Best Neck Poems

Susie Lee done fell in love.
She planned to marry Joe.
She was so happy 'bout it all,
She told her pappy so.

Pappy told her, Susie Gal,
You'll have to find another.
I'd just as soon yore ma don't know,
But Joe is yore half brother.

So Susie put aside her Joe,
And...

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The Doll Collection



The necklace scattered: all into little pieces
Another quiet doll for my collection
I twisted her throat until her eyes shown dead
Into the night they stare so very red

I stand her up, on a small doll chair
Crafted with loving hands that freed her from breathing...

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Behold the neck of a giraffe
Long enough to make you laugh
Can stretch over the fence in zoo
To find munchy leaves to chew
Of it's length I'm not even half!...

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For those concerned of my muse
My red neck proverbs,  please don’t refuse,

If those considered to be, of lesser degree,
Could gain confidence in themselves,  to see,

Refusing to be put down by some carnal mind,
Thank you! My love in my heart is fine,
Rather! It’s the...

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I'm very happy I found this site,
PoetrySoup.com is a lot of fun,
I spend so much time on the computer now
I have time for no other one...

It's a rush, a blast, a challenge...
I'll love it till I die...
Only one thing troubles me,
And that's the reason why..

I...

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Adam's Apple

                                    her sin as a woman

   ...

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I can visualize you on your side, sleeping
Gently, I lift the hair from your shoulders
To expose the nape of your neck
It whispers, quietly sings a sensual song
My lips gently touching your skin, we dance
My tongue ventures into the valley
The nape of your neck, indented, erotic
Eyes...

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I wear a cross around my neck,
To show the world I'm a Christian,
I wear a cross around my neck,
It shows my faith in God,
Even though the world is in utter chaos,
I will always show my love 
For my God in Heaven,
The cross to me is...

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I have a long neck like a giraffe.
When people see me, they laugh.
My neck makes me twelve feet tall.
I actually make Goliath look small.

People's laughter no longer bothers me.
But I do get mad when people think that I eat the leaves on trees.
As I walk...

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A long neck giraffe,
I saw at the zoo.
And I wished my head
could be up high, too!


Daddy, I asked,
Why is my neck so small?
I want a giraffe's neck,
long and tall.

Then I could touch
the sky so blue,
just like the giraffe's
with his neck-tall view.

I need a neck stretcher.
Daddy,...

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Limericks crochetés : All the trappings of the rough-neck cult

All the trappings of the rough-neck cult
Baby-faced blond Aryans exult
Under star-striped umbrella
State seal insignia
Some Dad yells « OUT », muscle-men catapult

Can SUN also set in the Wild West
Where the cash – the Man says – will...

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As naked (neck: kiss and caress amorously)
 
it started with a hungry look
he knows i am asking for it
he could see i wanted his hands
all over me
and long to see his body over mind
so i say it this way

come into my far gone longing eyes
save...

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This is a story that goes back some twenty years
To when with the Special Olympics I did volunteer
I worked with the older Olympians who were kind of rough
Caring for them by other volunteers was a job just too tough.

They were sixteen through eighteen and didn’t...

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 Knotted in the Dance

Our eyes in a silent promise locked, 
the way only stranger's can.
Perhaps foretelling of lover's, unfrocked,
langoured and breathless ran. 

You, I think, blushed in surprise,
though I really don't remember.
For I, like a thief rushed window pried,
saw only endless splendor.

Your face laying...

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Heat Lightening
by Michael R. Burch

Each night beneath the elms, we never knew
which lights beyond dark hills might stall, advance,
then lurch into strange headbeams tilted up
like searchlights seeking contact in the distance . . .

Quiescent unions . . . thoughts of bliss, of hope . ....

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