Best Cheekbone Poems

Dream

My mirrored reflection silently speaks

You honor me with your vulnerability
Your scars of life
Your unhealed wounds of betrayal

Dream journals tattoo your body
Your open arms of desire...

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Silence swarming with noise
Sounds blasting, like a war
Penetrating proof of the clamorous
Blare, blaze, flaming craze
Hues of doubt pouring out on the calm
Darkness sinking into the...

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YESTERDAY
Tears dripping down as I watch my baby suffer in silence,
for this afflicted disease has no understood known cure-
I can handle family disputes, madness and...

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Under the oak tree, next to the river,
With NONHLANHLA my sweet rose.
I look at her lips and the big blue eyes.
I take her hand gently...

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Virtual Fantasy
              by Odin Roark

So innocent they
But three years old
Wanting parent look
Upon...

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My heart's chart is a one line
the machine screams and bleeps
A part of mine has gone
Apart it has torn even the spine
couldn't stand alone ,your...

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HARRY THE BREAKER
Harry galloped through the Mulga           (13% protien animal tucker)
On a game horse Bunga...

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Delilah is a temptress with the magic of allure,
but special potions or devices aren’t required by her.

Women notice (enviously) her flawless skin so fair
and the...

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Piercing my heart:

Her nose-pin twinkles at me,
Her lip-ring smiles at me,
Her dark eyes make me lust,
Leaving everything like rust.
Her cheek-piercings make fake dimples,
Fake eyelashes arise...

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I stand here in front of a fractured mirror
Tracing veined lines and blemished pores,
That in my  waif-like outline  I dream
About spring’s young complexion…ripe...

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Prithee how could i describe thee
You are the morning glory, beauty and virtue,
Mind and soul symbolically personify
Your image send relief to ease my longing soul,
I...

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I like to pretend this is just another hand-me-down story by my grandmother,
another black and white 1950’s photograph tucked away in a shoebox,
that the first...

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I was beaten into silence as a young
child from my father's brutalizing rage
and psychological torture.

When I was 5, a man exposed himself, to me
I ran...

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Walking slowly up to the water,
 Waves consume her feet, 
The cold ocean takes away the breath from her lungs, 
Thoughts of life without him,...

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Unassuming spider makes his web on a tree
It is small but to me
It is a special key
For it reflects web of life therefore destiny

With spider...

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