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 rock hard, the veins on your head popping out,
You are breathing in and out in desperate fear of losing me
But your lightening, determined eyes shoot through me and say,
"Damn it all!
I love you
I will never let you go"
The mountain's edge falls around me and below us
But I will not look down
Gravity is pissed
With all of my strength I hurl my shoulder upwards so that my other hand clasps your arm
You pull me up to safety and draw me into your fiery embrace
Nothing will take us but each other...
I know this and sob in your arms
I have never fallen so in love with you
In that moment when death was so close
From here, we will rise
Kiss me relentlessly through all destruction,
You have taught me that
Every mountain will fall before us
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 smoke,
the smile, the eyes, the jawline, the stroke,
do they see you beyond the thoughts you provoke...
ummmm I wonder....do they really know.
How big your heart is, how awesome you are,
a good friend, a good man, a rock, a star,
Genuine, unique, a man apart,
right from the start, you're book and street smart.
A dope human being, Im proud of you son,
high-five ya mom and step-dad, on a job well done!
You might think it's too much, like I'm putting it on thick,
but I promise you son, I keep it real, I keep it lit,
not riding yo ish, not built that way,
shoot from the hip, the only way I play,
so remember this day, you inspired me kid,
you win, so I write, and dust off my pen.
You give me hope, the future is not lost,
the youth has promise, you shine like a boss.
I see you, see me, with you I'm myself,
can't be captured by a camera, or measured by wealth.
you go out your way to help others, even stop what your doing,
to lend a hand to those in need when no one's looking,
so glad that I know you, an individual so true,
so glad that I know, if they only knew.
You're the type of guy that turns the greatest into a fan,
yes I'm the president, and you are the man,
You're the type of friend you answer for in the middle of the night,
ride or die type of friend, yea you got that right,
and if you ever ask the question, the answer is freakin right!!
Alll day, afternoon, and all night!!!!
For some lucky girl, you're a dream come true,
Not perfect, but solid, dependable, that's you.
If they only saw the layers, or the levels that I do,
if they only knew, or had a freakin clue.....
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 wrong?
What have I done?
I love this man.
With one swing I was floating,
my back greeted the floor.
I smelt the rubber of his shoe.
as it met my jaw, and I felt it,
as it blacked my stomach.
Did I say something wrong?
What have I done?
I love this man but,
it’s a lie. He will do it again.
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 do you like your breakky?"
Feeling faint she lay on the comfortable chintz couch
And began to doze off to sleep...two cherubs red hair
Sea-green eyes turned up frecked nose sniffed air
Clove cigarettes perfume of sandalwood musk rose
Fresh strawberries slithered onto his awaiting lap
Beautifully chiselled shaven jawline elegantly poised
Handsome blue eyes dazzled like secret treasures
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 and shadows, thin.
A broken nose belies his youth, most zealous
once brash and bold, defiant and rebellious
his black hair, bright eyes and jawline, strong
now tempered with white beard, grays and yellows.
His past has logged a journal of high adventures
stormy life, lost loves, foolishness and treasures
he navigates his emotions with a stoic demeanor
yet his telling face and eyes reveal more than ever.
Written on 6/7/2022
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 only brings me closer to you
Because I don't believe that the bottle would bring the pleasure of damage that it used to
Your eyes are cement and storm clouds
And you yourself are fresh black ink smeared on the paper with tears and rain
I am unable to see through you
It is nearly impossible to read you
You do not allow me to see your pain
Constant restraint
I am the frigid mist that surrounds you at night
The solemn phantom that watches you while you sleep
The cold hand tracing your jawline and stealing the occasional empty, atmospheric kiss
The tense air on your lips
When you sometimes awake
I disintegrate before you can catch a glimpse of my face
Yet once, I believe, you were too quick for me
Finally you could see
The lone white essence watching over you
Realization spreads across your face
And as I fade away,
You smile apologetically
Before you fall back into your dreams
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 with time.
I survey her face as her eyes meet mine.
Her hair is white and her skin is saggy.
Her jawline and neck appear drooping and baggy.
Who is this this lady in the mirror that I see.
Is this old lady supposed to be me ?
I feel no connection to this person at all.
She seems so frail, she looks so small.
My body is able and my mind is clear.
I am learning new things and growing each year.
I can jog round the park, I can dance till I drop.
I can sprint up a hill till I reach the top.
I can go on a trip and spend all day walking.
I can stay up all night with my friends, just talking.
I can work a full shift then come home and clean my house.
Then I'll cook dinner for me and my spouse.
I take care of my family, they don't take care of me.
I am agile I am healthy, I am still young inside you see.
In my mind I imagine myself to be 20 or so.
The reflection in the mirror is a woman I don't know.
The image portrays an illusion, it does not depict me.
Inside is a girl who is adventurous, full of life, vibrant and free
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 years
to late and she's already a wife and a
mother. To a beautiful
husband and daughter who she adores
and smothers.
This was not supposed to happen but it
did. He was
supposed to be her next victim but instead
she married
him and had a kid. She found the love of
her life and now
she doesn't know what to do. She's like a
fish out of water.
Conflicted, lost and without a clue. She
loves his dark coffee
brown eyes and the structure of his
jawline. She love's the golden
olive tone of his skin and the shape of his
behind. She loves that he
cooks her breakfast every morning and
massages her back when she
comes from work. She loves kissing every
section of his body and how
he enjoys watching her twerk. When he's
away at his naval base. She
loves how she can hold her daughter and
see her husband through her
child's face. He was supposed to be her
next victim. But love conquered all.
She couldn't bring herself to kill him. To
pull the trigger and watch him fall.
She knows that she has a lot to answer
for. The heinous murders she's
committed in the past. But as she waits
for her judgement day. She is
determined to make the marriage with her
baby last.
