Best Clean Cut Poems
Smiling hotly you're the flame captured underneath
burning with a sunrise golden gleam frosted
Sparkling within dewdrops crystals crash
over oceans waves rise and fall to grace
At your feet adoring they kiss salt saluting promise
kneeling upon the sand footprints hold ground held
Those inside one thousand memories wrapped forever
perfect jewel you are the pearl of a deep sea always crowned
Lustre of one rainbow washed clean cut perfect flower
white lily from the heart of love you brought peace
Categories:
clean cut, beautiful, flower, heart, love,
Form:
Couplet
Discarded cotton t-shirt shrunken and stained
on the side of a street pot-holed and veined
pants sagging low with no shoes on his feet
headphones blaring to the latest hip-hop beat
Heading down to the corner looking for a score
the old 76 filling station with the boarded up doors
how times have changed in a mere forty years
youthful exuberance gone now nobody cares
Flash back we go to the days of my youth
hard work the requisite as was the truth
running on empty our roll was real slow
clean-cut attendant with bow-tie for show
Service with a smile, thank you and please
gone is simplicity and enjoying the breeze
Categories:
clean cut, change, nostalgia,
Form:
Sonnet
A blind date
sprung on two unwary victims.
He turned up early in suit and tie
obviously uncomfortable with
a situation beyond his comfort zone.
She showed up on time
dressed in an elegant clean cut dress
wearing high heels and
a subtle touch of perfume,
oozing confidence, yet
carrying herself with class.
An introductory handshake,
soft and coarse, gentle and firm,
set the ball rolling.
Over dinner he unwound
falling for her smooth soft voice
and witty sense of humour.
Later they danced, striking a balance
between grace and slight awkwardness
merging with ease when slow music played.
Reluctantly the date came to an end,
but not before plans were made to meet again.
Who could have guessed that
burlap would compliment satin so well!
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Contest: Burlap and Satin
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
© 22nd March 2018
Categories:
clean cut, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
My wedding day of hallowed rest. My Lord —
not too soon nor too late. My eyes looked up
and danced as He descended and I rose.
Oh look! I smile! O gentle son of God.
The praise of lifted hands - the joy of church.
Forth jubilee good angels longed to see.
The day is here! Clean cut - our groom has come
and we rejoice above the earth so far
from grace. How long despairing chins of hate.
But we adore the groom — we are his bride!
6/18/2019
Categories:
clean cut, christian, wedding,
Form:
Blank verse
"Heeling Mephistopheles"
murdering crows
flies in on the bow
of a Stradivarius
strange webs cleared
from the mind of
Machiavellian insolence
insisting life written
by dancing fingers
pressing monochrome
due diligence for justice
wrapped in blankets of
cloudy deliverance
tack a piercing
bittersweet
entendre
all the ebony wiles
imprinting jewels
for stringing
persuasive
shiny
stratagems
become ivory pearls
tingling vanilla dalliances
crisp and clean cut
new teeth
for gripping
dark contra
bones from corsets
broken and scattered
for ancient tomes
maestro buttons
for plucking
songs home
sharp pleats
skirting over
what’s buried beneath
floorboards
fathoms deep
waiting for its feed
words slip through
eye of needle, the threads
flowing cursives
through the cracks
osseous matter for a black dog
composed humming Bach
impromptu strokes
for hidden angles
offering tongue out
for words, to speak
angel notes
like legs running
across fresh sheets
bars raised ropes
concerto chords
like sails billowing
helm held hard
fast forward en route
encore
dark Mephistopheles
jibed
heeling
dark Mephistopheles
en route
encore
heeling
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
homonyms.
jibe
heeling
homophone.
bach
Mephistopheles.
Stradivarius.
Bach.
Machiavellian.
Categories:
clean cut, muse,
Form:
Free verse
Clean cut crisp cabbage
Onion diced quite small.
Lets get the carrot grated
Engage the taste buds all.
Salad cream or mayonnaise
Lemon juice for zest.
All on top a baked potato
What a feast the best.
Categories:
clean cut, food
Form:
Acrostic
Clean cut; people clean cut.! Well styled suits, groomed to impress we gel well
in success, success reads so well.. Glitz is the goal WOW the 'surface' the substance.'
Cut so clean.' free standing see you all & now; how i'll stand not bow..
Yet my whole truth? there's another side too, so today oyay.. Oyay.'
When I knew I'd been cut.! I felt the keen, clean cut after I saw blood
Felt its wet slick flow.' the air hit me cold then I felt the blades touch..!
I slipped into the gutter, feeling shock in the fog; a fog of de'je-vue
How was made that clean cut.! Cutting away my humanity; tearing up
the deal struck with me, going to a better source its just a buisness
of course.!
