Ear Lobe Poems | Examples

Passion

Sitting here, letting you run wild through my soul
Feeling you giving life a breath of exhale as If a soul has 
been awakened from dead
I breathe deeply your beauty, my intensity enticing even the darkness to come out from the shadows
Free ranger, fire starter to emotions devouring my heart 
Desires unfulfilled need now I find I want 
To love her, feel tip of our tongues tingle with pleasures of joy 
Our emotions dying to crawl in each other's soul 
To feel your curves is just a tease to my mind 
To taste your fragrance is what I want 
From your toes to your head and all way back down do I want to find your pleasure spots 
Feel you squirm trying escape the grOWl''''' from within 
Feeling me deep in bondage makes you drip 
Aww' my hands journey your valleys, I grasp me handful hair in quick motion I pull; my lips softly walking up neckline
I pull in closer,we can feel beat of each other's heart 
A nibble on ear lobe,rub of cheeks we feel our bodies heat 
(GROWL''''') I feel your breath hot as you gasp

The Trail of a Raindrop

Sudden rain brought me
under your umbrella
for the first time.
For the first time
you were so close to me
with your fragrance.
The umbrella was
not big enough
to cover both of us.
A raindrop was trickling 
down your forehead.
I was following it's trail
without listening to you.
Your words couldn't touch me
like the raindrops falling outside.
The trail of that raindrop
uncovers some secrets for me,
your eyes were bluer
than I thought and your
dimples deeper.
I discovered a beauty spot
below your left ear lobe.

Today,I know about all your 
beauty spots....
But still now in a rainy day
I want to walk with you
under the same umbrella.



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Christmas Songs From the Past

River chopped
Into rugged blocks
Of ice and powdered snow
Under a covered bridge
The tap of horse’s hooves overhead

Rapids froze in place, agony on her face

A boy growing tall in his sleep
Under the crisp white clean sheets
His daddy’s shoes he dreams to fill

Stockings hung above the mantle

The river poses for deer painters
Find the slope of her ear lobe
The shadow of her cheekbones
The snowy curves wound through the forests
Like skirts on dance floors swirling

Her canvas she gives to rows of winter crows, a crown

Cold wind musters at our latched window
Like murmurs behind a closed door, the songs

Of Christmas best belong
To the static ebb and flow
Of a distant station on the radio
Crooners singing to their high school sweethearts
From ballrooms soft with violins and horns

Unreachable from so long long ago.

Hovering

from each of 
her ear lobe 
vines hang
a single
rose

earring
bringing
a thought
to mind as
if wanting to 

find out
where the
thorns may
be found so
that my want

to kiss
with lips
will not bleed
but yet need to 
become a bee or

me more
a humming
bird with heart
beat rapidly like
wings wanting to

put my
licking
tongue
slowly
in to

tease

Impromptu

you don't want
a Van Gogh's
ear lobe just

be all
you can
be

then take you to
a nunary but
none of these would

sate or take the
place of what
praise my poetry to

thee that
which you have
breathed into

me

Purposes For a Probe

Purposes for a Probe

May be many purposes for a probe;
Should hear about in each ear lobe;
Another rumor;
He hates Schumer;
Horrible Trump has been a homophobe. 

Jim Horn

Noodles and Cream

people who drop rubbish are so very very ignorant aren't they? BIN BAN BOOSH NOODLES AND CREAM.

Oh a lethargic tidal wave. Atomic power of circumference but dormant, hibernating, and still. But placing pineapple ears that stick up in triangular styles is not very fitting really as one should only use round shaped ears of peach due to the sheer fact that the ear lobe would be more appeasing to the wide girth of the trashed out portly container. Containers are neither carriers nor cartons and cartons carbonise so never attempt a wibble wobble jelly dance with eighteen trees and a silvery eyed gooseberry. Giant grabbing garters getting grateful gears. And the sole duty of a perpetual perplexes pink pointing polecat is to pinch proper placed plates pedantically. Semantic swans then. Ha. Xxxxx mythologized z z z z z at thirty four duvet covers writing notes to the mattresses to six fully plumped up pillows wiggling. Z astronomical.

Kiss

I wake in a morning of your glory.
Your face so warm you hair all out of place.
I lie and listen to yesterdays story.
You talk with a sweet small voice.
I look at your words coming from your mouth.
I say “shushh” As a love rush comes into my mind.
I gently put my fingers to your lips.
I move in haste  for the cherry taste.
The soft stick the coating on the rose.
I twist slightly round and touch your nose.
The kiss I give you so hot and warm,
Our salivas mix and it tickles.
The tastebuds dance on our tongues.
As you take and lose your breathe.
As I do mine. We hold each other for a long time.
And gently I pull back your head.
Tugging your long sweet smelling hair.
Placing my mouth on your neck.
You gasp for more air as we lie there.
My tongue runs down your pulsing jugular vein.
I enjoy the taste of your salty skin again and again.
You pull me closer holding me tight.
Just as you did most of the night.
You dont ever want me to go.
I  gently lick your ear lobe.
 And whisper in your ear.
Darling I love you thats all we both need to know.

