Neckline Poems | Examples

Disturbia

Peering into a pair of eyes
I saw the sun explode
The line between life and death’s inside
  from all angles
Vermillion clouds decorate the aether
A voice is strangled in the cold

Raindrops shuffle my vision
I see your moonlit neckline
Bellissima archeia nera
Twinkling down Jacob’s Ladder
 from Heaven’s Gate
With hallowed intentions

On winter days, summer nights
I drink spirits
  from your celestial solstice
Breathing deep under your waters
Searching for a higher power
Finding it in Your image

Drink Me

I often think
In darker times
It's pointless toil
Creating rhymes

For what do rhymes
Achieve, and such?
Perfection strives
For words to clutch

Some faint idea
Some headlocked chat -
It smiles, then fades
Like Cheshire Cat

Chasing thought
Down rabbit hole
Succeed or fail
No heads will roll

From bitter world
To jammy tart
Where sweetness lives
In printed heart

No grumpy queen
No neckline threats
Beguiling words
This soul begets

Perhaps, in time
Simplistic notion
Can be transformed 
With the right potion 

Perhaps, if time 
Allows, we will
Through heartfelt words
Our dreams fulfill

DAYAN

Let me tel you a story of a dayan
Devastated beauty carrying her broken heart 
Being a victim of decline
Willing to cut her throat with a knife
Immense blood is swelling from her neckline
Dynamism expresses her soul
Lighting up phantasmagoria in her mind
Her compelling toughness works as a built-in potential
Keeping her heart behind
Which encourages her to face
The hungry fight of terrible kind
Her well built mind is recklessly solving ambivalence
While she is a eternal form of shine
Puzzling the blocks of exhilaration in succession 
To get closer to divine

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

Baskets

Slim elegance, pencil-sharp,
dark business skirt,
clean contrasts
where the black cuts
a clear white neckline.

Stretchy pants,
wide at the beam,
rumpled fore and rear,
a clear predilection
for sweats.

The two women
enter by the same door,
both will leave
by the same door,
never noting each other.

The fuzzy store-greeter,
stacks baskets,
none of which are different
until filled with choices -
samplings that speak
of each self-image.

The Hearse

A foul breath of misty, cold, damp air
brushed across my cheek, caressing hair;
then, unhurriedly, around neckline
while slinking languidly down my spine,
which shivered at that, and eerie sound;
of a four-beat rhythm; shod hooves on ground.
Unearthly screams from deep dark shadows;
the murderous caws of old black crows
disturbed by a corpse in passing hearse.
I held a button and voiced a verse
as it passed me by; alas, in vain,
I spied my face in its windowpane.
Deathly wind drafts in the hearse's wake
ravaged through my flesh - and soul did take.

Something Spooky 8 to 16 lines Poetry Contest, placed 1st.
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Date wrote: 05-October-2021

Why I Loved Cds Poem Top Heavy Trudy

When top-heavy Trudy went drinking
She noticed the men were all blinking
Her low neckline falling 
Dear Lord, it’s appalling
That Trudy’s own “three eyes” were winking

 *Written June 11, 2014 

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014

Celebrating Carolyn's Poetry: An Uncontest Poetry Contest

Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich

Carolyn was such a witty lady I loved her poems and learned so much about meter from reading her poems. The Top heavy Trudy poem is a perfect example of a bawdy limerick and I love the use of humour in the title . Carolyn always encouraged me to write witty poems especially the limerick form and the poem I chose mirrors my own sense of humour

08/30/21

Featherbell Sleeves

By train, plane, by wings,
I hear the angels sing.

Their featherbell sleeves,
golden flutterbies weave

in mind-blowing confection.
I remember the affection

for long distance kin and kith —
missing links that make me writhe,

and Niagara Falls - its plunging
neckline, of psychedelic rainbows, lunging

catapult of sentiment and mist.
The kiss of sunflowers on smiling lips,

cruising excursions, explorations then kips.
The reward of sleep in the rocking cabin -

the deep with its sonorous spin.
Let the feathers fly! In travel, they win

and at last I’ll be calm of Hesperus dreams,
those dreams that come apart at the seams.

I hold tightly to sleeves, that cure of Spring,
a blizzard of lucid color that true living brings.