So back to the stage, to a new charge who'll be groomed.' To the clean
cut scene, and sin.. What then its purpose? & Is it always to subvert us?
I take note of its action, can I repel its attraction? it starts blunt as a weapon
that over time starts to sharpen, with indifference it hardens, reminds me
of bad times, of my ancestors whoredom; drudgery worldly serfdom' of
the chains I am wearing, the pain deeply tearing pushes me deep into drown
Become aware of the driver; satan the conniver who through this whole
gamut, is 'himself' just a marker a 'pawn' shades of darker, whom you will
use should it please you, if you want to show us who's who.' So when we
sop ourseleves deep in.. In the oceons of a worlds sin, we will be turned to
our insides? will we tire before we expire? fed up to our backteeth of sin & its
mis-chief.? become ready for redemption; Clean cut from the marle of the mire
Cut from the cords for the fire, when sin has outworn us before death 'is' to call us, of one thing be certain, Jesus rent that great curtain.. Faithful & True
He beat down deaths sting, so forget now your mis-givings to call on Jesus the mighty, call out now contritely.. From the the heart of the humble, from a soul that has stumbled, become 'in Him' to rightness one more spark in His brightness.'
Categories:
clean cut, jesus,
Form:
Verse
It's been monthes since my lips tasted the bitterness of alcohol
I found myself craving the excitement, the taste within my memory
and for a moment when he had asked if I wanted to go out for a few drinks
It was all that I could d to reply,
I do not drink..
Well, maybe then lunch?
As I accepted
Then I failed to call him back to set a time
Thinking the whole while,
Do I realy want to go out with someone who drinks??
Perhaps it is not in my best interest
Needing companionship
but reluctantly turning my eyes away from the very clean cut fellow,
simply wanting to get to know me
And what do I really want?
I found the support at a womens meeting that I went to this evening
and I guess this is more of a journal entry than anything.
I've been sober for over three monthes now
My life before had become so unmangable
so many people wanted nothing to do with me
My emotions were like a roller coaster
As I work on my sobriety I know its foolish to think I can do this by myself
So I look to you Oh God, and I hand it all to you, for I am powerless, and cannot do this on my own
You are worthy and I know my steps will be guided by you each and every day, if I allow you to take control of my pittiful life that I have flawfully lead
Teach me to do the right thing even when it is uncomfortable to do so
Let me trust in You, let me wake with reasurrance that good things can and will come to me, because I am Your Child
And lastly, let me quit chasing the things that anguish and my life.. And put away these childish ways that hinder
If you are reading this.. I hope that in some way it will help someone else...
As a writer I try to be creative many times but there comes a point in time where honesty is relevant.
Have a blessed evening, Cindy
Categories:
clean cut, lost,
Form:
A Silver Fluidity, stronger than time
Crystal shatters against me, in my prime
I’m bulletproof, and echoes rebound
Piercing ricochet’s, transmitting the sound
I fell from Heaven, fast and strong
Into a world, endangered by wrong
I wasn’t a hero, just a moment of love
A second chance for humanity, sent from above
I’m a legend, a titan of Greek mythology
The body of an Adonis, the dream of muscology
I defend the greater good, and eliminate the hate
My methods far from clean cut, they’re an ethical debate
I was born Titanium, with a sword in hand
I can manipulate thunder, with a wave of my hand
I am Titanium, and the overlord is my enemy
The creator of greed, money and the impecunious amenity
Categories:
clean cut, adventure, faith, fantasy, happiness,
Form:
Narrative
Born to different fathers they were never that close
But their mother insisted they keep in touch
They never had much in common apart from the love for their Mum
One was drawn by the magnetism of corporate trappings
The other mesmerised by wailing guitars and thrashing drums
Hair looking like a ruby ball cactus, eyes wild and piercing
Did he land face first in a tackle box? No one can be sure or is game to ask
Whilst Prada adorns the chiselled body of the astute looking banker
Clean cut freshly shaven with a healthy amount of Giorgio Armani evident
Hours of pain are clear to see on the colourful skin of the punk rocker, all with a story I’m sure
Many a brow is raised and resembles a plague of fox moth caterpillars at a rave party as he enters
In the up market drinking hole he’s as inconspicuous as a free roaming Emu in a supermarket
White collars fill the air with murmurings of big deals achieved and salary bumps
It’s a Friday afternoon and an air of animation is evident in the words of many
The banker orders another round; more beer and water promptly arrive
Concern is forwarded to his brother fearful of him falling in with the wrong crowd
Genuine unease for the circles of friends in which he chooses to associate with
Party drugs, binge drinking, womanising and all night benders all entrenched in his everyday life
Why can’t you just go home to your wife baring flowers like you used to he asks?
A grunt is all he can muster as he swills on his beer, your losing touch with reality!
