Best Facial Expression Poems
there's nothing more precious between the two
of us just holding you makes it alright when
I hold you I know a miracle is taken place
I could see it on your facial expression so
so child like so sweet the many words we
share nothing can compare I feel at ease
knowing you are near there holding me to these
are the moments no one can take in my mind
these moments will always stay as time
passes you will grow older but the love I
have for you will never lessen the way I
feel for you grows tighter and tighter with
each hug with each kiss nothing will ever
take the place of this in my arms I will hold
you so strong nothing in this world will ever
go wrong when I hold this child in my arms
tonight all my love I hold so tight
Copyright@July2005
Patricia Jaye
Dusk
A glimpse of the sun's rays
the basis of all life on Earth
But, in the back streets
The cold hands
Face to face
Every breath ...
a tired heart
The pale lips
Your mute words
a changing facial expression
I listening to your thoughts
You strive ...
against freezing wind
One day the journey is over
15/12/2019
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Poem of the Day : 17/12/2019
Deep in the Canadian wilderness she gave birth to four pups,
It was a large dug out hole at the base of a tangled tree;
Her mate for life was out hunting with the pack for deer or elk,
Some wolves remained to protect and guard her.
She was a mottled grey and resembled a domestic dog,
Perhaps a german shepherd or a sled dog but much bigger;
Her paws were huge and she had thick fur to protect her in the cold
But she was so gentle with the pups snuggling them.
As dusk fell she heard her mate's mournful howls in the distance,
She knew his howls, growls and barks from all others;
They were mated for life and this was their first litter of pups,
The pups were blind and defenceless without her.
The pack had been more than thirty-eight wolves until recently,
But farmers had trapped, shot and poisoned many in fear;
And trappers had killed others for their beautiful thick fur,
So these pups were so important to the packs future.
And then he was there in the den with her and nuzzled her neck,
He was taller than she and stronger a truly majestic creature;
Crouching with his ears straightened his facial expression was love,
She moved over so he could join them and all was peace.
In the forest den . . .
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April 1, 2015
Poetry/Verse/In The Forest Den
Copyright Protected, ID 04-659-015-01
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, 100 In A Row - 5
sponsor, PD, Judged
Seventh Place
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Written for the Premier contest, Canis Lupus the Wolf,
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton, Judged 06/2015
First Place
Long was my time of proudly witnessing her endless charms
ability to seed smiles and respect with Southern wiles aplenty.
Then, intrusion of quick insist, in shadowed shift, gave glimpse
of her facial expression failing her known impression and lilt.
Flash lit sad scripts and ego drips, pained my daughter pity adrift.
Each year since, our shared authentic love became more ripped as
she brazenly exposed self-loathing, clothed in superior mode and
attitude maintained by pathetic tries to admire herself in other’s eyes.
“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude” —Unseeking Seeker
the passersby wailed in laughter
with a blink of an eye she sought the here after
prompting hatred she'd rid and had been
gone the sun's soul beaming within
left are the pieces contusion once dealt
exemplification deep purple, blue/black welt
anticipating that it is all in the imagination
innuendo scorns, undertones as intimidation
the nuances of facial expression and body language
an undercurrent hides beneath an open bridge
the windy storm blows farther its opaque steam
whilst whispering mantras gently stream
uttering phonemes begin and she softly chants
deep breaths balm lofty thoughts further enhance
‘I choose and listen how my inner voice druthers,
and not the random opinions of others’
forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds—perfume
on the heel that has crushed it, where sweet aromas loom
Being seen
With poker face
Mistaken
As who does not give a damn
Cool and distant
Unfriendly aura
On the way
With people's stares and whispers
That she is a bad person
That is funny
Why judge
They do not know about her
Alone her name
Little they know
About the experiences and traumas
Mould her this way
No strength to make facial expression
With little energy
Left in her
Only use
This remaining will of hers
To live and face on
It is precious thing
She will keep at all costs
With friends she trusts
And faith she holds to believe
Those who love her
A rare privilege
Seeing her real self
Wild mind
Innocently gives love back
More than she does to herself
Because she feels safe
Knowing there is nothing
That will bring her down
© Sue Sanzz 2020
I thought it was my imagination, when
I saw it coming,
I felt the warm, intimate air, coming closer
And closer and closer into my left side of my face,
I gave him the instance and manner of His presence
What a pleasant activity to termination
His face was contentment,
What a surprise kiss!
My mind was gratified, since I liked
Him first…
My facial expression, show it all, when my
Eyes started an ending blinking,
He motion to my left eye, and wipe the
Frozen tear,
His fellows observe attentively
As he took chocolate in his pocked, and give it to me,
It felt like, it was my first kiss ever…
As we both gave an innocent smile, it was
Indeed.
we danced in the middle of the road,
with no music, only the heartbeat in our hearts present,
pretend like we the only creatures in the planet.
