Chins Poems | Examples

Political Favors

  
     Politics favors those with thick skins ~

        Especially those who grow double chins

SINISTER

SINISTER

Why prove it?
Prove that you’re significant to the a purpose that has no
sensibility,
In a world where we conform to that which surrounds us.
Does it make sense?
With this we ponder each day,
That your right is the only right and that the only validation needed
is yourself,
The opinion of others doesn’t matter,
Self-absorbed is the only thing I see,
Maybe, Maybe not, but this is what I can conclude from this.
Deeper I seek to find an answer to this madness.
How can we confirm what is evil from hate?
The greed for superiority with failure of morale
Can you ever really hide from Human Evil?
It never really goes away,
They are born in arrogance,
And will become egotistical it’s a must.
To play this game,
Where we never win,
This game of pain,
This game of torture and misery.
What can we really do about it?
But to let it be…
Karma wins..
Maybe not now ,
But eventually it always does.
Chins up and best of luck…

'The Real Me' vs 'The Real Him'

  I look in the mirror and what do I see
    an overripe version of the ‘real me’

  A little less hair than before
    let’s just say, the Vietnam War

  A little more flesh, especially ‘round the neck
    two chins instead of one when I inspect

  Wrinkles around and crow feet at the edges
    of my eyes, no longer alarm or surprise

  Facial hairs sprouting at such a rapid rate
    I grow a full beard on a dinner date...    

  Yet if in that mirror were another
    ~ I'd be glad I didn't share his fate

dyed memory

—Blackout.
                            \ rewind \\ 

9pm,
my messy curls sizzled 
as chemicals
flow down the drain—
              raven,
                              to matte purple.
Each strand a minute
I forced
                   straight 
with smoldering iron.

 >> glitch 

1am,
Hair unraveled 
against the shuddering wall
The taste of heated whiskey 
                                     falt
                                           er  ing
                                                       from our lips
Rusty red smudged 
on neon-lit chins—

He muttered, “Your hair looks better at night.”
I replied—

—Blackout,
(sigh)
                            \ rewind ?

Tenderronies

The dusk slips down in lilac swells,
And I am caught in dreams again—
Of girls with velvet, painted eyes,
Their lashes dipped in midnight rain.

Their lips are full, like fruit at dusk,
So ripe the moon forgets to rise,
And every breath a muted hymn
That trembles through the tender skies.

I ache to touch their tilted chins,
To feel the hush where longing grows,
The place where silence wears perfume,
And every pulse of wonder knows.

They press against the world too sweet—
Too soft for thorns, too quick to bruise.
Yet still they bloom with pointed grace,
Like lilacs pierced by morning’s shoes.
O God, the ache that beauty leaves.

deep crime

inside if mind
no less of ledged, against
you bet, wild
that i didn't wink
sworn to soar over with oath
in torn battled threads
instill 
i'd fend 
often from wherever  

in between needles, break
findings the fiddlers wife
chins reddened and thoughts ill 
gotten white?
rotted harm
to joyfuls shoulder
i should find, myselfish poor

Runescape Poem

Oh runescape, oh old school 
How someone once gave me rope and chair and knife.
That noob was such a fool.
I have also been a wife.

From rs girlfriends to bots and scammers.
We go through the wilderness and 99's.
Catching chins and pounding our hammers.
The player base declines.

From the bossing and raiding to the questers and sweats.
Raise your crystal grail.
Throw your nets.
And stop trying on that goblin mail.

From killing dragons to dropping red spiders eggs during that time of month at the GE.
To your imbued heart being mine.
And by the way, he is not a she.
Here's to 92 being half of 99

Below Zero

Bare branches and frosted limbs, 
reflect how we both feel within, 
it seems these days, our love is all but alive

Her smile is warm, but her shoulder's cold,
just as the sun still shines below zero, 
and it seems these days our love is all just a lie

Words that escape our trembling chins, 
cut as sharp and deep as winter winds, 
and our quivering hearts can't quell the hate

When common ground is blanketed with snow, 
it freezes seeds of love we've sown,
and it seems our frozen hearts are prone to break

And still our frostbitten fingers won't let go, 
so the sun still shines below zero.

Nobody knows what to say

Nobody knows what to say,
Try to carry on as if it’s just another day.

Thing’s will be alright,
One day, these horrors will be out of sight.

Just try to keep it together, don’t let them see you cry,
Things will get better as time just flies by.

