more ,upon the worn out chords of my heart
What willI play , What will I sing , a song that isn't ours ?
Fermented wine I pour into an empty glass
Yearning to taste the grape for what it was
before all it was turned bitter, acidic and sour.
Alone , I wonder where you might be
So far or not so distant ,listening to the mood in my voice
on once upon a record player, Wishing on a star ?
A precious gift! Joy unimagined fills my heart
She smiles! My heart races, leaping!
And like a butterfly in spring, gliding,
It dips among new blossoms
Like a sweet melody playing softly
in the cool of the evening, I soar!
My baby, my first, like an angel sleeps
Soft, warm and brown
I stare in awe of this most perfect gift from God!
Tiny almond-shaped eyes, sparkle- searching
Nothing as beautiful have I ever seen!
She cries and her teardrops like crystal daggers
Pierce, my joyful heart!
And like a wounded sparrow it plummets
Free-falling, and I am left puzzled...confused
Nervous, I gently hold her close to my breast
I am sure she can feel my heart beating..
Suddenly our faces brush... she turns-
Our eyes lock, and smiles ripple!
My first born--all is well in my world.
© 1992
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The Retuning Smiles
i see beneath pairs of almond-shaped, green leavess
On white fabric, flowers set with four heart-shaped petals,
The color of sun-kissed blueberries,
Decorating the smocked sundress of the pig-tailed toddler
.Hanging over the crook of her mother’s arm, and
With her dazzling, black eyes looking all around
For some reason to be let down
Just as I was passing by,
Happy to see a pretty little child. and say, “Hi!”
The way any older woman might,
Wishing to receive a second’s gift
From the beauteous youth of the child’s smile.
But, she leaned into her mom’s chest, shy, seeing me
Stand there, one hand eagerly waving along with
My saying, “What nice flowers all over your dress,”
Diverting her attention from me down to what she wore
— The bright hearts scattered over her knees,
Causing a slight smile as her head lifted,
Which I shared, showing her my own happy,
big, slightly giggling smile,
To which her mom leamed in to kiss
Her darling girl nose to nose, thus blessing
Away the shyness…so the little girl
Shifted to sitting tall on her mom’s elbow
To seriously size me up
for herself, eye to eye —
For some moments —
While I almost lost hope.
Until at last her creased lips started to part.
The corners of her mouth rose, showing
Her several front, white baby teeth,
Set to share her smile,
Elating me, so I announced loudly,
“How pretty you are smiling!”
But when i lifted my eyes to see
Her reaction to my gleeful words,
There was no child, nor mother there. Even
Gone was the street I assumed
I’d been walking along…
And neither had I been dreaming, but
Speaking as I had into the air beyond my bed.
I’d been hallucinating. Another instance lately
That comes out of the blue, while wide awake,
Likely caused by the prefacing of exhaustion and
horrid pain I sometimes feel
Crossing my sight and mind with a
Boosting interplay with people who’re likely to smile ~
Who come, then go.
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(c) sally young eslinger 2/25/23
Thanks be to
God…
From a distance what I saw
in a Down Syndrome child
was a human in the raw—
forgettable, lamentable, wild.
My prejudice was abhorrent
dismissing a "different" being.
Disdain came in a torrent
driven by cold-eyed seeing.
Then came a close-up look
at a new grandson in my arms.
My bias I forthwith forsook
lost in his extra-gene charms.
Almond-shaped eyes, short fingers
flat nose—those one observes.
But the trait that ever lingers
is a smile an angel deserves.
The sight remodels the mind,
assures that nothing is awry.
Anything like it you won't find
regardless of how hard you try.
From a distance what we see
is often not what we suppose.
The virtues of human intimacy
universal truths ultimately disclose.
Her Cheekbones, smooth as pebbles
Grasped tightly in his sexed up hand, sweating indelicately
Resembling that night the thoughts between the sheets were conceived
Weighing like soaked white carpets
Beneath flea market stands
She Is Beautiful, she is beautiful
Belladonna, noxious
Dusty eyes and wavy hair
Neruda book shoveled away somewhere deep
Inside her closet full of chewed up bones
Illumination, dying in Latin never seemed like
A juxtaposition before the closing of the soul
At least his eyes are a Cambridge blue
Jazz muted in Mortality sings on dangling participles leaking out
From the saxophone
What is that worth?
Thick waist, hourglass coke-a-cola
Mama-sita, mira mira
Lolita-like N.Y.M.P.H.O.ed up eyelashes
Coating tears with manufactured glob
Somebody put in a bottle
The higher your skirt the more your face value
Goes up, up, up pass the mystery between monogyny and the thighs
Right between the slit ice
Like Mmmm, and he slides past the first three bases
Oooh Girl you look so good in those Six Inch Heels
What is it worth,
to throw away your
Worth
For a toaster oven and a washed up guy sitting on your back porch
Scratching his head waiting to be given a pardon for his misdeeds
While American Media stole him away
And blamed it on the graffiti on the Church Walls when it was really
Hipshot for the Hip-Hop , This shameless act of cytotoxicity
when it was really
The Devil trying to slow dance with the pretty girl behind the stage
Eyes that lie time after time and are almond shaped but see no further
Then 6 feet deep and a saxe blue sky
Baby girl, on auction in the club
(Going once, going twice, it’s okay we’ll sell her half price!)
Like a slave, a sycophant child to some sick twisted game
Dancing in the Matrix style of killing the clock
Biting off the hands, to chew them up, spit them out
To pretend like the world isn’t ending over our heads
Seven kids, bloated waist, waitress fingers and lips
Smile, Misfortune dotes on you, Lucky One
What are you going to do when your looks run out?
Heyyy girl, what’s your face value?
