her sharpened cheekbone
cutting the blustering wind
majestically
Categories:
cheekbone, wind,
Form: Haiku
Silence swarming with noise
Sounds blasting, like a war
Penetrating proof of the clamorous
Blare, blaze, flaming craze
Hues of doubt pouring out on the calm
Darkness sinking into the heart
Hushing the sigh, the breath, rhythmic
Beating of a song, like the tear
Sliding helplessly along the cheekbone
This is the silence, the dread
Grief that complements the death
One who has gone on to the eternal
Without the hope that comes to those
Who know the love of a Savior…
Grace that brings peace in abundance
Promising of a hereafter who is perfect
Soaring with light, love, laughter… calm
That fills the spirit with joy – forever
Eternally silencing the doubt, the fear
The darkness that is so overpowering
For the heart who doesn’t feel His breath
Pouring out tenderness, warmth, hope
On the spirit who glows with His brilliance
Love that is pure, flawless, complete…
Breathe deeply the wonder of Jesus, the King!
Categories:
cheekbone, anxiety, christian, death, eulogy,
Form: Free verse
to waste it on anyone else
all the reflections
are just accidents
dust on mirrors
a finger swipe away
watching the numb eat its way through the pain
one jagged mouthful at a time
rowed rows of sorrowful sorrows
watch hope hop away
with an inflateable unicorn as its horse
Pity was spiteful as it spat in my face
Fear stood in the shadows
a glint of light
alley cats cheekbone
Slapped from love to love
right or wrong
is there a wrong choice
The ghosts i bring to the afterlife
will fill it to its limit
all my likes aren't human
death to all
hope the cats and dogs reign
Categories:
cheekbone, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I LOST
When my dad called me ugly,
stupid and worthless, as that
little girl, I lost!
When my mother didn't protect
me from the cruelty and abuse
at home, I lost!
When a bad man came into my
room exposing himself, as that
little girl, I lost!
When a boyfriend blackened my
eyes and fractured my cheekbone,
I lost!
When my precious dogs, Rocky
and Brownie died in my arms,
I lost!
When a car struck me and I
suffered life altering injuries,
I lost!
When I received the call saying,
“Your mother is dead,” I lost!
When I watched my loving and
honorable brother succumb
to cancer, I lost!
When my closest friend committed
suicide, I lost.
When I see the painful expression
in my son’s weary eyes, I’ve lost.
When I realize there isn’t anyone or
anything else to fight for, I say to you
one last time, I lost!
Categories:
cheekbone, abuse, angst, anti bullying,
Form: Free verse
She woke up to the song of the rising sun
Dealt with the domestic chores in one quick run
When it's time to set to the duty outdoors,
she locked those grotty wooden doors.
She joined her friends at the site
And majestically wore a shirt that's half white
She bunned her hair into a striped towel
Set her foot into the soil with a hoe and shovel.
The sweat on her cheeks salted her lower lip
The blisters on her palms gave her little grip
The tired muscles demanded a moment's rest
But no, she cannot afford to take the time's test.
She is the second's hand of a 24hr clock
To soothe her baby's hunger cries, she shouldn't cease to walk.
She knows just three things - work,work and work,
to nurture the baby whose long-gone father is a toxic shark.
Two hours of extra labour, would do the two a great favour.
Few extra drops of sweat,
Confer four extra drops of milk to her baby's gut.
When at the day's end, her stir-fried flesh returned home,
the smile on her baby's lips wiped the sweat on her cheekbone.
Battles of today gift blossoms in the long run.
After all, her baby's filled tummy was like a good shade under the hot sun.
Categories:
cheekbone, caregiving, devotion,
Form: Free verse
I have not known
my city as my city when
the city snows.
There is no snow here.
It never snows in Houston.
I have seen my city
with her cheekbone bruised
and with a busted nose
and with a bloodied nose
- but no tears were shed
at that dystopic scene,
the evening
Harvey carved my city’s
cupboard lean.
I later stole a glance
from Houston
with her windows closed
the night forever froze.
And I wept that night
to learn my city snows.
I wept for you
and for another chance.
I wept for us and
how we used to dance
under streetlamps
in our city full of snow.
Categories:
cheekbone, i miss you,
Form: Free verse
When Dad called me ugly, stupid
and worthless, as that little girl, I lost!
When my mother couldn’t protect
me from the cruelty and abuse
at home, I lost!
When a bad man came into
my room and frightened me
me as that little girl, I lost!
When my boyfriend blackened my
Eyes and fractured my cheekbone,
I lost!
When my precious dogs, Rocky and Brownie
died in my arms, I lost!
When a car struck me causing
me to suffer life altering
injuries, I lost!
When I received the call
Your Mother is dead,
I lost!
When I watched my loving and honorable
Brother, Jimmy succumb to cancer, I lost!
When I realize there isn’t anyone
Or anything else to fight for, I say to you
for one last and final time, I lost!
Categories:
cheekbone, abuse, anti bullying,
Form: Free verse
I stand here in front of a fractured mirror
Tracing veined lines and blemished pores,
That in my waif-like outline I dream
About spring’s young complexion…ripe virginal
The glint of nubile aura humbling dawn's luster.
Pity this lady; she’ll never understand
How her portraits are becoming duller now…
The texture of a hollow cheekbone, a saggy neck
Reflects all the vanity disguised as anguish;
My fear slowly withering under piled rouge
Only to crack along a theatrical stage of old reruns,
Blurring eye- mascara with heartbreaks concealed
Against twilight's kept illusions.
