Cuticles Poems | Examples

Mint Blue

My nail polish matches turquoise streak on the menthol cigarette.
My mood matches the greenish mint blue color of my cuticles.
My day going by as long as nail polish had to dry.

my one true friend

self-harm was my only real friend since i was born
i didn’t know at first
who she was
but then i realized-when biting my fingernails started to hurt, but i didn’t stop.

then she changed-evolved
i didn’t know how to let my feelings out, so i turned to her
i still bit my nails, and it still hurt
but then i started taking out my anger on the objects around me, and myself.

and she’s still changing.
when i’m not biting my nails, im hitting myself.
when im not hitting myself, im biting my nails till my cuticles are bloody and red.
now, when i’m not pulling out my hair, im cutting
and when im not cutting, im pulling bald spots into my hair.

after all she’s don’t to me.
i still run back to her when it gets bad, over, and over again.

Fare Thee Well

I am in many rooms  trapped with death 
Or waiting for death to get there
Like this one time. It was a salon
My nails were done neon blue 
With heena flowers
With a splash running down to the tips 
It was really beautiful; you should have seen 
Next was my cuticles
She did one 
I am going to die anyways 
I mattered, all sad 
I guess I am afraid 
But I got away
I keep getting away 
Death locked the doors
but a window was opened 
I guess my time is yet
I just need to say my best goodbyes 
There is no cheating death
Especially when outside is not safe
It's the reflections; I think the waves betray me
Because every time I see my face, I  know he is near to take me 
Do you think it is a frequency attached to silver?
When I use a spoon is how he finds me 
I will try to keep everything dark.
Until I have seen you one last time 
I will miss you most 
maybe I will not get to goodbye 
So fare thee well
You made my life less dark 
You have kept me alive this far
But I need to be kept alive
that is what hurts
It is the sad part
I should have gone long ago 
So when it happens know I am so glad
Fare Thee Well 
I will miss you most.

Mozart Requiem

Written: February 13, 2023
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An anathema for,
pilose nettle burns,
an art form of unstable feathers,
tropes across the ivory cuticles.
Melted mascarpone in a figurine,
pearlescent obsidian,
hooping sapped spirit,
sight of the blue sky.
within her boneless flesh,
the artist grumbles severely,
in a strained, velvety voice,
jumping into the air.

Prima picture goes away,
with feeble equine acclaim,
the nest of the forlorn swan,
embracing an ethereal dawn.
Whimsical soprano,
barely etched in matte black,
diploid remains,
a flawless fleck of fascinating fright.
Rakish Requiem for an,
unrequited magnum opus,
rushing on pinewood stains,
on the cusp of collapse.

As she droops on the ladder,
the impresario draws the
opera curtains closer,
while soothing music,
numbs her toes.
When Requiem strolls,
across the stage to the tune of
Mozart pianissimo,
he manages to pull off,
fulfills a task with accuracy.
2nd place contest winner

The Medusa

I breathe fire. 
I'll turn you to stone with my stare,
And I'll collect you like 
I've collected the others.
Line you up among the rest
Like a toy soldier just
To knock you down,
Repeat. 

My thoughts are loud, 
My brain is aflame. 
I can't speak without regurgitating, 
I can't breathe without first feeling 
The palpitations of my weak heart. 

I am a prisoner inside a skin I do not 
Recognize. 
Here are my eyes, blue and cloudy
And reddened with broken vessels. 
Here are my hands, knuckles bruised,
Cuticles cracked and dry. 
Here is my hair, balding, 
Pulled out. 

And there is someone in the mirror, 
Someone I used to know.

Valencia Lust

O, Valencia's prized possession,
perfected in your prime,
to pluck you without resistance
from a beaming, bowing branch...
Gravity's gentle transaction
would roll like attraction into my open palm.
To feel your textured tenderness within an easy grip,
senses saturated with sun kissed sleekness...
How juicy you must be underneath your polished peel.
Tenderness is just one press away
from these longing lips.
Digging in, cuticles' thirst would be quenched 
like a manicure's pleasure.
The citrus mist would burst beneath your flesh
with the sound of captive release, freedom's sigh.
Fragrant as orange blossoms under active inhales,
sweet as honey perfumery,
tantalizing taste buds would smoothly 
squeeze your ethereal pulp upon them,
dripping with delectable desire fulfilled.
Seamless in freshness, unblemished,
each bite would be a lover's delight,
binding beauty, external with internal
in this connoisseur's lifelong find.

2-18-2020

Self Harming

In spring 
gaze into my hazel eyes
see distant horizons
flat-lining
the congolese savannah,

touching bruised clouds 
against your creamy skin, 
hives peppered
with puce contusions 
your pummeled complexion, 

clinging to warm clay
your frantic cuticles
scratch twisted wrists
in tiger stripe slashes
as night wolves screech 
an anthem of loss.

Blackened clouds
smudge charcoaled 
crimson tinted skies 
as humid breath
exhales. 

But now
these fists clench
like knotted rope
as ink clouds etch dusk
and punch the night 
with their thundering.

