Best Fingernails Poems

Big Sur Jade Cabochon

Broken from off underwater cliffs
Slowly pushed by tides and currents
Found by me during a low tide
While searching along Jade Cove
In Los Padres National Forest
Cut into quarter to half-inch slabs
The cut again into an octagon
The octagon grinds down to an oval
A flat surface...

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That ether of life from which human beings and dreams are made of, 
covers my fingertips as if scratching the universe and making some stars fall from their obscure space, 
it drips as rigglets forming poodles at my feet, 
as every dream that fell at...

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Other women’s fingernails are styled, painted, decorated, clipped and buffed.
Movie star-type nails.
With little stars, stripes, polka dots, dainty designs for the seasons even.
My nails are not these.
My nails are chipped, not clipped.
I cannot stand the sound of a fingernail file.
You know how chalkboard scratching hurts...

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Fingernails begin to grow
When babies are in utero
And keep on growing ‘til we die
Though some appear to death-defy.

A person’s nails can help reveal
Why someone’s lacking in appeal;
For those not clean or way too long
Will advertise there’s something wrong.

To know what makes a person tick
Take note...

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Bloody fingernails
By my own distress
Carve at your brand-new door
Since you’ve removed yourself from ours
You forgot something
Here, dry yourself off
You look wet from the sadness
I’m actually listening
But I just don’t care
You’re a liar, a thief
And I’m glad you don’t live here...

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Her fingernails were ripe with season
Upon her hands she displayed a colour of cherry bomb
Long lusterous shiny laquered cherry bob fingernails
Squared off in fashion
The owner had bold yet delicate sensual hands
Long slender fingers
Donning olive skin
Her hands were the bomb
A hand model for the Ones of...

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I see the fingernails of a nine-year-old boy
at the end of my hands
They make me laugh.
How did he get them away from me?
And how did he reattach them?...

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FINGERNAILS-Monsieur L'Vampyre
That tap-tap-tapping--how I loath it still,
though surely she's been laid among the dead--
and put there by my own design and will
to end the tapping she put in my head.

Those curs-ed nails--they brought my lunacy,
and slowly through the years, drove me insane,
and though I pleaded...

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When your fingernails are excruciatingly dirty
filthy even
rather disgusting
it means one of these things:
you are a gardener 
You understand and enjoy dirt therapy
Or you are one of those people
Who is dunked into a bathtub 
once or twice a week wailing and screaming
Luckily I am both...

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I don't know the what
In the what of to do
I'm stunned into stillness
Cloaked by the clouds
The sun shields from me
Veiled are views 
Whispers inaudible 
Making afraid
It's the diary of
The diary of...
Perhaps just the mist
That enabled the weather
The link in the chain
That held strong the tether
Rain...

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Come see my nails the excited young woman said
I went though I had a wet towel on my head
We were in the beauty shop, with faces red
Baby fish were in her nails. How could they be fed?

I was so horrified, I wanted to leave right...

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There was an old man from Missouri.
Biting his nails, he tended to worry. 
Taping his fingers to stop the bad habit,
he switched to candy wherever he could grab it,
and once he was full, he always got purry....

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We look at the clean, perfect face,
feel that smoothness
against the backs of our fingers,
long to stroke it with our fingertips,
place our lips against it, sniff, rub gently.
That was yesterday.

Today, fingernails dig
into a scab on that skin.
Try to pull it off that face, let out blood?
Do...

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Look at my nails! She said. Are they fabulous or what?
Or what, I thought, but I lied and said “fabulous.”
I could do your nails, she offered.
I wondered if she could dig all the dirt out of them first.
Or if she would put so many layers...

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