Short Chest Poems
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i love the way your chest hair smells
it makes me feel quite rude
it smells much better than old spice
and mothers home made food
make the right move
and you grove
it can be insane
cause pain
that all part of the life game
there's no one blame
LIFES IS A CHEST GAME
Sigmund Freud
Father of psychoanalysis employed
Experimented with cocaine, hoping for fame
Instead got congested nose and chest pain
a dead man's chest
at the depths of the ocean
a treasure to find
the lost city .. atlantis
yourself .. most precious gem
May you be honed
and strengthened
by the humiliation
of occasional defeat.
Yet, in triumph,
may you shun urges
of chest-thumping
arrogance and conceit!
Treasures hidden
Within the heart
In magic gardens
Of desires cached
The key to love
Is not in souls
But the kiss
Of two fools who dare
To chase hidden treasures
I gazed into emerald eyes
And saw the smile of an angel
I admired her treasure chest
Proudly displayed
I told her I was a pirate
And from now on
Her treasure was mine
My chest is double crossed
To defend from demons
A heart protected from evil
Is another life saved by Him
And two radiant relics
Keep me safe
On the Devil’s Earth
Form:
this is no joke
i smell the smoke
as i moke
alone
as winter go on
holdays shopping
is non stopping
i don't fess
i love the smell
and christmas bell
of
CHEST NUTS
Rutherford Creampuff Sensitive Chest
Holds his hurt feelings next to his vest.
Dee Junior a mean cad,
Hurt his feelings so bad.
He ran off one day, heading way out west.
For Donald Trump did Popeye vote
Olive Oil squealed, "Why, you old goat!"
Trump is not the best
Called me, 'Ms. Flat Breasts'
Popeye snickered, "Olive, don't gloat."
Gold
Shiny, pretty
Sparkling, exciting, mesmerizing
Jewel, tiara, horn, stone
Dulling, disappointing, fooling
Dirty, ugly
Rock
Contest~Anthony Slausen~Treasure Chest
My hair is frizzy and very black.
I found it in my chest of drawers.
Also a bunch grows in my crack.
And if you like it, it's all yours.
For Rick Parise's "A Bad Hair Day" contest
A brain
is an internal treasure chest
filled with abstract gems and gold
that can be replicated as one
gives their gold to fill
another's treasure box for
the better of their future
the Vallhall journey
drunken orgies - fight and death
mead - milked from a goat
My heart pulsates in my chest
When you come around
All bets are off
I lay my cards on the table
As you shuffle the deck
And I tremble to think
That you actually know me
Yet still stay by my side
Form:
Heavy are shoulders
Bearing caskets of the dead
Cardboard or lined Lead
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Compelled To Get Off of My Chest
Feel compelled to remove from my chest;
Trump has been big crook like all the rest;
Looked near and far;
Next to Trump are,
And you should be sure to see big nest.
Jim Horn
Lost Love is always welcome here
Behind blue eyes
And in these tears
Inside my hollow hopeless heart
Between black lungs
And broken parts
Upon my calloused finger tips
That touched the skin
I've come to miss
Form:
perched on the branch
tree lizard puffs up its chest
like a balloon
dancing in the dark
fireflies paint lines of light
in exquisite designs
a buzzing bee
the sleeping dog awakens
then bolts from the room
meandering through
nostalgic eras
of youthful memories
how precious the gift
of a joyful heart
family and friends
longing for summertime
gregarious gatherings
for new memories
to fondly cherish
AP: 2nd place 2020
Do you belong to a community? One you don't know that
Well..I note there are many so called community's and
There is a memory? of how were never going to give in..' And
We were always assured' the communists would never ever win.!!
The Toy Chest
Where the Toys are, We love the best
In which, We play with, being of Earnest zest
For they, over the Others, had passed the Test
Making Us, an Interest, in them, decide to invest
Upon retiring them, to the box, for Eternal rest
Beware, ye fools, who open this chest.
Beware, ye fools, of what happens next.
Open this chest and you invite strife.
Beware, ye fools, you'll forfeit your life.
Open this chest and death you invite.
Beware, ye fools, you won't last the night.
We may choose our friends
even pick our pals
tho' it won't make no never mind
if they're guys or gals
but just to get it off my chest
while keeping you abreast
and not go bust or waters muddy
for me Dolly Parton would have been
my best bosom buddy