Short Dermis Poems
Short Dermis Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Dermis by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Dermis by length and keyword.
Crying; eyes closed
Dermis exposed
Blood on my clothes
Thoughts decompose
Flame-licking burning
Stomach is turning
Dizzy; concerning
Better start learning
Death by disdain
I dance in the rain
Drunk on the pain
Bandage my brain
sunglasses protect deep green eyes
an Aer Lingus cap protects a fair, Irish nose
SPF 50, slathered generously, protects my skin
from the sun’s bright, harmful rays
my heart, protected by the strong bones of the chest wall,
layers of dermis, and by my swimsuit top
blisters with a third degree burn
Fields of the dermis yield a harvest worthy of an ample supply of suppleness,
Foretelling fluctuating skin moisturizing balms that saturates the aged cavities,
Cherished heydays occupied a magnificent face for cameras to envy,
In the advance of time, I am content to tender the waning years.
2020 January 14
trace a trail
let fingers softly linger
hands slide slowly over
smooth, dermis surface
explore exposed peaks
discover treasure's hidden intricacy
stake your claim on
all this sweet terrain
kiss me slow
but with sweet urgency
ride the tidal wave of
pleasure that it brings
rediscover treasure's hidden intricacy
stake your claim on
all this sweet terrain
Stuck to
myself
the glue starts
to lift
Exposing
my nature
a soul
frozen stiff
Letting
me go
the dermis
strips off
The sun
rushing in
melting
the frost
Open
to light
new Angels
take hold
Rebuilding
my past
the future
remolds
All dread in
the mirror
now turned to
the wall
My essence
unfrozen
and prescience
— rethawed
(The New Room: July, 2025)
What a world!
Where dejection ought not glide,
Kindle nor abide,
All I craved,I never had,
Nor my tears ever dried,
What of me was made,dejection's pride,
What I had thought it was,
What was meant to be home,
A bit did I know,'t was one to roam,
My feet too bare,so lone was the path,
But to fate I held,
And by faith had I compelled,
Now I genuflect in tears,
When already my dermis dwindle,
To thee I return,Set,god of the desert.
By Parizo Van Thulare
poetry my collection
Poetry my connotation
You brought me the greatest inspiration
Yet i smile with satisfaction
Poetry my Luncheon
It's my mind you hunt like legion
Its you all over my neurons
Poetry my daily lotion
It's you all over my epidermis
Flowing down with sudoriferous gland to my dermis
I'm glowing in complexion
Poetry my Rendition
The reason i smile in inclination
You my elevation
I'm down with you until extinction
If you fortune a tangent,
You’ll get a stash,
A rill of crescents pageant,
Old and holding the gash.
Perception not able,
The dynamo dies in the land,
Normal cable to stable,
The bearings of negates and hand.
Piercings whisper through the ears,
Wheat quakes to sliver rum,
Dermis exhalted the overdraft years,
The pollination riffed the drum.
Chrysanthemum sung to oak,
To know the structure is of the silk,
Bacchus architectured folk,
When muscle, mind ruptured n’ did silt.