Best Pimple Poems
Red mountains on my face
With stretch marks at the base
Yellow cream makes it double bump
I hate when I smile with the lump
Well well well, everything swells
Insecurities are everything that I can tell,
Eye to eye, nose to nose with a mask, I guest
The only thing I can do for now, my best
Midnight snacks I can’t sleep without these
Nuts plus exams and stress with a twist
But the evidence remains, keep me silent
Oh, crush, my love give me love, I will lend
I try all the magic to make them gone, disappear
All the rituals, secrets, potion just not let them to appear
But as usual, again and again, connect the dots, Polaris, constellation
Still looking forward for the best solution
Mirror mirror on the wall
When these marks start to fall
How can I face my problem, if my problem is on my face?
From Above, I want my head again to chin me up,
With confidence
Ouch it hurts, when they struck a word of bullying
Ouch it hurts, I squeeze it again, and there is another one
Another trace,
Well I wrote a poem about my wife
But she said, "If you post it you die"
I said, "Don't worry babe you can count on me"
But she should have known that I lie
She had this pimple on the tip of her nose
And I couldn't help but stare
She thought I was listening to her every word
'Cause she didn't know it was there
Now that monster had me hypnotized
I even forgot how to blink
It looked at me with those come hither eyes
And I swear I saw it wink
Well that night we went out to dinner
To an all you can eat buffet
Before we left she said, "How do I look?"
But I didn't know what to say
Now the waiter was truly mesmerized
And my wife still none the wiser
She thought it was rude when he asked her politely
"Would you nose like an appetizer?
She excused herself to powder her nose
At least that's what she said
But when she got back, she had fire in her eyes
And said, "When we get home you're dead"
Well that pimple finally faded away
But my wife won't let me forget
I think she knows that I posted this poem
'Cause she's still not over it yet
On Pimple Pond
Pocked, our dreams spurt from cabin walls.
Woolen cover and cotton pillow catch
pin point boils from day breaking, like pitted glass.
White pebbled path meanders the hill’s cheek,
wet from being squeezed by nights cold hard hands,
to where set-tables will not wait our scrubs,
pastes and pleas for clarity like hot egg whites.
Yawns pop-jaws hinged under waxy ears.
We pass the lake and spit the dregs of sleep
onto her smooth glassine mask.
At the mess ladybugs rest, on pickle-surfaced leaves,
decline to fly. We arrive for breakfast.
One hundred-twenty faces come to bond
And maybe find a friend on pimple pond.
Life is a cradle
Life is an unhappy child
Life is a pimple with pus
Life is a speeding bus!
Pimples? Banana is the key,
You see no monkey with hickey.
On her unfortunate face,
Expanding with grace;
A tyrant of a pimple,
Looking to be simple…
But with cohorts, an ample,
Intending her young skin to rumple
And her peace crumple:
All- too- overshadowed her dimple.
She saw an ample pimple
that can pass for a dimple
it's not so simple to smash
a pimple that looks like a dimple
but it wasn't a dimple; it was a definite pimple
that's not so easily smashed ,'cause it's not a simple pimple!
Copyright McCuen 2008
He was born a full cripple,
Who is now causing ripple,
Unleashed shock waves a triple;
Soon to catch some disciple...
As cripple had sucked nipple,
Fed flesh fifty times supple:
'The most blessed cripple'—Sample
Mum's testimonies —Ample...
Of his mother's eyes—Apple
Though on his body Dapple
And the redness of maple...
At twelve could his mates cripple,
Rash harsh orders give people.
"To rupture it is simple:
Quickly take off my pimple!"
Do you all know Theodore Thimple
On his nose he had a big pimple
We all joked and teased it
So he poked and squeezed it
Most efforts are never that simple