Best Jawline Poems

I clasp your hand the moment I realise I will fall alone
You grit your teeth in anger holding me as I dangle there
Your jawline is...

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Was as thin as a scarecrow, Though he had no straw hat
Though he thought himself as decent, no one else had thought that 
He was...

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I look at you and wonder, I wonder if they know,
If they look beyond the show, the ponytail afro,
the tatts, the kicks, the cloud of...

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His eyes dilated and
I saw beads of sweat gather
on the tip of his nose.
His jawline was clenched 
and his fingers were fidgeting.
Did I say something...

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Bruce

A lumbering man, 
audibly achily, stepped to the
floor’s center.
Had there been a spotlight, he’d’a shone.

His arms unfurled.
His hips spun.
His soles, silent
as he padded here,
then twisted...

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Hotel terraces art nouveau  ironwork  and  interiors
Mother of pearl cufflinks painters actors musicians
Scooters racing around an antiquity filled Italian city
Mediterranean charm "How...

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My love for you is a tasteless agony
A single shroud thrown over the rest of me 
As I tip toe the path of masochism it...

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He remains stalwart, though his eyes be dim
tales of the sea define him, some grim
his face etched like a weathered map, a compass
pointing between light...

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She never thought this would happen.

She broke protocol. She never thought 
that she 

would fall in love with a man at all. But it's 
fifteen...

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A reflection of a woman in the mirror I do see.
A face graced with wrinkles stares right back at me.

Her appearance looks tired and worn...

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Probably the sun has risen a little less,
Or so the winds are breathing high.
Maybe the day didn’t end well,
Or it hasn’t started yet.

I could wait...

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Why is it that beauty dies young?
The forest fire claims the young oak.

If only she could see herself as he,
If only she could feel her...

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I remember back when I was young. I was a difficult kid who spoke outta tongue. 
Now I got a song that has to be...

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I am not meloncoly or a snob . 
Just shy and demoner.
I am not phychotic or frigid.
For a fire smolders below.

I am not a witch...

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The large, bright Winter moon shone it's heavenly light over and out amongst the snow-covered city. The city was large, the city was noisy. It...

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