Forehead Poems - Poems about Forehead

He is seventeen Wears his hair long, in a ponytail, it does not look clean. There are piercings in his lip and his ears. He wears a spider tattoo on his forehead. His mother is horrified. His father is having a fit. Both grandmothers laugh at them. Loving their grandson no matter how he looks....

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A kiss on the forehead Is a gesture of betrayal It's not a kiss of love Filled with joy and humor. It would be better to kiss a dog Which is as silent as a wandering Moron in the Latin quarters. Oh! Poor are those who smile To these words emanating from a place Where everyone has atavistic rights Despite the silly threats of the...

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The shoelaces untie, they've been caught by the kitten's eye. She touches, hesitantly, with her paw, the lace that rests long on the slope, raw, to the cool breeze of Mid-January; next to a window that reveals Her sanctuary. The sun dresses the top limbs of a tree; its lower bare curves are the hue of a cocktail skirt, with...

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A sky on the forehead Lilacs and larks inside Eyes enjoying the bliss Give me milk with bread Those deep touches of joy How sweet your palm mom Molecules mount a gull Your smile so cute and coy Look at pockets of my grin And the pink grapes in bloom Endless ripples from my lungs The moon seated on my chin Just two frontal...

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Banging my forehead against the Bible I don't want to blame nobody I can't even blame myself I hope God you hear my call but you never seem to be on time when I need you today God Today I decided to put on the red lipstick and the red dress and stuck my ...

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only highly immunized girls make love anyway not those like me always stamped with spit on their forehead to be protected from evil eyes among other children after years I rubbed the memory of that stain with tender lemon leaves to wipe off that mellow scent and the bored kiss of a man right in...

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Mighty Unicorn Fabulous horse like creature. Project your own horn. *Written for Unicorn Contest...

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I went from being his angel to his disappointment. Being me and having fun has broken his heart. There's so much tension in the air, it's hard to breathe. The silence is cracking the glass and it's about to shatter. I feel like an outcast in my own house. But suddenly the tension starts to clear the air. A kiss on...

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