And then like a boxer waiting for his opening he hits him with a sympathetic plea for more money
A look as if his team had just lost the “Big One” with seconds remaining decorates his face
I can’t keep doing this he replies; He then calls their Mum “it’s time for intervention!”
The ink covered rocker is in tears as his brother embraces him; I love you he whispers together we will get through this
He escorts him to his private limousine waiting out front
One of the many perks of being an internationally acclaimed artist.
My manager knows this great facility…..
Categories:
clean cut, addiction, brother, care, career,
Form:
Light Verse
My eyelid clings to a nebulous newspaper.
The breakfast table, like a silent stranger.
in black and white ink
on which page i’ll never know
the drowning ink speaks
I’m a cashier, my first real job, and
a high school student. I immerse myself
into the day, yawning with wake-up tears.
Monica bears news
she has dark hair and glasses
a fortune to spill
My coworker and peer, begins with
“Did you hear about…”
And her words, like high tide roll in…
the night sea splashes
against the serrated edge
~ clean cut of forehead
Tragic news for my best friend, former teacher, peers, and neighbors. This young man, at the top of his senior class, was taken down by whirlpool hands.
graduation boon
celebration of their lives
~ flotsam in the lake
My biology teacher’s eyes, red and sore with tears, wrestle with mine. His son,
nearby, in a treasure chest. I hold my teacher’s hand, wanting to wring-out his pain.
no difference in age
all boundaries slip away
in whirlpool of pain
But, lest you think this the only tragedy, a newspaper article was written containing the names of several more friends, neighbors, classmates
who died that year. A serial killer it was not, but strange all the same.
newspapers in wait
contain the weight of our lives
facts not yet revealed
10/27/2017
Dust Off A Memory Contest
Categories:
clean cut, death, high school,
Form:
Haibun
He parted his thin lips to speak but stuttered
and only broken sounds came from his breath.
He wanted to express his love but uttered
something that just scared his girl to death.
With every vain attempt the words he muttered
often sounded like the cooing of a dove
and with these bird sounds she became quite fluttered
much wanting to hear words of sincere love.
She whispered something softly in his timid ear
something that would cease his crazy coo.
In a silent smile he told her this he wanted to hear,
the clean, cut uttered words of “I love you.”
10/5/20
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(29)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
clean cut, anxiety, funny love, hilarious,
Form:
Rhyme
Look underneath the skin first and for most please? Try it just once,.just to pounce before you judge, we all are here to one dam reason, to live in the country of the free, it brings tears to my eyes, that people are so dam shallow that you look under your dam glasses on your nose that is stuck in your ass because your white, and rich and don't have any faults, congrats to you now get the he'll away from me, I don't want to be with someone who thinks they are God, I want to be with people who are full of heart, compassion, faith.
Villainous Rescue Center is the best program in the whole dam world, Tia Torres cares about everyone, she leads with her heart not her judgements, I would love to meet her and her staff, She knows that people make mistakes, but she is the best person to have on your back!! I AM SO HAPPY TO HAVE HER BACK!!
Life is hard, life isn't guaranteed to anyone, you have to suck up and move on, but next time you see someone who isn't perfectly clean cut, look underneath the skin please? Because you never know who you might see under the skin, let's join hands and become one!! :-) :-)
Categories:
clean cut, age, anger, anti bullying,
Form:
Ballad
In our hands has come the power
to make deserts bloom in shades
yet, to grow within we need aide.
Much alike are we, all flower.
The leaf which draws like fingered hands
the field, and mountain make demands.
We must mend all, we've devoured.
The sea's cry with hurricanes
'clean cut' mount's with acid disdain,
reseed the planet that we have scoured
with strong hands and hearts, our true task
refill our gifted and earthly cask.
In our hands, God gave the power
to fulfill this great holy geas
if we are to be what's to be.
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In our hands has come the power
much alike are we, all flower,
we must mend all, we've devoured,
reseed the planet that we have scoured
in our hands, God gave the power.
Categories:
clean cut, dedication, faith, god, god,
Form:
Rhyme
I’m gonna re-write my story
Write it in bold letters on iron tablets
See, the past has been reeling me in too many times
Spiraling me inside it’s vortex like a helpless leaf in a storm.
Nights of tearful contemplations, breathless internal fights
Disclosing and admitting fears embedded within me,
Tonight I’m re-writing my story.
See, I may not have started out clean cut and definite, pre-meditated.
I may not have been of good stock
But I look upon the stereotypes with aghast.
For now the small bits and pieces have been stitched together-
And reinforced with strong seams.
Yeah, I may not spell and say words correctly.
I may not put together colors alright,
But inside; The colors match, the words make sense
Tonight, I loosen this rope
Categories:
clean cut, lifewords, may, me,
Form:
Free verse