She warms my heart
I'm not sure how
She lights a fuse
And soon.. kerpow!
My love it swells
Her voice
Like angels' clanging bells
She wakes me up
I feel alive
Her face a feast
On which I thrive
Such lovely jawline
Perfect skin
Her posture
Perfect mannequin
I love her walk
I love her clothing
Find something wrong?
I see no thing
Her curves delight
We chat so long
Into the night
Her arms entwine
Her hands just beauty
In beastly mine
I've never liked someone like this
My heart beat falters
As lips I kiss
Balcony we sit
As shoulders touch
I like this girl
Says boy
So much
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 or an ice queen.
You must coax a pearl from an oyster.
When you wade in to the waters of my soul.
Gently touch that no-name place along the jawline and the neck.
Worry your lips upon mine
Kiss me so soft so enflamed with passion that the ambers of that fire
lifts from a dark place inside me.
Trace the outline of my neck with soft touchs of this velvet.
Use every part of yourself to request that sacred gift.
Take you hand and paint the outline of my body with the ease and grace
of a painter upon his canvas.
Coloring my soul with oranges and yellows, hues of desire.
Raise the hair on my body with you drawing heavy breath. '
Nibble earlobes, bite my lower lip. For there is a direct connection from "a" to "b."
Watch me as this gift is unwrapped inch by inch, devour my every move with you eyes.
Let my coos be music to your ears.
Touch my silken skin which you crave, as an addict never satified.
The scent of my womanness the taste of my desire is feast offered to you my king.
Show me a tender hand in this time we share.
Allow me to drink you up, parched thirst never quenched.
Still think that I am an Ice Queen... Come hither and I will show more.
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 till the eternal seas,
To see that incredible smile,
To touch those little fingers,
To feel those fragrant breathes.
Surprise, excitement and anxiety around,
Little did I show, as
Unceasing smile she empowered.
I could gaze her mesmerising eyes,
But I am scared to drown.
Also I am scared,
To lose what’s shared.
Her jawline is worth caressing,
And so that exhilarating power,
Hands in hand and yet am scared,
To lose what’s shared.
I promise and forget,
The laws to inhale,
Since I can’t resist those
Friendly (but not so friendly) stares.
I could stay up all night to see her sleep,
All I can’t accept… is to lose what’s shared..
Is to lose what’s shared !!
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 sung. Wish I could go back when the school bell rung.
When you age it's only about money. Regret not going because, my nose was runny.
What bills is next the cable, or internet? Get my school work done then I'll be set.
There's so much on my plate no free time. Rainy days we would play in mud and grime.
These words and, dreams are all that's left. Gloating about my jawline, my unique cleft.
Now I worry if I will survive another rent? I'm dead broke and the moneys spent.
At least I can be happy inside this mind. Don't regret the childhood can never rewind.
My bodies unhealthy need to take my med. From inside this stomach. My kidney bled. No more soda and take away the beer. Dad needs stick around to hold my boy dear.
Oh how I hate being trapped inside the prisoners den. For you my son I'll always win.
Oh how I hate being trapped inside the prisoners den. For you my son I'll always win.
I'll shall never fall shall never cave. Just promise me. You'll never be a used up slave.
I'll shall never fall shall never cave. Just promise me. You'll never be a used up slave.
I give my all everything I possibly can. Kid your going to grow into a upstanding man.
Don't let this world tell you no you can't. It's something society will try and, plant.
There gonna tell you this is how it has to be. Forget there ideas form a beautiful tree.
Your first job won't be the only. Kick them to the curb say you will never own me.
Your my child you came from me. I already know the greatness that they will see.
Do this for yourself and not for me. Unlock your mind and, set those dreams free!
Oh how I hate being trapped inside the prisoners den. For you my son I'll always win.
Oh how I hate being trapped inside the prisoners den. For you my son I'll always win.
I'll shall never fall shall never cave. Just promise me. You'll never be a used up slave.
I'll shall never fall shall never cave. Just promise me. You'll never be a used up slave.
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 beauty.
Her one true love, the arts,
Stories told with the dip of a brush.
But in her mind,
Jawline fractures, cuts and bruises,
Stencil her face ugly; she has been robbed
He saw her as the leaves,
All shapes and colors of emotion,
Bound to a tree, strong everyday,
At the top of the hill.
She saw herself as soil,
That which lay beneath our feet;
Dirty and unworthy.
All he wanted was to enlighten her to her reflection,
Show her the fairness that resonated as the pigment in her skin.
She could not see through the veil; Travesties of her father,
His words intangible as the wind,
She denied him; Oxygen to the flame.
Now this tree stands alone, burning.
She would never know the soil she saw so unworthy,
It was fertile, allowing life to take form.
All he wanted was for her to understand her beauty,
To show her her image.
But his words remain intangible as the wind;
And soil holds no reflection.
Sanmati, my angel, has decorated jawline.
Aside puts cold anger and does repine
Negative things in her life, but always supine
Merry things about the wide world divine.
Against me or her things she despise saline.
Tough tenderness she got for me in palatine,
Ignoring angry love or a speck on her tine
Jot down related things like family of feline.
Almighty may support her in future design
Illustrating Triumph and Failure, outshine
Nebo by her sweet behavior saccharine.
I say that I'm in love with your jawline
I tell those cheekbones they're special
But at night I catch myself thinking about those eyes.
Those eyes
Those eyes
Those beautiful eyes.
I could swear to any part of you that I love it, my heart doesn't lie.
Would your shoulders turn cold towards me if only they knew
Would your lips and breasts refuse my kisses if they somehow found out that I was untrue
The prospect turns me blue
Like a tube of Elmers glue
But those eyes are the reason why I'm so stuck on you