You started out in life just like me
hanging around in hand-me-downs
from your family
Some were nice, like
your daddy's dimples when you smile
or your mama's almond shaped eyes
While others were unfortunate
like your grandma's testy temper
or your uncle Earl's ears
But not all of these
hand-me-downs
are permanent
Some you will hopefully
change out of and
replace as you get older...
Like others' unhealthy attitudes
unhelpful coping mechanisms
uneducated assumptions
about other people
or the world at large
Your perspective
how you choose to see the world
is as changeable as a pair
of cheap sunglasses
so if they ever
hinder your view- toss them out!
And get some new
glasses that fully fit
in a style that expresses
the person you truly want to
become
For the Gerber Baby Contest
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I knew God loved me on the day
He entrusted me with my daughters’ soul
The most important job to ever come my way
The greatest gift I would ever behold
Lost in thought, I’m mesmerised by the image before me
Laura is my babe, so precious
A moment frozen in time, Laura was three
Her giggles brought joy…so infectious
A face…round, smooth, creamy complexion
Big brown almond shaped eyes with power to beguile
A nose so pert, so cute, utter perfection
Rosy red lips always upturned in a smile
Long blonde hair, curls in abundance
Reminiscent of Rumpelstiltskin’s spun gold thread
My very own Angel gives my life sustenance
Intertwined delicately, the gold flecks spread
This photo stirs up love, so strong, so pure
A joyous heart, a joyous mind, my heart overflowing
The love of a mother and child, there is no truer
And now the touch and the embrace of my daughter I’m craving.
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My name is Juanita and I used a photo of my gorgeous (once) baby girl, when she was around 3-4 (now 17). Her perfect featured face and long blonde curly hair that framed her angelic features...one of my favourite pics.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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Written for my wonderful daughter,
Ella Rose who is the love of my life.
For she's my itty bitty precious rose,
So delicate with a distinct written prose.
She's everything I hoped she'd become,
A little sassy girl and sorta high strung.
Peaches on a pie with a cherry on top,
So sweet and silly always going non-stop.
A beauty mark on her upper right cheek,
And a china doll when she falls asleep.
All the boys out there aren't good enough,
Her daddy thinks there's no one to trust.
Absolute daddy's petite little angel,
See my Ella is so precisely faithful.
Big almond shaped deep brown eyes,
I love her to and from Heaven's bright skies.
I tried to paint you,
like they did the Mona Lisa.
But the pain in your eyes
was far too real.
Almond shaped wells of tears.
I tried to paint you,
but the colors on my palette failed me
like they always do.
I only think of you in shapes and shades that never dared to exist.
I walked the line and tried to
change you,
re-arrange you,
soften your edges,
and remove the smudges.
But even Dorian Gray gave me the stink-eye from his frame.
Who could dare and paint you?
Interpret your dimensions..
Sketch your subtle movements..
Measure the limits at which
your world expands..
Speculate the details
on the back of your hands..
Who could ever dare to pick up a brush
and paint the world?
Paint it as it disguises itself as the sun
The sun that watches you
from a window-pane
While your sleepy eyes close and open
in a thousand ways.
I tried to paint you
Frame you
But all that is left of these attempts
are empty canvases
hung on the walls in my head.
What do you see when you look in my eyes?
Do they betray my overwhelming love for you?
What do you see when I am all smiles?
Does it paint a ray of sunshine on your face?
What do you feel when your head rests on my bare chest?
Does my heartbeat send shivers down your spine?
What do you feel when I hold you tight as we walk abreast?
Do you feel my heat running through you?
What do you like when you taste my lips?
Does my lips melt your wall?
What do you like when I send my velvety touch on you?
Does it rise the hairs on your skin?
Response
What do I see when I look in your eyes?
I see your soul in your almond shaped eyes.
What do I see when your lips curve in a perfect smile?
The world is a better place when you smile.
What do I feel when your head rests on my chest?
I feel the telepathic connection in every heartbeat.
What do I feel when you hold me tight in your arms?
Amazing how time flies when I am in your arms.
What do I like when I taste your strawberry lips?
The taste awakens my soul without pause or doubt.
What do I like in your deep hearty touch?
That touch has made me a poet.
I love being me
I love being me for so many reason
I'm my own pure drug
My brown sugar skin is more pure
The the finest kilo of coke
I love being my
From my high native American cheek bones
Down to long wavy hair
I love being me because with all
My war wounds I have and all
Them battles I fought lost some and won some
I still stayed strong like my father taught me how
I love being me with my roasted almond shaped eyes and my full lips
When I look In the mirror I see that goodness royalty that my father
Always told me I was
I love being me my soul is full with ambition
Like the fastest kid in the back of
The class eating little debbie chocolate cakes
I love being me I couldn't see me being anyone else but me
I love being me 5'3 and all
I love being me waking up drunk
Off my own aura
The angels smiled the day you were born ,
To your mother Janne and your father Shawn.
Everyone's dreams came true
And that Anine was because of you.
On the 23rd. of October you entered the world,
A momentous ocassion more priceless than gold.
Your ruby red cheeks , that cute little mouth,
That is really what life is about.
Those almond shaped eyes that cute button nose,
A combination of both parents I suppose.
You're truly a treasure and mummy's pearl
You're also daddy's adorable baby girl.
Big brother Henrik will protect you from harm
When he holds you tenderly in his arms.
Two loving hearts coming together
You really are birds of a feather.
You are the proof that true love reigns supreme,
By the timely arrival of this tiny human being.
AN EMOTIONAL TREE
The gust came like punches.
one of those arresting, blustery blows.
It was like a giant stood behind that tree
cupping his hands over his mouth
blew as hard as he could.
Without mercy
blood shot almond-shaped leaves.
stood frozen
then making their slow, deliberative dance
toward the asphalt below
where they lay silently without notice
and a heart breaks.