Faces Poems - Poems about Faces

Some hand you smiles dipped in napalm, Then turn to poison the second you drop your guard. Humans, Moral plastic caught in flame, Deals of décor, rotting behind the facade. Draw your lines, don’t offer the other cheek, Run before you melt, before their vice seeps in. Don’t become their reflection in the sewage creek, Shield your core, gun down their shadowed...

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when old people talk about their past loves they don't talk about what it was like when their love left. they don't talk about the feeling the next morning when all you want to do is call. they don't talk about how the first week is hell. they don't talk about how every part of you wants to go...

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This is my commandment, That ye love one another, as I have loved you." -- Jesus Christ of Nazareth John 15:12 KJV Bible I study each face as I walk crowded streets do they see? me in them and them in me parts of one body I will hope for more compassion <3 charity <3 I love you! this wilderness of mirrors reflects who I am ...

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i long for silence when i can search the darkened sinews of my mind i crave solitude where i can think and get to what's really in my heart i love to sit alone with pen and paper to extract words of poetry from my soul posted on April 12, 2025...

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Afterglow ...

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Sometimes you mold faces, my love, to hide the deep sadness, to forget yourself, to banish the bitter thoughts that weigh you down. How can you create love, my love, to live, to suffer in this summer, which presses on you like a sea with its colossal, unforgiving weight? The burden crushes you, dragging you into the black earth...

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I think the beauty in living comes along when we shirk our heavy coats And our white-knuckle approximation of old, flake-away skin, which we have Stapled back onto ourselves— The faces we’ve taught everyone to believe: Just dumb enough and just nice enough; Just guileless enough to look acceptable. Can’t you smell the rot of that dead thing? We smooth down...

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Miles apart—aging and evolving, Familiar Faces—stars I forgot to name welcome me with gentle gravity. Doubts retreat, anxieties weaken— shadows realizing they are only shadows. I could not imagine the warmth of human light, til I stood bravely in their spaces. ...

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Soupers often engage in emotional ways. There can be depth in what two might exchange. When someone leaves our shared Soup domain, their diminished light is a missed, valued sight. Some remarks feel like word-shaped embraces and time together often leaves valued traces. Is is not odd, just plain strange, as well as an ache that Soup relationships are both...

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She asked her daughter to explain fully How she became the target of a female bully “The bully said I have an odd, long face The kids cried, ‘Disgrace, disgrace, disgrace!’” “Oh Mom, please, is it true? Is my face odd and long, I’m asking you?” Oh sweetie, I’m sure you heard it wrong, No doubt what she said was O-B, oblong “Oblong?...

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One day they all looks real! Asking for a treat, but trick! That's what they do rest of the years! One day they are in real skin, Sweets they eat, but bitter words, That's what they do rest of the years. ...

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Faces of color, faces of light, faces of love filled with delight Faces looking extreme walking up and down street Faces without puropose splashing in the stream Faces of dignity, messing with my dreams I can see your face running all over the screen I have seen that face somewhere before It was sulking and pressing against the glass door With...

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There is no place Like a smiling face It sets the pace It makes the case For a happy heart It’s a cinnamon tart All spicy and smart No frowns allowed Said the sign on the door Tis not a place for disgruntled souls All we sell is happy inside There is nothing to hide Your face much prettier When graced with a smile Your life...

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Big yellow bus, I know you wont be long Over nine metres, unless I am wrong Left hand stretched out, it feels grand to hop on Twists and then turns, towards my home beyond Old places, old faces, tea nice and strong Now this is my stop, it's where I belong...

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Faces on the moon watch over me As the darkness falls from the sky. Like shadows reaching for eternity, Their lost souls fade into the night. As I stand alone waiting here, Under the light of the midnight sun, The shadows of the night are coming near The Legacy has just begun...

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