Oh, I was so sad when it was time for me
To go.
if only i can get a second chance to dance with him again,
another chance to kiss, to communicate, to share and to love,
my life would be compete.
another chance to share that feeling none can take away.
Kiss goodbye!
he emotionally kissed my hand,
And motioned his hands with a fake and unpleasing
Goodbye, he was sad,
But we both knew that we’ll see one another,
Soon, before the next flight!
When the car was in motion, he gave me a quick smile
and inner pierce of his beautiful eyes
Kiss goodbye, I smiled
Kiss goodbye I thought
Kiss goodbye, he’s gone
Kiss goodbye it is.
Drinking a bloody mary, he stands aloof.
Not a snob but superior to his trade,
He is a poet of today.
Just look at his attar.
His facial expression tells of his dramatic aura.
Maybe, he is in dramatic internal dialogue.
His attire is appropriate.
He poses as a guru.
A skilled poet devises his next move.
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Penned on December 04, 2014!
New Form (by the Author): Symmetry
This new form is to produce symmetry in
reading conceptually, which means harmony or balance,
such as a poet with a sense of dimension...
You're such a mysterious man
one I just knew I would never understand
but like the sun is to rain
I relate to you in a unique way
After so many years we could not even share a kiss
you didn't get me and I was just too much
but when we asked the other to teach me
I realized this was the beginning of yesterday
It has been so many years without a loving touch
room mates in a big bed who never knew enough
six long years we have been apart
not really connecting on any part
But baby when you listened and I did too
you loved me the way I always needed you to
perfect love makes perfect lovers sharing nothing perfect
I fell so hard for every single touch
Your mouth is so beautiful and took me in a rush
shooting the moon right out of the universe
the most romantic night I have ever known
lost riding comments like horses in rodeos
You amazed me and possibly warped me so
we married at 17 just two little kids
but my darling you loved me like no other man could
your soft hands in my hair and on my face
The way you kissed my neck from here to there
telling me you love me with your beautiful eyes
holding my legs as my pulse began to rise
kissing the palms of my hands turned me on the most
Flipping them over with a gentle touch
tracing my scar that no one else knows
knowing what put it there through years of love
that meant so much to me that you made sure to notice
It was like releasing one of my most painful moments
right inside the palm of my right hand
that was intimacy not many could withstand
I still feel your lips gently kiss it as you look at my facial expression
I woke Sunday morning in your arms loving you again
I am like you I can't wait for tomorrow
you are my epic love God blessed me as I was chosen
Everyone said I was surely glowing
I love the man you became
I love the man you allowed God to make
our nightly prayers and bible study
all adds to this perfect love...
Just rambling on so sorry.
NEVER LET THE LAUGHTER END
(A Poem written in memory of the late great Robin Williams)
Behind the "Nanu nanu"
Behind the "Good Morning Vietnam!"
Behind the "Oh Captain, my Captain!"
Behind the "run-by fruiting"
Behind the "Ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck."
Behind the unique uncompromising
larger than life talent that spoke these words.
Behind the seemingly unstoppable awe inspiring
comedic genius of our time.
Behind the man who
with a single facial expression or a few words
could leave us weakened, breathless,
and teary eyed from laughter.
Behind the brilliant quick thinking comedian
who captured our hearts and souls
in the rapture of a chaotic form of humor
that never failed to eclipse expectation.
Behind this kind endearing well loved soul
who touched so many with his presence
was a man haunted by a demon
that many still refuse to accept or acknowledge.
Behind the echoes of laughter and makeup
of our most prolific clowns
there can exist a sadness so deep and profound
as to be beyond tears reach.
Behind any door standing just out of our view
could be a beast called depression laying in wait
to steal the laughter from our ears and the joy from our hearts.
Clock ticking like crazy while my teacher is explaining
Scribbling on my paper during the time that is remaining.
Watching the clock religiously as if time would speed up
the teacher takes a sip from his big blue coffee cup.
Due to his monotony I have no idea what hes speaking about.
as he writes on the white board I try to tune him out.
Interrupted while thinking about what lunch is today
my teacher asks about the topic and if I have anything to say.
He stares at me rudely as a smirk spreads on his face
I know hes secretly excited that he gets to put me in my place.
I stutter as I try to remember what exactly he was asking
I wouldn't be in this dilemma if I was good at multitasking.
Press my lips together and hope the bell will ring
but I feel as helpless as a baby bird with a broken wing.
Maybe my facial expression will make the teacher think I'm pondering
even though he knows this whole time my mind has been wandering.
Teacher bows his head in complete and utter frustration
I knot my eyebrows together in false concentration.
The teacher clears his throat but its not heard very well
because at this moment I have been saved by the bell!
