Short Cheeked Poems
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I am no body
husk of maiden, shell of she
smiling Buddha cheeked
children crawl from crossed legs
poetry flies from my hands
APRIL
a long time coming
she is rosy cheeked and chill
breath quite treacherous
fickle april of my dreams
fondest promise unfulfilled
central comfy chair, grandma’s.
a mischievous grin, dimple-cheeked.
flops into the warm leather seat, giggling,
with strawberry hair, occupied.
1/24/2019
I’ve seen a rosy-cheeked nobody
who was a star far more i
n her thrill at the chance met moment
than the jaded celebrity
who grimaced to give her autograph again.
The girl in the corner
Sucker cheeked
Sweet lips
had such a pretty face
you'd think
it was broken joy
in a flower pot
waiting to be dissembled
by sticky wrappers.
Anteater’s ideas are absolute.
Buff-cheeked gibbon gives them a toot.
Tree kangaroo throws down a shoot.
Peacock pheasant gives them the boot.
I run away with all of their loot.
I am kind of a robber galoot.
Summer, darkened off.
Hung yet of o'er
As bright to the core
Nectarine. Peach.
Arboured italian!
Now my pleasure
To share whose leisure
Ripe to ravish
Soft cheeked, alike squish.
When for, so reach.
Bundled up huddled up
and
rosy cheeked
my wooly-capped son and I
listen to the bell-runner's song
beneath a lowering sky
Ginger ‘s hair now grey, bragging
Impishly, how she had worn a mini
Never short of partners when
Going out until small hours dancing
Enjoying the infamy of being a rebel the
Rosy cheeked lady recalled yesteryear
She Rose Up, He went Down
seen through the heat haze of morn
the sun rises, blushing pink
to peach, then rose cheeked
a lustful sun burns the sky
to periwinkle blue
oh the after glow
Date: 6/28/13
* Love poetry was written in this form.
Contest: The Red Sun
When the lights, one by one
House-lit do go off
I, with envy, pull back
A window's lace-cloth.
For there, under the stars
A Sleeping Beauty!
Earth - kissed awake of Dawn.
Wet-cheeked, more wishful
For whose own dreams come true
Which hour, too, finds me.
layers of a personality
apple cheeked marionettes
acting evil and good
soothing smooth smiles
and blood curdling stares
sometimes the arms drop off
with clattering noise
clothing will tear
or succumb to linen rot
but heroes and villains shine only at night
so ordinary in the light
Sleep
The violet purple sky above lay eyes to play with the sun
The darkened garnet green of the fields are for animals to seek and run
The warmest orange flame of a fire to sit beside when work is done
The smiling rosy cheeked woman to love when weary eyes are stung
And all is quiet in my world as sweet slumber rest does come
Form:
Spring, fresh cheeked, thrills us with renewal,
Heralding life’s cycle born anew
Summer, with the face of adolescence,
Warms the heart and smiles at us with flowers
Autumn dances to the song of twilight,
It's age dismissed with colorful abandon
Winters presence meets a cold reception
And mourns the passing of another year
I recall two small girls
skipping along the hill
in the summer of their
cherry cheeked childhood
studying sticks and stones
amongst red-gold leaves
whilst clouds cast faint shadows
foretelling futures
of long-legged beauty.
Then, in the chill of evening sun
Tramping down the slope,
homeward
for warm-up tea and
chocolate cake comfort.
asters in her hair
and wearing a hint of blush-
September strolls in. . . .
crooning melancholy strains
she bids adieu to summer.
October follows-
whimsical and ruddy-cheeked. . . .
sometimes blowing in
she brightly draws attention
then exits quite eerily
following sulking
in her sister’s faded gown
November arrives -
stepping lively at the time
of harvest’s celebration
Open wide my mouth,
as sugar stirs my tongue,
stained a juicy blue,
and satisfied with its surprise.
For along the winding steep,
my eyes in apropos of Summer,
plucked the childhood fruit
and stirred it sweet and cold.
Stainless steel lips, lime-eyed
and chubby-cheeked, remember,
the iridescence of an innocent sun,
carefree and loved.
4/23/2019
Suzy with her cute black curls
and red rose in her hair
plays with June. These rose-cheeked girls
have lots of love to share.
Tea parties make both girls grin.
Some sweet tea they have made.
Blue/pink cups their tea is in.
A matching cloth is laid.
The girls sure love things blue and pink;
June wears a pink rose too.
The tea they now prepare to drink.
A nice chat will ensure.
Drunken Moon Haiku
smokeless tobacco
seeking light from another
mooching off the sun
loitering in dusk’s
drunken aura of darkness
last call at sunrise
a lone wolf’s farewell
song of life’s broken spirit
hobos serenade
round moon – square window
cold framing whiskey’s wisdom
red cheeked aftermath
John G. Lawless
7/3/2015
written for prompt of DRUNKEN MOON HAIKU
Shush my child
Sleep awhile
Close your eyes
My honey baby.
Lips so sweet
tiny feet
Sleep awhile
My honey baby
Lashes long
Red cheeked born
Sleep awhile
my honey baby.
Eyes of blue
precious too
Sleep awhile
my honey baby.
Shush my child
Sleep awhile
Go to dreamland
honey baby.
When you rise
no surprise
Ma will kiss
Her honey baby.
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the sidewalks turn into rivers
soaking shoes that smack the concrete bottom.
rosy-cheeked and bleary-eyed
you stumble next to me,
but my steps are meticulous,
avoiding the writhing worms-
pinkish but corpse-gray on their deathbeds-
a public drowning.
I would stop and carry them to land,
but you would make an ugly face
and say cruel boy things.
so i sacrifice their lives
for another moment of peace.
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Inside the decorated house there's peace
Snow seems an added charm of fantasy
Wondrous scenery of erect pines spark glee
Ornaments sparkle with shimmering ice
Romina fondles infant red-cheeked Jack
Dancing the star-shaped snowflakes gleam
Serena sets up the freshly-cut Christmas Tree
Sipping hot chocolate with sweet whipped cream
Puppies look outside and run wild like cats
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Paris at Christmas
city of lights for a week
streets decorated
Eiffel Tower lit
like a Christmas tree aglow
tourists staring up
shoppers bustling crowds
bells ring; children caroling
joy is everywhere
rosy-cheeked Santas
wrapping presents with ribbon
in department stores
light sprinkle of snow
sleigh ride through the Tuileries
wrapped tight in blankets
Written December 5, 2022
I beseech the shards of my shattered self,
as recollections collect with a jagged edge,
for a softened reflection of a dream in smithereens
to sheath this sunken cheeked shadow
lost in the mirrored fragments
of hollow-eyed tears.
Susan Ashley
February 12, 2019
~ Sixth Place ~
Premiere Contest: May 2019 Premier 4 (Max 14 Lines)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~ Fifth Place ~
Contest: Capture That Emotion
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
In the aquamarine tranquil sea,
a huge torpedo ,shot right at me,
super King was its size,
stinky scent of dead mice,
Brown spots on my new white bikini.
Charma
(Not for the contest,inspired by Caroline's limerick's sea contest..and by a true
story,twisted to a tale:)
Ps.I don't know if this passes for a limerick,If it does,this would be my first:)
(I could see the relief on the red cheeked boy's face and feel his Victory over
my death:)