Breath Nightmare Dark Side of the Moon

I bask in your love
your warm and heated air blows softly upon my ear lobe
"My ear ring is gone as you choke and gasp for breath"

Your fingers glide slowly down my legs
your mouth so close I can feel your lips that are so direct
"Making my knee jerk hitting your mouth causing you to loose your breath"

A soft but vigorous kiss
upon my shoulder as your fingers in twine and caress
"Shavings not my thing tickling your nose down the throat it goes as you gage and pant"

Now sitting alone upon my bed
as I watch you dress in despair with a face of dread
"You flee with such speed huffing and puffing while trying to catch your breath"

Alone again with darkness all around with only the moon to shine
I listen to Pink Floyd with tears I'll cry
"The second man I've made run like a rabbit runs.

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Ned Kelly Dna

Ned Kelly
DNA
Kelly DNA found
throughout the land,
and down around the
Dungle Bore,
Fred Layton had a
strand,
He had the Kelly
earmark, wore,
his descendants
Harpers, grand,
wore the Dan Kelly
type of ear-lobe,
that DNA had
planned,
If you look at Red
Kellys' brood,
they have the
lobeless ear,
distinctive breed &
trademark proved,
Don Johnson says
it's here,
Fred Layton he was
no wuss,
clean-skins they
needed branding,
the law of the bush,
a brand to push,
the T-Bones were
understanding,
100 Dan Kellys tried
to show,
that they were not
Red Herrings,
Alone Steve Hart,
Dungle Bore did go,
double cover in his
bearing,

bloody cunning
so-n-so:}

Traps they knew of
Steves' death too,
his cross in old
Calcutta,
Dan came home alone,
from the Boer War
zone,
as the Leather-heads
do mutter
{birds of the bush}
   Don Johnson

Leatherheads have a
bump of meat on on
top of the beak....a
grey friar bird who
will talk to lonely
people in the
outback

Everywhere and Every Place

I’ve kissed you in the northern states;
I’ve kissed you way down south;
I’ve kissed you with my moist, warm lips
and with an opened mouth.

I’ve kissed you on the ear lobe;
I’ve kissed your little toe;
I’ve kissed you places in-between
where others cannot go.

I’ve kissed you where your skin is tan;
I’ve kissed you where it is not;
But never while I’m kissing you
have you ever said to stop.

I’ve kissed you in the nighttime;
I’ve kissed you in the light of day;
I’ve kissed you where I’ve had to move
clothes out of my way.

I’ve kissed you in the summer;
I’ve kissed you in the snow;
I’ve kissed you on the mountain top
and in the valley down below.

Every time I kiss you
it feels just like the first;
Like an oasis in the dessert,
kissing quenches my thirst.

I’ve kissed you on a holiday
and every day of the week;
I’ve kissed you in your birthday suit
on all four of your cheeks.

A Romantic Story

The darling of my heartling
Could do no better acting
With a bouquet,
Like a valet,
He turned me all scarlet!
 
Armed with his old pen, he hid in his den
And wrote for me, love verses, just like a man!
Then, beneath my balcony
He sang of his longing matrimony
Oh what a blissful symphony!
 
Stars could not not shine brighter
Angels who could not be happier
Everywhere, I could sense joy
His eyes made me so coy
And upon hearing his words, I danced like a toy!
 
Braving the laws, I decided one night
To set his love on loving light
Dressed in a rosy robe
I got hold of his ear lobe
And sang of my love, till we felt an obe!
 
My darling knight, my darling Lord
Let us fly on thy magic carpet out of our own accord
So that eternal shall be our story
Rhyming with pious sincerity
For each of our blessed glory!

12 October 2012

A Life Lost

 Angel of mine, where are you now? Hours drift away like seconds as I

Lift my somber heart and head to the heavens asking, "why, oh why?"
In one moment, your tired eyes held my gaze; then, with one kiss goodbye, 
Frozen in time, forever you were gone; a failing heart will surely die,
Existing in flesh no more; yet our love surpasses death and the tears I cry.

Losing you again tonight in fragments of dreams, a heart shatters. I rely
On the memory of your smile at dawn, the scent of your pillow, your sigh
Swept softly across my ear lobe in whispers of love. I know, my tears will dry
Tomorrow under blue sky when I see you twinkle in our little boy's eye.

The Trail of a Raindrop

Sudden rain brought me
under your umbrella
for the first time.
For the first time
you were so close to me
with your fragrance.
The umbrella was
not big enough
to cover both of us.
A raindrop was trickling 
down your forehead.
I was following it's trail
without listening to you.
Your words couldn't touch me
like the raindrops falling outside.
The trail of that raindrop
uncovers some secrets for me,
your eyes were bluer
than I thought and your
dimples deeper.
I discovered a beauty spot
below your left ear lobe.

Today,I know about all your 
beauty spots....
But still now in a rainy day
I want to walk with you
under the same umbrella.

Date:27th May 2012



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Late Night

Late Night

The woods in the fireplace is glowing embers,
promise nothing but an ending. In a yard a dog
bark to hear its loneliness, I tell it to stop it hears
me, curls up and goes to sleep. I take a safety pin
thread its needle end through my ear lobe and
I do the same with the other ear. 

The blood is white like water, painless and 
impartial. I look in the mirror and see nothing 
that looks like a pirate. No escape from boredom 
and I remove the pins. The dog’s wakes from its
slumber, barks. My ears hear Nirvana’s echo
rippling on the shores of eternity.

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