Nail Biting Poems | Examples

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Journey took sudden turns as I learnt to breathe by someone's terms 
The driver a sharp one.. well.. a bit shaky with routes and that's not fun
Will I reach the destination and he says that it depends.. 
nail biting moments sure, time has its suspense -
Loose not the patience I said and finally became a patient
No ego, not rude - so kind and helpful 
Thought of the future and money is sinful 
A drive? a vacation? always fresh and hot in a flask 
Seeing this pour to action is quite a task
Gosh! But am I thankful for this lemon tart..
hmm.. words could never frame the depth of this in my heart.

Lonely cab First Draft

Sitting in the passive seat
No one cares to even greet

Delicious kisses
Holding her hand
Having the best time
I never had
In the back of my cab

Memories never made
Coward in the driver's seat
Driving nowhere
Sometimes I wait
They sit and stare
Always late
First dates
Lonely old mates
Nail-biting hags
Giggity girls
Clinking bags
Wall Street wolves
I carry their luggage, in more ways than one
And think of all the things I've never done

I take them places
Somewhere for them
Nowhere for me
Oh, the fun they have
They ride, in the back of my cab

It's a Habit

Nail biting, a habit so strong
It's hard to break, it lingers on
It's a nervous habit, it's true
It's hard to stop, what can I do?

My nails are short, my fingers bare
I bite them down, I just don't care
I know it's bad, I know it's wrong
But I can't stop, it's been so long

I try to stop, I try to quit
But I can't help it, I just can't quit
It's a habit that's hard to break
It's a habit that I can't shake

It's a habit that I can't control
It's a habit that takes its toll
It's a habit that I must fight
It's a habit that gives me fright

But I will try, I will not give in
I will fight this habit and win
I will break this habit at last
And I will never bite my nails again.

Bullfighting

Ah, to write something exciting:
full of suspense and nail-biting,
narrow escapes while bullfighting…

The reader and I are gonna
run with the bulls in Pamplona,
sip on an ice-cold Corona;
the allure is so inviting.

Travel across the Atlantic - 
it certainly sounds romantic,
but the first draft sounds pedantic:
a lie to say I’m delighting…

Then, with a thought not yet complete,
overwhelmed by utter defeat,
I hop a ride on the delete:
bull, yes, but mostly rewriting…

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A Zehel: aaa bbba ccca ddda with 8 syllable lines

Nail Biting

I have been systematically bitting
my nails since I was 6 year's old 
so I am told

Sometimes way down past where
the skin begins and blood starts

And it hurts so much I can't even
pick stuff up

And yes I know it's a filthy habit and
it really hurts

I have somehow never been able to stop

So what is the explanation or only
conclusion to be gained

Am I in fact a sadist do I love pain 

1 thing is most definitely for certain
I must quite obviously be stupid
because I know what I am doing 
to myself

And even despite all this I still won't
be stopping any time soon 

Nailed it

If Only We Could

IF   ONLY   WE   COULD


If only we could hold the steady  
Pulses of time through the earth,
So likely to stop at any moment.

We’d calmly plant marigold and pansy beds, 
Even find time to learn the piano,
If only we could. 

If only we could visit again
Bali’s nail-biting thrumble of dormant 
Volcanoes less reliable than Mauna Loa.

We just don’t want to visit you here, 
Between cold stones and cut flowers ;
But to stay home with your pansies and you, 
If only we could.

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Written 27 March  2021
For contest called   "Mother"
Sponsored by Constance La France

Screen Idol

Screen Idol. 
.
The illuminated silver screen was pleasantly graced
By a starlet with presence and a beautiful youthful face
A fem fatale the voyeur audiences characteristic charmer
Of many nail biting thriller and historical drama
The luscious vivacious fragrant flower
Who’s sensuality and allure wielded power
The tantalizer seducing the leading man
Eating out of her pkayful  hand
The monochrome soft focused leading actress
In the off the shoulder bare shoulder dress
An icon adored by many heart captured fans
The story teller who tread the sets 
Of movie land.
Peter Dome©2020.

Brighter

Daylight goes, and darkness glows. 
A weary head, nodding asleep. 
An empty bed, the stars weep. 
Eyes that have seen the writing,
Keep you alive, persistent nail biting. 
An answer to prayers, a long way aways. 
A problem with layers, hidden from the suns rays. 
An omnipotent being, dwelling within,
Another hope freeing, written with pen. 
I only wanted a belief, to show me a way. 
The path of relief, is now forever at bay. 
A depression pending, a soul already sick. 
A world is ending, a curse that will stick. 
Confined to a darkness, a face so evil. 
Shown to me, a plan of upheaval. 
I can find the road, the road that leads home. 
I can find a joy stowed, yet I continue to roam. 
The days are getting brighter, the darkness subsides.
A heavy task gets lighter, as the angel bides. 
I will find the journey of a new beginning, a future I plan on winning.