My Dad often said, "children should be seen and not heard!"
So my sister, brother and I would sit before him not saying a word
We stare at him and mimic his each and every action
Trying to stifle our giggles while trying to get a reaction
He yawn and three children would yawn in quick succession
Three sets of raised eyebrows mimicking his facial expression
He sniff, change positions, lick his lips or scratch his arm
Three quiet little monkeys copycatting with unique charm
This would go on for quite some time until Dad could take no more
In a booming voice he say, "get upstairs" and we'd dash to the second floor
We barely make it up the stairs before collapsing in fits of laughter
Elated we elected a response from dad, the triumph we were after
After we exhausted ourselves of giggles and could keep a straight face
Down the stairs we go and once again in front of him we take a place
We could tell Dad was also doing his best not to smile and to snicker
The game would begin anew, until laughter threatened to flicker.
EPITOME APOTHEOSIS
Glory Glory
Does she answer to us to bring peace in our world?
You know men are now participants of a new recreation.
Gay sex is prone more than smoking marijuana in the sixties (60s).
They call it getting to know themselves through the quality or state of being sexual.
They say the old adage is for human sexuality to overwhelm homosexuals.
This manifests the most through... pro-sports.
The athlete does not mind being... horsed.
Growing up down South crafted her life.
In that the broken tumbleweeds leave the meadow in midair tolerating the wind until tumbleweeds no longer are there,
A Mississippi child’s insight manifests.
Twisting the mind, they want a woman to observe them.
Facial expression is that this is the newfangled way to intensify your sex drive…
Watching me turn him out makes your womanhood come alive.
Why lessen your pleasure by denying what you feel inside?
The exodus to the North found a fool’s game.
The world became a male’s domain.
As heterosexual women desire heterosexual men, they found all were doing other things.
Insight manifests as epitome apotheosis.
A Mississippi child begins to address this.
In that the broken tumbleweeds leave the meadow, the quintessence of accepting is not a bed pillow.
It is a head messed with.
Might it be loss of self-respect and principles?
Does this mean the world is changing the norms of a greater source?
Gay sex is the new recreation in which man states is the true mental sport.
He is not the homosexual only rising his ******** to persuade the experience of sex.
Might he laugh aloud to say… “A woman will include her-self or she will wish she had".
"This is a male’s domain and that is the truth as is”.
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Written August 09, 2016!
Colour fill reality,
Value Equality,
Take reasonability,
Praise others with impassion,
Don't worry about impression,
although you do take it into consideration.
This world wouldn't be the same,
Without your name.
Anyone can make a change,
You can as well.
Maybe not as a single individual
but as a Group or just a dual.
No Need to be defined as normal.
Remember :Team work is essential.
Create a interface, on this surface,
Keep on a happy facial expression fixed
Not by force but by own want.
Don't be afraid to smile to a different race.
Think with inference,
Don't stop perseverance,
Strongly stick to your
Personal circumference,
Choose your own preference.
Always confidently pronounce,
To evoke positive representance.
Reading from a man`s mind “facial expression “
‘My face my shuttered face’
His face tells more than a mouth could tell
‘My face tears running down my face’
It tells out more than you can read from his heart
‘My heart a bleeding heart’
For a man is a reserved creature where emotions are hidden
‘My emotions when love is involved’
For loving is caring and kind as is
“A gift from above a gift from God “
So are the feelings that present what it reads in heart
‘My heart that trust my heart fear disappointment’
The feeling of loving is the feeling of longing
‘I am longing for a soul mate a true friend’
For a man has lost a rib in the beginning for creation of a soul mate
‘Yes he lost one rib for a reason to create... The one and only’
And yes the feeling of loving is a feeling of reclaiming back thy creation to make a man complete.
Surviving the times of loneliness is like walking on a desert
‘A desert of no hope with high temperatures’
Yes a desert of no hope where a man can’t live for long without water
‘And yes brave men do’ to reclaim their belonging
He will survive thy temperatures “forever “he will love thy creation
“Neither” will he hurt nor lie to her
As he walks through the desert he think about her, he sees her face even though never met her, his face is wet as tears of joy running down his face
But he still continues even though there is no hope for water along the way
As tears and sweat run down his face and body he hopes to meet a true creature made out of his rib, few more steps going ahead he smiles he feels complete then he sings” “He wishes for love not tears of blood from a broken heart”
Tears of blood fall from a broken heart
A man never wish to separate from thy creation
for he wish to hold on "forever"
"never “do he wish to part ways with thy loved one
”Say you love me, look in the eye and make a promise”
“Please don’t leave me please don’t hurt me”
“Your tender touch, a soft kiss”
“things about you I enjoy most”
“as I often cry when I’m with you deep down I smile and tears of joy falling down my face “