But nobody knows what you feel,
You feel like you are spinning like a speeding bicycle wheel.

You feel like you cannot even get out of bed,
Others say, come on be brave it’s just inside your head.

But they don’t know the feeling that it should have been me,
My little girl was faultless she just deserves just to be.

Was all of this my fault, am I to blame?
It just goes around in my head just filling me with shame.

This horrible thing that took her to early from this world,
Hangs over my world like a dark dense cloud.

But we all have to keep our chins up and make things seem like they are good,
So, her own little girls have a happy life just like they should!

Keep Going

Nobody knows what to say,
Try to carry on as if it's just another day.

Things will be alright,
One day this horror will be out of sight.

Just try to keep it together, don't let them see you cry,
Things are sure to get better as time goes flying by.

But nobody knows what you feel,
You feel like your spinning like a speeding bicycle wheel.

You feel like you cannot even get out of bed,
Others say, come on be brave it's all just inside your head.

But they don't know the feeling that it should have been me,
My little girl was faultless, she just deserved to be.

Was it all my fault, am I to blame?
It just goes around in my head, just filling me with shame.

That horrible thing that took her to early from this world,
Hangs over everything, like a dense dark, terrible cloud.

But we all have to keep our chins up and make things seem good,
So, her own little girls have a happy life just like they should.

A Summer’s Day

A Summer’s Day 

The mighty Sun was shining bright,
The skies are blue, and the clouds 
white,
On lusciously green grass, picnics on 
blankets spread out wide,
Under trees, everyone sat side by 
side,

With children eating ice cream dripping
all over their chins,
While others soak up the warmth of 
Summer’s sun on their skins.
Adults and children playing in the park without care or  fear,
Their friendly fights and echoes of 
laughter filled the air,

Oh, what happiness and joy this time 
of year brings,
Days long and bright offer 
opportunities for doing so many fun 
things,
As the day ends, Summer Sunset 
spreads a beautiful glow,
Encouraging you to relax and reflect
as thoughts gently flow,

Oh, what a Blessing to share in the 
gift of Summer’s grace.
And to willingly surrender and enjoy 
the warmth of its embrace.


by Zyrool

Well Within

Live within your means 
Just as your looks are within your genes
Drop not your chins
For other’s surpassing sheens 

Play not another man’s game 
For it affords him glory and fame 
It’s a sure way to suffer waste and shame 
When you forego what was always in your name

Your call proudly bear
Though applause be scarce and rare
Brace, endure and dare
Be proven and never have to swear

Walk thy pace
Show thy face
Make your case 
Firmly and with grace

You are with beginning and with end 
And ye are rendered to depend
Though ye are free to attack or defend
Of your frailties you cannot pretend 

However the wind blows 
Wherever the river flows
How sun shines and moon glows
Only God knows

K. Muitherero

Practical Twins

the tablecloth stained -
old couple had gravy on
their chins, no napkins

Chins and Bat Wings

I know a lady who sports two huge chins
She even proudly shows off her bat wings
Always smiles as she goes
Never airs her sorrows
Joy to the world this happy woman brings.

This lady will go out knocking on doors
To see if anyone needs help with chores
She does good deeds for free
Accepts a cup of tea
In reward for cleaning up someone’s floors.

Two chins is better than being two faced
Two faced is being an utter disgrace
Talking behind one's back
Is a verbal attack
Likely to cause someone a coup de grace.

Melons Mabel

*A very loose form of Limerick, 
          but Mabel deserves lots of syllables.


There once was a waitress with the name of Mabel
Who used her bosom as a restaurant table
Beneath her double chins
Mabel flaunted her twins
The one on the right, Cain and the left one, Abel

The locals knew not to make fun of the lady
Ol' Teddy swaggered in, looking kinda shady
He taunted her with smut
She punched him in the gut
That's the last we all saw of Teddy O'Grady

Mabel looked real nice in her crimson ruffled gown
Two cups of coffee; 'pon her boobs she set 'em down
And when I smiled at her
She said, "Thank you, sir"
I left her a satisfied tip of a half-crown

When eating lunch, Mabel never uses a plate
Don't insult her by declaring she's overweight
Cause she'll call you a lout
Chew you up, spit you out
If you tell her she needs a train to move her freight

Mabel's knockers would put the Grand Tetons to shame
But they're the reason she's in the town's Hall of Fame
She wins beauty contests
With her grandiose breasts
I think 'Melons Mabel' is a comely nickname

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