Speaking Style

Some people are so blunt
Their words tear and make you feel like a runt

Some people are so sharp
Their words cut like the bite of a carp 

Some people are so shallow
Without thinking words they bellow 

For some every second word is a swear
Who they offend they don't care

Some people are so deep
For lack of compression I weep

Some people are so boring 
I am soon snoring

Some people are very quiet
Either dumb or very bright

Some people are full of noise
Like a toddler with his toys

Some people are so exciting 
They leave me nail biting

Some people are so bitter
Spewing words that litter

Some people are so
Sweet
Listening to them is a treat

Some people are down to earth
The shady ones give them a wide berth

Some people beat around the bush
Wish they would just sush

Some people are so straight forward
That it makes some feel awkward

Some people are just right 
Easy to understand and their words give sight

Six-Word Couplet Series Encore Style

Television
Nexflix and chill
Date night thrill

Baby
Constant butt wiper
Another poopy diaper

Puppy
Snuggly and adored
Much to afford

Neighbor
Nosy are they
Dog barking everyday 

Mail
Sometimes paycheck thrills
Other annoying bills!

Sofa
Couch potato crazy
Napping cuz’ lazy

Christmas
Jingle that bell
In-laws from hell

Mortgage
Owning your property
Living in poverty

Me
Loves her writing
Constant nail biting

Remote Control
At least twenty
Devices of plenty

Computer
Viruses and spam
Not enough ram

St. Patty’s Day
Green beer frenzy
Getting too friendly

Husband
Toilet seat up
Just use cup!


Six-Word Couplet Series Encore Poetry Contest
Mark Toney
Written: September 17, 2018
Re-submitted: October 23, 2018

Football Mania 2018

World Cup - 2018
Football season
Football fever
Glued to the television

Moments of anxiety
Nail biting
Edge chair sitting
Cussing the players, the referee
Despair, heart wrenching, disappointment

Then

Screaming, shouting... G O A LLLL!!!
Pandemonium, jumping, dancing, 
Pans knocking, horns blowing
Hilarious with joy

My team won

Ouch!

Silence
Sad face, tears, disbelief, anger, mixed emotions

My team lost

Football season
Football fever

Evolution

Inhumanities buzzard picks at the scraps
squabbling over trash
vultures of the pavement
denying everything has life

A confetti of money
the wedding funeral of it’s own immoral concept
squawking the incantations
of debt
the milking breast
for these divisions of hate

Automaton march
blindfolded into prisons
wifi choir to gobble in slavering mouth
the dance of freedom

Piled to height shop window front
a catalog of so many possessions
scrape nail biting destitution
of anything of all
but nothing at all
without them

Merry-go-around and round and around    
the cul-de-sac of evolution
entrenched, entranced the myriad of human
jack-hammered incessant
into the point of believing
and by deaths alter
sacrifice life

Every dream a skirmish
squandered to the three percent
take a selfie
maybe it’s the only way to ease the pain
be just a ghost in life
who’s monument was the tombstones of prophets
and the next generations list of regrets

Round and around the merry-we-go around
bruised in the dirt by same old, old same trip wires
todays tomorrow repeated again
as if we all have nothing to learn
Evolution
is just a conciliatory conceptual term

Appreciating the Unappreciated

Slowing my mind to analyze each finger as an individual

My fingers are individual in nature. I see them as unique tools each having a body of character necessary to meet my every whim. 

Left pinky is permanently bent from football and rugby but can perform tricks like bending on its own unattached from the others. It falls asleep often and to much my surprise enjoys it! 

My left ring finger is also sleepy and has a nail that can grow out over night. The only finger with a ring, its heavy and comfortable most times.

My left middle is long and bony. The nail has vertical etches that make it unique and a white cloud that never grows away. 

Left pointer with its necessary manicured nail and strong supportive girth is my favorite, it is my work horse. It carries extra skin around the knuckle that bends awkardly.

The left thumb is nail bitten and ugly. Peeling skin just below the nail and large knuckle that is cracked often hint at my job.  

My other hand is strong and exhausted from nail biting and use. Not flowery, ring bearing mirrors of the left but empty shells of crooked scars and dreary work days. The right hand and fingers are not appreciated.

Stronger Than Pain

I've known for long
Yes I've learned for long
Yes I've seen beyond eyes vision
I've felt beyond feelings
For in pain there my pleasure is

What agony sings I've heard
The stronger the pain
The stronger the me
For what broken heart sings I tuned
For what rejection holds I received 

My fragile heart is been torn apart
Time as countless as ocean sands
By the ruthless occupants of the earth
I've sung melancholy
I've danced in despair

River of tears had flooded my countenance
I've borne the unbearable
Luck fled my camp
Uncertainties sang my days to slumber
Despair led me by arms to sorrows residence

Yet I saw victory
I saw breakthrough
In the face of nail biting struggles
As I had my bath taken in the river of tears
And dried by the towel of folly
But I put on the undefeated garment

I've lived my hero
I'm my legend
I'm my king
I'm the victory I've known
I'm my mentor, none is better than

Sands of time knows me by name
Seasons of the sky envied my ego
I'm the rhythm on your radio
I'm the writing on your walls
I'm the image on your screen
I'm the hero unforgettable
I'm one stronger than pain
I'm my legend

Last Night I Dreamt

Last Night I Dreamt..

In the corner of a dark room I stood
Nail biting to sooth my mood
As a figure sat across the room 
I wanted to see him, but couldn’t move

His head moved left to right
Pounding fights ready to fight
You bet, he gave me a fright
As I shivered praying for light

He came closer, his chair so loud
Paralyzed I couldn’t make a sound
Then he stopped as if bound
With a gasp relief I found

At that moment something changed
So I stepped forward and saw the chains
Like an animal he was chained and caged
His eye watered, as he bit on his gag

His bounding bars I could now see
And the pain in his eyes feel
I could recognize him
Because he was me

29/07/2013
Serious

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