Best Unshaven Poems

The cares of the world waft away like
the vague images of a forgotten dream  
when he climbs into bed beside me.  

And my comfort is found in the warmth 
of a slight up-curved smile relaxing across 
an unshaven face tickling me with a
hundred...

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Perhaps I was half asleep.
I always felt drowsy at night.
I sensed her warm body snuggling near me.
She put her head on my shoulders.
Her cuddles sent me to seventh heaven.
I only hoped she did not mind
The stubble on my unshaven face.
Still I was elated when as...

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Grandpa

a kind face
 
skin leathery and creased from years of working in the sun
 
long jowls like a basset hounds
 
sad droplet eyes
 
always a slight aroma of beer
 
brown wrinkled callous palms
 
dirt-stained fingernails were evidence of an old man’s toil
 
a blue plaid...

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Its the arthritic loving hands round the stubborn slipper 
 a dry kiss in the morn an unshaven face touching mine 
 the window seat with a view that makes the heart stir 
 love is many things to many people and that is fine...

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The little imp bawled lustily
as it lay in its perambulator
there by the water fountain
in a secluded garden
right in the middle of a concrete jungle,
disturbing my elevated thoughts
that churned and churned inside my mind
on how to kill those pesky flies
that infested my rundown abode.
 
It was...

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The Secret

Blood red eyes
Tears flowing down unshaven cheeks
Lungs straining for breath
Holding in words that should be spoken
The pain becomes unbearable
As the darkness gathers around
The loneliness fills the soul
No one to talk to
No one to share a secret with
Senses die in the dark
Unaware of what is...

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On a train going south on business
For what seemed an eternity,
I chanced upon a memorable man
Who changed the path of my destiny

He was itinerant to look at
With tatty coat and shabby shoes,
An unshaven face, his hair unkempt
And string, as a belt on his ‘trews’

He boarded...

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Alms For The Poor

~~~~~~ The Clever Beggar ~~~~~~

The not so old beggar stood 
before me,with outstretched 
arms and a sadden stare
He ask me for sixty-five cent

He was working this side of the street
I started to dig up the amount he requested
when he ask me if...

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for F. A.

You, in going a little way from yourself
Have gone a long way from my gullible ilk.
« I’m trying hard not to like you, » you said
The breaths of several men surging in your nostrils
And the stench abraded in your flesh :
« You are...

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Staring in the mirror when I'm down with these scissors I found. 
With my wrists out and prescription lids littered around. 
I've scribbled out a bitter letter in wicked accounts and written down twisted sentences in crimson. 
I drown in no bounds it got me...

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Sadness weeps not for itself
rather from broken windows of a child
where each piece lay by the tracks of despair
where unshaven shadowed men slept in bushes...waiting
to board tomorrow in their continuous circle of failure 

it is the broken sidewalk
felt by little feet, through the holes of...

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He walked slowly by my house,
His face unshaven, expression cold,
It sent chills up my spine to look at him,
And then he turned and gazed at me with eyes so bold.

I wanted to run but I was frozen in place,
My fingers were tingly, my head spinning,
He...

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Watching you struggle,
 With the demons you hold,
Ignoring the life’s lessons,
 And all you’ve been told.
Shuffled and dank,
You appear out of sorts,
 Unsteadily perched,
 Rocking; back and forth.
Eyes of distain glaring about,
Moans of displeasure,
As if there was doubt.
Selfish, and subtle,
Ingesting such filth,
Silent surrender,
Of body; and...

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The Minstrel

	In a doorway, squatting, strumming out of tune
	There sits a minstrel, gazing whilst he plays
	A string of chords, discordant in their mix
	Combining all his thoughts of better days.
	Unshaven, threadbare, clothed as once he did
	Before some unexpected fall from grace,
	So now he plays life’s thoughts...

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Earth is sleeping. It is dreaming in silent 
technicolour peaceful and alone, calm and
gentle without the tragic crush of mankind

and its usual stampede. Nature noticed it
slowly - having time to stretch, to breathe,
to open its eyes wide and bright and luscious

away from smoke steam and...

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