Pity this lady, a backstage prop , anonymous
Reliving her glamorous world lost in time’s curtain call—
Within a verbose oration across a dim looking-glass,
I stand farther away, paint my famed mouth
And wave at a vacant arena,
Consumed by an explosion of stars pouring on my face.
10/10/2018
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Contest of Craig Cornish: I Stand Here
Categories:
cheekbone, beauty, image, mirror,
Form: Dramatic Verse
YESTERDAY
Tears dripping down as I watch my baby suffer in silence,
for this afflicted disease has no understood known cure-
I can handle family disputes, madness and worldly violence,
but losing my precious baby girl I just cannot endure.
Without my sweet Lily I’d lose everything secure.
TODAY
Tears shedding without control as I lay one pink carnation.
I see her tired eyes closed laying in a casket made of gold-
Why would God allow me to live through this situation?
My only wish was to watch her sweet little life grow old...
Say one last goodbye and let go of her hand that I hold.
TOMORROW
Tears will still be needing tissues as I remember her bitty hands,
how will I ever forget that beauty mark on her right cheekbone?
I had dreams of raising a baby with new and exciting plans,
maybe I would have done something different, if only I’d known-
Now her father and I are in the dry wilderness lost and alone.
*Dedicated to my sweet niece*
Date Written: July 25, 2016
Categories:
cheekbone, baby, daughter, death, grief,
Form: Quintain (English)
My heart's chart is a one line
the machine screams and bleeps
A part of mine has gone
Apart it has torn even the spine
couldn't stand alone ,your breath is what keeps
my lungs inhale and even my cheekbone
is weary ,floods of blood my eye weeps
"I miss you" my heart whispers with a mourning tone
to the heart within that leaves
The machine makes a bleeping sign
"God bless you"my heart is a stone
on which your name sculptured ,in my heart alone
the bliss has gone with you ,I 'd forever sleep
Till you came back ,the ups and downs;on that chart
would again be shown
Categories:
cheekbone, care, cry, dark, deep,
Form: Rhyme
Unassuming spider makes his web on a tree
It is small but to me
It is a special key
For it reflects web of life therefore destiny
With spider web basking in star light
Or in the morning as above it birds take flight
Covered by dew like moon’s tears to the eyesight
It is a delight
Located between cheekbone and backbone
The brain is a web on its own
And in our biology are all things by it known
It can foresee some of its future but it is never written in stone
But mind that needs no reference point at all
Being just second consciousness but what of most high of them all
What reflected in spider web what we in our first state call destiny would fall
And for that supreme consciousness what would be what from our perspective we call soul
Categories:
cheekbone, fantasy, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
Virtual Fantasy
by Odin Roark
So innocent they
But three years old
Wanting parent look
Upon their face
First on paper
Crayon scribbles
Then long waits
Yearly Halloween
And make-believe
Come paint-on tats
Just like mommy daddy
On leg
Neck
Heart
Then to legal age innocence
Crow’s feet cover
Cheekbone carving
Botox injections
Steroid Adams
Enhancement Eves
Fast forward
Beneath gender façade
Lurks a swirling cauldron
Marveling in grease slick color
Oil running hot
Engine never cold
To be
Is not to be
Man and woman
Where molten-hardened
Eruptive cycles
So often masked
Addictively rush tomorrow’s reality
Meanwhile
History ever fading
Continues priming expectants
Reminding Barbie doll captives
And GI Joe dreamers
Tomorrow’s headgear fantasy
Comes with warning
Virtual sympathy
Not included
Categories:
cheekbone, relationship,
Form: Free verse
Now ... tell me the truth at 80 spaces .
Oh yes monthly at no extracted cost ,
trumpet swans announcing "All-New" "Chases"
... Gameshow w-/ only purpose " Just stay lost".
scratch that ... start at the count ... three Faces.
flicker on screen , once more , spider webbed frost.
Pulse of cheekbone ; paper Artic traces ...
Hailing to the Fanatic's RoseArm crossed.
... Why just imagine , All times // All places ...
Daydream reality clearly embossed
by Our pristine chords reading "All's Debased" ...
Job to do ... hands join ... Avert as off tossed
I may stain ... lip gloss ... gulp of life wasted.
All Presents, Our Situation Hostage .
Categories:
cheekbone, angst, art, death, dedication,
Form: Sonnet
Writing on my sleeves,
I visualize an invisible coupling
of grassroots with starless sky,
when I walk on the wailing earth.
Hails big as sparrow eggs
smash the bougainvillea blossoms.
The wrestling clouds
begin a storm.
Witchcraft of the moon begins.
The pubic curve of a rock
holds a centipede
wriggling, gnawing.
A spider climbs the weatherbeaten
cheekbone
and indulges in navel-gazing.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
cheekbone, art
Form: I do not know?
I am saddened by the world today.
Hypocrisy stands in the way.
No wonder Jesus said to leave.
Tossing tables he did grieve.
This is a place where we should pray.
Not show off our ride in the driveway.
What is it this gossip disguised as prayer?
I'm scared to death to be back in there!
Still, I should just turn my head.
If not For God I would be dead.
I am justifying my own fear.
I don't avoid truth. I hold it dear.
I sang the songs up in the choir.
I closed my eyes with tears of fire.
I can do the same now that I'm grown.
A humble tear down my cheekbone.
Lord, I must find my way back in the door.
And plant my knees against the floor.
From now until the final end.
This House of Pain I must attend.
Categories:
cheekbone, forgiveness, hope, peace, prayer,
Form: Couplet
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