Best Brow Poems

Expectation
Is a wasted exercise.
Attempting to surmise
The content of a situation
Leads to misconceptions:
A woman cries,
A source of pride,
The setting of the sun;
Exchange it for another one
And stand aside.
Don't squander time
With speculations.






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ice on my brow--
making Angels in the snow
with my best friend...

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The fever came and the good lord mopped his brow.

The sterile little needle punches a nice round bloody hole
I had to see the doctor because the sweat had grown so cold
I’ve got a ten pound prescription worth a bag of brown and gold
Now I have...

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'Pon my brow furrowed lines of great care 
Out on the porch in torment went
Pain and agony of soul
Refreshed now with morn's cold
Peace, tranquility
Flows 'or me for
Creation's 
Blessings
See...

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If we set our minds to it, there's nothing we can't achieve
But our image is lowered when we blow our nose on our sleeve
Kinda destroys our stature
As a knowledge dispatcher
More like someone with a grade two diploma would you believe?...

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his furled brow
snowfall not letting up
shovel on standby




Posted on February 24, 2019...

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Perchance a sweaty brow should brush your skin
a crumpled linted jacket strong of aroma within.
You....a fresh flower..... your fragrance wafting freely..
Swarthed in your mothers steady gaze lest you roam.
Her soothing voice with gentle hand on your cheek
Barriers once formed now lay lax as the moon...

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His eyes are
 dimmed by awe
 for all the time
 wrapped in fantasy,
 for all those years
 not knowing what
 a human being looks like,
 and all those times
 he didn't get he was in love,
 for all those errors
 that make him cry at...

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If we set our minds to it, there's nothing we can't achieve
But our image is lowered when we blow our nose on our sleeve
Kinda destroys our stature
As a knowledge dispatcher
More like someone with a grade two diploma would you believe?...

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It didn't matter that you cried blood, like dew on the brow of a forgotten world,
it didn't matter that you cried tears, like hidden springs in the mountain,
it didn't matter that you loved too much, like a sun illuminating the earth,
it didn't matter that you...

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As I kiss you upon the brown
Stare into my glowing eyes now
I will tell you of many nights
While I ponder your many fights

Pointless they may be
But it led you to knowing me
As I embrace you with another kiss
Thoughts of us wonder amiss

Deeper into your eyes...

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Veiled by clever branches, limbs
silken strands, protecting me
from the eyes who’re like pseudonyms
beckoning with iris’ clever and wild

secreted beneath gossamers, flowing
in whispers of hope for the morn
risking each breathless moment, unknowing
what to expect with the journey’s quest

shrouded by the strands, elusive
like the moment when I...

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The man has got me doing time 
I am being punished, but committed no time 
There was no justice, I lost my rights 
The sweat on my brow is the burn in my eyes 
I dig the ditches in my orange coveralls 
Better than spending...

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Old Man

his weatherbeaten face, lined
with the hills and valleys of age
watery blue eyes set against a
backdrop of bloodshot white
his cheeks reddened from
sun and alcohol, his aquiline
nose has lost its nobility
his once full lips now just
scowling lines covering remnants
of jagged teeth
his stubble covered chin now
a dirty...

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Why do you still chat 
With that Common Rats?
As blind as A Bat;
A Gathering Fat?


Yes, I’m dead upset
And for Bad Fight set.
Would for A Gossip
Who lets his lips slip
Where had Poor Chloe stashed
The money she cashed
That could widen eyes
And trigger Wish Cries…

I know A Callow:
At...

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