Your smile like morning flowers
Your nails like dripping blood
Diving deep into Your smile
Swallow each and every moment
I love they way you bite your lip
The moment You realize I made it thick
The meal I give to you today
I gratefully devour thy
Your taste like raspberries in summers heat
Your my favourite little treat
I have made a mess in your garden
Let me plant some seeds again
People can be lovely and delightful
nasty and pretty damn right spiteful ...
Remember to catch your tongue because not everyone understands where your coming from
You see , I know you, my beautiful daughter
You have a wonderful moral conpass too
You light up a delightful face even though they may seem the few
Please stop biting at those that treat you bad , its their disgrace and not worth your job , try to be happy try to be glad
Next time it happens and it will , its the nature of the public to be rude , their ill
Walk away my love
Walk away, bite your lip , dont say a word
Its not worth it
The candles flicker, set the mood,
A night for love, a touch so rude.
You steal a kiss, I tease and gleam,
Tonight, my love, we’ll make you scream.
The wine is poured, the lights are low,
You whisper things that make me glow.
Your hands explore—a wicked dream,
Tonight, my love, we’ll make you scream.
The chocolate melts on my tongue,
A taste so sweet yet far too young.
You bite your lip—oh, how obscene,
Tonight, my love, we’ll make you scream.
New Voices Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina Mcintosh
A world of glass lived in by a buncha boys with rocks.
Fighting over es and whos got the bigger cocks.
What ya end up with is lonely and a foot full of broken glass.
Wishing ya had a ride but can’t afford the gas.
Limping home alone no girl by your side
Your ego got the best of you unable to swallow your pride.
Why is it the things we want most are the easiestly lost?
And come with the biggest penalties and come with the biggest cost.
Why are feelings such a vulnerable thing?
Play with someone’s emotions with words like a puppet on a string?
How come we don’t replace the thin glass houses we encase our selves with with brick.
Because you can’t see sarcasm or hear their soft words if the walls aren’t transparent or too thick.
So your left with a decision bite your lip or speak your peace.
Because sayin or doin the wrong thing will leave ya looking for a new glass house to acquire on lease.
And a new person to find whose walls ya can either build up or turn to shards.
It’s all fair love and war gotta make the best hand possible no matter how ty the cards.
As I was walking down the road
I saw an ugly fat brown toad
He said don’t stand upon a nick
They say you’ll turn into a stick
I screwed my face up in distaste
And ran away in confused haste
There sitting on a wall
Was a short little man with bat and ball
He said don’t run you may just trip
You’ll scuff your knees and bite your lip
I gave my head a little dip
Then skipped all the way to school.
Outside the cottage
Serene with dew on a leaf
And a few petals breed
A mosquito matches across the ear
You whip your hand in the air
You clasp the dragon
And grind your fingers
Like a serpent at it
wringing a kill
You bite your lip
you almost bleed
Veins popping
Tears foaming
You breath out for it
Then feel a pinch
The mosquito
had long landed
Right behind your palm
Sucking the succulent meal
Sometimes that is life
You wait again
you plot again
Walking round the room
like a witch in the night.
I adore the way you make me feel
How you open every door
I adore the way you speak
So soft, so slow, so sweet
I adore the way you calm me down
Comfort me through my pain
I adore the way you think
So deep, so true, so concrete
I adore the way you bite your lip
When there’s something on your mind
I adore you my darling, for you are very kind
The happiness in the little things you find
And if you think how much I adore you
And what this love is all about
Here’s my written proof
So you wouldn’t be in doubt!
12.2.22
~
If I call you beautiful…
Do flowers bloom within your worried eyes
surrounding you with color, with thoughts
Looking past the mirror to that place you have been,
that you long to be again
Do you bite your lip,
looking within, seeking past the darkness,
subconsciously smoothing the ruffles of your dress,
shuffling your feet a bit
Do memories flood your mind
of days before lipstick and eye shadow,
when cute was as common as wrinkled nose smiles,
playing inside or out were your choices
Do you roll your eyes and sigh,
describing a portrait that only you can see,
a mirage of impressions you have collected,
stored away in that file you reach for regularly
Do you brand me blind or crazy at least,
point to that one tiny blemish you know of,
turn and walk away kicking dust as you go,
shutting the door in disbelief
Or do you see your reflection in my eyes
the woman that you are to me,
hear the affection in my voice, the truth
and wrinkle your nose once more and say, “I love you”
It's better that you bite your lip,
Than to speak with words that slander.
They could defame someones good name,
So, choose all your words with candour.
Where loose tongues quickly let words slip,
Let time itself give you more scouth.
Such prudence will not go amiss,
For a fly does not enter a closed mouth.
Scouth. Opportunity.
8 / 28 / 2019.
Bite your lip
Whimper not
Drive your fingernails into your palm
Hold back the sobs
Stay under control
Maintain even breathing
Suppress sighs, moans, groans
Shoulders straight, stance erect...
Emotion wells up within, seeking release
Loss confounds you, overwhelms, the abyss looms
Convulsing heaves, sobs wrack the soul
Trembling mouth a canyon of grief
Sigh, moan, howl, wail, weep
Flood the Universe with Tears
September 17, 2018
Entry in 'Write Me an Emotion-Act' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
Shots rang out but there's no gun
Still you hurt on everyone
In your soul the sparks are good
You are not even trying
You feel the knife in your gut
You are scared of what you want
You bite your lip and hold your tongue
What are you hiding
We got tired of your charms
Tired of your false alarms
You are just a book that never turns it's page
You can stand on the edge shouting out that you are ready to change
You can say what you want
You will not jump
You are not ready to change
And you keeping giving up and I keep giving in
This is why Adam and Eve have sinned
I dig my nails into your skin
I bite your lip until it sinks
That I am here to stay for you and for me
And when you fail to see the links
That keep us hung and hanging in
I’ll make sure to grip your hand and take you in
I am your Nancy to your Sid
Known for miles around
As the Queen of Croissants
She’d perfected her art for years
But at what cost
More physically demanding than you might think
She gave the best years of her youth
Working at a small town bakery
The strain on her hands and body taking their toll
Owners had lucked out and they knew it
She loved her art and would have done it for free
Trying to produce the work of three
Never took a sick day in twenty-five years
Couldn’t have worked harder if the place had been her own
The owners were greedy, looking to save their own hide
Watched her toil while they leisurely went about their day
Went on vacations leaving her the keys
Knowing all too well the place would run smoothly
Heaven forbid she would get a thank you
Or - bite your lip – a bonus
AP: 2nd place 2020
March 4, 2018 Poem of the Day
Did yesterday pass without your smile,
Nor a kind word did you speak?
Did you list all your troubles inside your mind,
And harbor them there for a week?
Did you frown on a child or a neighbor next door,
Who cheerfully acknowledged 'Good Day?'
Or did you bite your lip to hold your tongue,
When you couldn't have things your way?
Well that was Yesterday and with its passing,
You can relax and begin once more
For today is the day, the past,
Has flown out your Welcome door!
So smile today and plan tomorrow,
To smile on all todays,
For 'tis youth which flees with a horrid frown,
But remains with a smile, Always!
Salt in the eyes hurts more than salt in a wound.
You bite your lip and rub your twinkling eyes attempting to keep those secrets of yours locked away.
Sea waves churn behind the whites of your eyes.
The first droplet of a never ending river ever so slowly trickles down your puffy cheek.
All the secrets you worked so well on hiding burst out with your tears unravelling your biggest secret:
You.
Are.
Only.
Human.
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