Fingernails Poems - Poems about Fingernails

Come see my nails the excited young woman said I went though I had a wet towel on my head We were in the beauty shop, with faces red Baby fish were in her nails. How could they be fed? I was so horrified, I wanted to leave right away But I had waited thirty minutes, so I decided to...

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I don't know the what In the what of to do I'm stunned into stillness Cloaked by the clouds The sun shields from me Veiled are views Whispers inaudible Making afraid It's the diary of The diary of... Perhaps just the mist That enabled the weather The link in the chain That held strong the tether Rain that held down The free to roam feather And the diary...

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We look at the clean, perfect face, feel that smoothness against the backs of our fingers, long to stroke it with our fingertips, place our lips against it, sniff, rub gently. That was yesterday. Today, fingernails dig into a scab on that skin. Try to pull it off that face, let out blood? Do you still love it, that flesh, that skin? That being? Today? (11 Dec...

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There was an old man from Missouri. Biting his nails, he tended to worry. Taping his fingers to stop the bad habit, he switched to candy wherever he could grab it, and once he was full, he always got purry....

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I see the fingernails of a nine-year-old boy at the end of my hands They make me laugh. How did he get them away from me? And how did he reattach them?...

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When your fingernails are excruciatingly dirty filthy even rather disgusting it means one of these things: you are a gardener You understand and enjoy dirt therapy Or you are one of those people Who is dunked into a bathtub once or twice a week wailing and screaming Luckily I am both...

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Look at my nails! She said. Are they fabulous or what? Or what, I thought, but I lied and said “fabulous.” I could do your nails, she offered. I wondered if she could dig all the dirt out of them first. Or if she would put so many layers of that stuff on them No one would see how...

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Other women’s fingernails are styled, painted, decorated, clipped and buffed. Movie star-type nails. With little stars, stripes, polka dots, dainty designs for the seasons even. My nails are not these. My nails are chipped, not clipped. I cannot stand the sound of a fingernail file. You know how chalkboard scratching hurts some people’s ears? I could scratch a chalkboard all day long. It...

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Fingernails begin to grow When babies are in utero And keep on growing ‘til we die Though some appear to death-defy. A person’s nails can help reveal Why someone’s lacking in appeal; For those not clean or way too long Will advertise there’s something wrong. To know what makes a person tick Take note of nails bit to the quick, But lengthy painted nails can...

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That ether of life from which human beings and dreams are made of, covers my fingertips as if scratching the universe and making some stars fall from their obscure space, it drips as rigglets forming poodles at my feet, as every dream that fell at mid flight, as everydream shining like a star and is...

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Big Sur Jade Cabochon Broken from off underwater cliffs Slowly pushed by tides and currents Found by me during a low tide While searching along Jade Cove In Los Padres National Forest Cut into quarter to half-inch slabs The cut again into an octagon The octagon grinds down to an oval A flat surface down to concave Grounded first with coarse wheels Then again with finer...

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FINGERNAILS-Monsieur L'Vampyre That tap-tap-tapping--how I loath it still, though surely she's been laid among the dead-- and put there by my own design and will to end the tapping she put in my head. Those curs-ed nails--they brought my lunacy, and slowly through the years, drove me insane, and though I pleaded for my sanity, she relished in the thought--and loved my pain! So...

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Her fingernails were ripe with season Upon her hands she displayed a colour of cherry bomb Long lusterous shiny laquered cherry bob fingernails Squared off in fashion The owner had bold yet delicate sensual hands Long slender fingers Donning olive skin Her hands were the bomb A hand model for the Ones of "The Good Life" Boasting her laquered nails in fashion magazines Cherry bomb...

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Bloody fingernails By my own distress Carve at your brand-new door Since you’ve removed yourself from ours You forgot something Here, dry yourself off You look wet from the sadness I’m actually listening But I just don’t care You’re a liar, a thief And I’m glad you don’t live here...

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