Short Cheekbones Poems

I want to live in my mother's cheekbones that kiss the moon,
then climb down her braids and fall asleep in my indigenous silver spoon....

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Teenage acne scarring
put an end
to your sojourn
your eyes as beautiful as dawn
glacial cheekbones
the shifting sands
of frozen time relieved
to the demure of wisdom
now realised...

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Youth’s power
Creams and powder
Textures and colour
Canvas made prettier
Lips more tender
Cheekbones rosier
Eyes like Cleopatra’s daughter



Submitted for A LATE DECEMBER STANDARD CONTEST sponsored be BRIAN STRAND - December 22, 2017  -  RANKED 3RD...

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Your eyes mull over my cheekbones in silence.
They have decided something,
these mutiny parts of ours.
If only they could sprout mouths,
tell us what they have found,
then we might not be here -- 
me with the dead skin of my fingers,
you with your brown patches for eyes....

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You pose for me from time to time
   I sketch you with my words.
   Perfect curves angles and shadows.  
   Sun frames hair in a halo;
   cheekbones of a movie queen;
   Cleopatra smile of yours
   brings me to my knees.
   You stop time.
   I see forever
   in your eyes....

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Torn pages lie on hardwood
       in uneven pieces

  
Salty water streams from sad eyes
      when no one is watching

  
Angry fists bruise small cheekbones
       thin lips now shine swollen

  
Young ears staind black, hatred is born
      from the evil down the hallway...

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The tears screamed 
As they came out all
Alone 
One by one touching
Your cheekbones
I tried so hard 
To comfort 
You
But you just told me to shoo
No matter 
Hard you try
Ill always be 
Right
By your side
Even though 
You want to fly
Up  to the heavens 
Is where you
Will go
But how will 
We  ever know...

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When you lay asleep I kiss you and brush your fine hair with my cheek.
Listening to your breaths and taking in the moment of your peace.
Beautiful lips and strong cheekbones stare back at me. 
I whisper sweet words to engage your dream.
Little moans, I let them pierce my ear with glee.
Gripping your strength, awakens your love, so sweet....

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I oiled the card of daily being
splashing the paint from glass; I pointed
slanting cheekbones of ocean streaming
on plate of jelly, I was joyed
to read the calls of some new lips
on tin fish scales; oh, it is cute,
But could you play Nocturne on ribs
of very noisy drainpipe flute?

P.S. My translation of poem by Vladimir Mayakovsky...

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Pugnacious crystals deflect penetrating light
Eyelashes dance along cheekbones come night.
Dirt-faced dignities transfix as delusions
Desolve dainty dandelions with nuclear fusion.

Sweat gathers in sleeping crevices along slacken skin
When deserved disillusionment wields unlikely fins
So set for disharmonization and discourse
Towards the mist of bogs and perverse intercourse....

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My eyes sparkle for Grace.
                    From a ray of sunshine, untainted by the raise.
                           High cheekbones with a shade of red.
      It’s not from your blush, which has me stuck here with wobbly legs. 











2/13/18                    "Romantic charm in 4 lines" contest
                                        Sponsored by: Silent One...

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I may not have a Hollywood body 
Or Hollywood hair 
A Hollywood smile 
Or a Hollywood stare.

I may not have Hollywood lips 
Or be Hollywood thin 
Or have Hollywood cheekbones
And Hollywood skin.

I may not have a Hollywood house 
Or a Hollywood garden 
A Hollywood room
Or a Hollywood fountain.

Hollywood friends
Or Hollywood parents
Hollywood money
Or a Hollywood Terrance.


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The family album from times ago
Has faces I never knew,
Except…for a tint-type I feel I know
From eighteen fifty-two

The mouth is like mine and eyes as well—
Our cheekbones are high--the same;
But he was reputed to pact with Hell,
And shamed our honored name.

And I shrink at the mention of sorcery—
(The Devil’s work on Earth!),
But whisperings in our family
Have shadowed me since birth....

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She is night star beautiful
strawberry blond curls
illuminating royal cheekbones
hazel (eye)d
conversationalist supreme
bikini fit
the crown jewel on Mr. Deans 
list

Lunchtime, she chose her seat carefully
her cherub face bathed in half shadow
in a strange three-quarter pose
like a nude model sitting for a con 
artist
 
Forever single
the pretty girl with the glass eye 
was lonelier than a night star...
i suppose...

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Walking in beauty
while whispers arise from shanky screetchers
who will testify that beauty is only skin deep

She is an asset to those of female persuesion
a bright light
that glimmers whether it is day or night
her cheekbones carved in the most exquisite form
while
a tourquise collar
graces that cheschire smile
and chestnut coloured eyes

she walks in beauty
a marvelous image of flowing freedom
lightly stepping
soft on the earth....

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Fettered to stationary slave drivers, 
I was a young bull prodded 
by the stinging, rusted tips 
of your cheekbones. 
  
I'm not worried. 
Tomorrow I will escape. 
I have found my avenue, 
she's a far cry from you. 
  
Words stitched together from 
an addled haze 
are nestled in a pouch 
tucked below your face. 
  
I'll just have to slip a hand 
in there and take them back. 
It's not clear what I'll gain, 
but I'm sure of what you'll lack....

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I am not sleek cheekbones
Or chirpy cheerleader chants
I am not bleached blonde platinum
Or bubblegum pink
I am neither New York heels
Nor barefoot California

Don't classify my science a deceiver
Don't judge my faith a non-believer

Cry me no unreal tears for Twitter stick figures
I prefer the flesh of a well-fed life

I am not glossy lipstick and lingerie
I am the unmade face, the mismatched pace
The full grown, real sized woman he wants - every day.

8/30/19...

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rent from the agony
past.

muscle mass made
from joy too.

hangs now deprived
form. Nerves dead.
Dead blood. Hard,
insoluble damns
capillary at
single 
stroke.

higher disfunction 
set on repeat
flickers behind
eyes bright
that do not bare looking

drooping red ring
rheumy. makes a
crust on the lost beauty

cheekbones once 
chalk hills
dressed with
apple trees

are now nursery for flakes
of unstoppable tears

'wipe your eyes old man'

If only you could....

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Mirror-leather cheekbones and a smile belt
Hanging like a lucky charm on a girlish wrist.
Thick lashes to shelter the green I could only dream of
In painted reveries, while stringing beady sighs
Around the neck of the endless day.
Yet, I put more scraps of midnight
Into my pockets, on a quick touch of time,
And I let my gaze rest on the shape of you,
As your pace darkens into the deep.
I follow you, breathing in the foldings of the skin
That grew out of mine and lives on another....

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her lips                             his eyes
    just flips                                tells lies


      her nose                            his ears
            just glows                           snipped spears

          cheekbones                              his chin
                   like stones                              looks grim

                 eyebrows                                lashes
                          just wow                              flashes...

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