3/5/2021
Couplets - most with rhymes

Coats of Silk

There’s a man up on high
Wearing the longest star studded 
Black silk coat I have ever seen
And a big yellow button with a gleam

He changes just after dawn
Awakening with a yawn
He looks sober in a white silk coat
An orange button on his neckline 

After toiling the whole day in the sun
At twilight he wears colours of rays for fun
Purple Orange Crimson silk coat shining bright
Holding breathtaking views in the dusk light.


3.2.2021

My Ugly Sweater

I bought myself an ugly sweater
It was on sale at a good price
It has a red neckline  all around
Then the color changes light grey
The sleeves are in red and white
In the middle of the sweater seen
Are these words screen printed on
The words say "Santa Claws"
Underneath these words is a 
Screen print photo that is done
A red hat hanging down long
With a pompom hanging long
A black cat is wearing this hat
On this special day for Christmas
With a sweater with white design
Background with snowflakes 
Then smaller snowflakes followers
Reindeer in a rowand black cat
One side followed by the snowflakes
Then another black cat on the other side
The black cat is lovely 
Followed by more red and white stripes
I like this sweater and will wear it often
This sweater is not ugly it is beautiful
In this sweater is a black cat
Wearing a Christmas hat and sweater
The cat is spreading Christmas joy
I will wear this sweatere on Christmas Day

Emerald Dress Excerpt

'Rithimus Divisa 10'  

10/21/2020

The dress that you’re wearing is oh so sweet 
from the curve of the neckline to the hem at your feet.  

The color is brilliant as I’ve ever seen 
What a wonderful shade of emerald green. 

Original Poem posted: 12/4/2019 "Emerald Dress"

English School

 Greyhound but a vague puzzle piece
Included in this English School.
The cynophilist unearths fur
On the edge of the frame, the hunt
For the breed, the breadth of the pet.

Lace shawl nets cornucopia —
The lady’s pink, white, red petals.
The anthophile’s bountiful vase.
Roses on table, floor, in hand,
Bud’s obscure in her brunette hair.

Moon brightness of the centerfold.
The poet details full length gown,
Square neckline, sash about her waist,
The opalescent pointy shoes,
Her brows, pert lips and curly locks.

The backdrop assimilates to floor.
Blossoming crystal vase sparkles.
Felicity of bride in June.
An English garden brought inside.
Greyhound in artist’s servitude. 

9/24/2020
Poem based on English School
Portrait of a woman and her greyhound

Over the Top

The lady’s name was Snookums
Her dress awash with blossoms.
The low neckline drooped
Whenever she stooped
Baring her splendid bosom.

Keepsake

Keepsake

A faded velvet box in lilac hues
 Protects a heart forged in priceless gold
Like secret caresses of a new love
 Precious gift of commitment – never old.

A faded photograph – sepia tones -
 Beloved faces – no wrinkles of today –
A locket graces a youthful neckline
 Vows of eternal love – a wedding day.

A faded memory – love ever young 
 Still lives beyond the dusty greys;
No tarnish dulls the bright recollections
 Of two hearts intertwined in yesterdays.

Faded days breathe again - heart reopened –
Gift for a wedding day – new love spoken. 

8-5-20
This poem is about the gift of a locket from my grandfather to my grandmother and now to me.
Contest: K Contest - New or Old
Sponsor: Constance La France

In Praise of the Naked Truth

I'm up to my eyeballs in tawdry disguises - 
let women wear auras or no clothes at all!
Let men naked roam too! Dark skin, white, sans tattoo,
and the light of day see just what's bought and what's me!
Should my poems more suit you or dress down all sizes,
Conflate cows deemed sacred with pigs that appall?

Do metaphors obfuscate, or catch one napping -
do meter and rhyme feed or threaten belief?
Is a Lotus one drives, just a bloom one contrives
to take focus away from crass things one might say?
Is a plunging neckline more release or a trapping,
(gill net) for unschooled? There's allure, but no beef?

God's truth can't be mine though my head's a humdinger -
all-natural, unswollen, upstart in art!
I'm a retrograde poet, who feels more a butt
for colliding with free verse, that others traverse
as if skiing downhill. But for me, rhyme's the bringer
of what's in the pipe! My brain plays a bit part!


Brian Johnston
25th of June in 2020

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