Quirks

QUIRKS

A chewing the side of the tongue,
No it's not gum
Rub the corner-point of my collar
with two fingers
Sucking on my lower lip
While skeeting spit between my two front teeth
Rub my elbow on my side
Excessive winking my right eye
This be normal to me
Picking skin from around my cuticles
Pop-crack my fingers, ankle, neck
Put bing-cherry tomatoes in my hot chocolate
LOL-I'm making this stuff up
For what it's worth
These are some funny QUIRKS




2/9/18

FOR CONTEST:   QUIRKS
SPONCERED BY:  Madison Demetros

Adjudication

Well a hundred and forty six degrees of drip droop is a plant no longer upright. So uptight were the non furling leaves and stem. Plasma dormant. Formation formatted form fakes. And now begins the tidally adjusted bud. Loosely forever alone. With capacity of a land. An untameable free colour adaptable. Sap not a steeple of garden bed. Dig dig dig. Coloured cubes can clap. Cuticles of tinted petals. And a writhing growing mist. Alteration. Derailed. Alliteration deemed. Stepping stones then. Good. *** questionable honour *** adjudication z

Confrontationally Calming Creating Cosmological Cows

Yawn said Saudi Arabian prawn in a bin liner watching a cake. Chopping cutting cuticles cubicles clubbing clang clanging clam. Drama is not an item in a scene. It is merely to disguise battling molluscs and lettuces in flowery beds. Aroma of lemons should never play on a boat in a bath that is less than five metres wise. Traitor training tapping tuning turboprop. And fish wave peas around in the air. Quite quickly and dramatically but the Ukraine is a base for a nine mineralised lake of great ice. But ice cream is a bad idea for it can run away thus leaping down cliff paths dexterously. How rather incredible. Wow. Questions should be delivered in an atmosphere of greatness as flotation is great in bins don't change dams and beavers enjoy 'other' beavers company in turbulent carpet writhes or under prettily patterned summer dresses. Bomb then. Themselves. Turn thrice a pitch. Good. Poignancy of a branch. *** geraniums grabbing gators. Gatorades. Hahahaha now go kiss a fragrance. *** cordiality coughing chews chant chant chant. Xxxx confrontationally. Peanut dome equals z.

Overcome Obstacles

Overcoming Obstacles

His actions all appeared to be wrangling
Horrible voice wish we could be strangling
Message was becoming both loud and clear
To questions asked, he was no way near.

Bernie had been hop, skipping and jumping
Up all of his supporters would be pumping
Languishing loud voice begging and pleading
And forward to some book not be reading.

Said current President's performance was poor
And Hillary supporters started keeping score
Before arriving Obama had been doomed
Republicans had nailed and sealed his tomb.

Failure by Republicans he was set up for
Not only that their policies are now closed door
And many problems in future Obama must face
Door shut was immoveable and did firmly place.

Definitely for failure his assignment was designed
Before he even started was set so far behind
Off from fingers will bite all of my cuticles
Upset by all the Republican prepared obstacles.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran

La Manos

How delicate and unique hands appear
From intricate anatomy internally
To smooth textures and painted cuticles
From stained and inked pores on the surface
To the precious gift they enable us to craft
Worked and Fatigue
But never retiring
From the faded...
Note writing
Feeling-
The sense of touch
From the life lines that keep on living
Two unique prints our phalanges hold
Oh and yes I say two
Two, I say two for the 2 beautiful limbs attached to our
Caramel, Honey, Mocha, Tan, Peach, Badge coated wrists
Showing ere signs of vein and bone
Precious limbs like hands shouldn't be taken for granted
As delicate as unique snow crystals
Just as important as life itself
What beautiful limbs they are
-Hands

Desire

Where's the fun in forever?
Miguel taught me to wonder,
Cause ever since you've made your entrance,
It's been a never ending thunder,
And like the tears in my pupils,
The rain falls everlasting,
And from your smile to your cuticles,
Everything about you are has me Fasting,
See this desire,
Burns like the 3rd degree,
And just like some fire,
I grow from the sight of your attire,
You have me on edge,
Spitting soul through the wire,
And every time I get a chance to leave you inspire,
Desire like the wind,
I'm waiting for you to blow,
Like Kamakazi Men,
You really take me higher,
And just like a fan,
You're what I admire,
The flame that you carry,
Like the Olympics on hire,
See you have me in a trance,
Body warm like Alicia,
Damn right You're on fire,
See I'm trynna be your man,
But until then,
It seems as if I'm on hire,
Settle these fiendish thoughts,
Because you make me flyer,
Addicted due to my Desire....

Dirty Cuticles

Brushes can’t do it
My pallet knives would ruin it
Fingers enjoy it




By Robb A. Kopp

Freedom For All

hands tied to trade overseas
the sands, in time, taking their toll
cracking cuticles of overreachers
while nations shake in anger

an explosive declaration
missiles making patriotism fly
white elephants lead the stampede to war
their endemic tactics failing the front

a fox-faced woman's ruse
railroading objection to crude comments
drilling deep in the peoples' psyche

bootstraps their sole possession
a road to hope paved long ago

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