Short Breast Poems
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I am a woman who has a color for every emotion, there is a rainbow that shines inside my breast, right after every storm.
Form:
Whoever said that there's no use crying over spilled milk
obviously never pumped six ounces
and then accidentally dumped it.
limbs cup nature’s breast
mossy trunk hugs whistling stream
cricket praise fills earth
Brian Johnston
October 20, 2015
..
rips the breath from my breast
pulling spit to wet the lip
Anti
ci patience gone
have is the need
slave never freed
Doesn't Christmastime mean
presents, carols and cheers?
But for one it won't
be a jolly Holiday
diagnosed with breast cancer.
From life I begged poetry!
She answered with a knife,
Hard into my breast, plunged hilt-high,
Aware I wear no metal vest!
An act of true love
He fingered his breast pocket
A genuflection
Love letter sheds pure tears
Echoes heard across the years
caressing my
own breast
fingers frozen
on a cold hand
my nipple
erectly
stands
no thought
of throwing
snow balls
Form:
Like nipple on breast
Smile with the rising bright sun
Flower shines fresh day
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
26/08/2021
my bird flew away wind confessed
my beard grew awhite time consoled
my breast cried aloud milked
my breath dried alone choked
Form:
Blue bells engraved on
gold locket against my breast
reminder of love
when time carelessly spent in
lying on the meadow green
On bended knees I felt the horrors
Of death as it gushed out blood on me
Behind closed eyes,
On perky breast of a female death.
Oh, to repose beside my wife
And cushion head upon her breast
While, to my ear, she pulses life:
Moment sublime, I must attest.
Precious
Baby at Mom's breast
Soft fragrance of sweet powder
The tender touch of love
Evelyn Pearl Anderson
Pearls gleam on her breast
Epitome of beauty
Iridescent eye
Elegance of yesterday
Immortalized on canvas.
I assummed breast
Was no longer
A private part
Until they began
To expose the pudenda
And I began
To wonder
What part
Is then private?
three starving children...
ripping flesh loose from her breast
she does what it takes
*Louisiana State Flag
Tim Ryerson
7/18/2015
To medics, a breast is a purse
Enriching both doctor and nurse
A bra strap tattoo
Is better for you
Than an early ride in an hearse!
Long
Running
Tape of grey
Unwinds its way
Across Gaia’s breast
Tell your stories
To riders
Mighty
Road.
eating poetry with a
plastic fork
sophisticated
drinking breast milk
with a straw
wavered objects
seeds swell your spa-
cious womb
Form:
My mother and aunts
All suffered from breast cancer
Mom’s right breast removed
She had the choice to abort
But she risked her life for me
WOMAN
Woman,
Mother,
Breast of sustenance;
Assurance.
Giving,
Raising,
Unconditional LOVE.
Francis Cooper – Mac © 17-Jul-20
Sticky mammogram
The dreaded breast biopsy
Little prick and burn.
Warm flesh on cold stainless steel
The breathless waiting begins.
Take one chicken breast
Cooked for 5 minutes too long,
an expired boxed wine
And she’ll be out of there quick
Perfect end to a bad date
broken wing feathers
drops off fallen robins breast
crushed little birds dead
6/20/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021