Short Earlobes Poems
Short Earlobes Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Earlobes by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Earlobes by length and keyword.
I’ve had pretty ears
For nearly seventy years
with thrice-pierced enhancement,
Pearl, ruby and opal~
Wisdom, worth and joy of existence~
Jewels of spirituality.
People are the weirdest animals on the globe
This may come as no great surprise especially if I disrobe
My Adonis-like body
Ain't not too shoddy
Won world-wide acclaim for my muscular earlobes
Such clutter in my mind by the end of the day
I want it all to just go away...
The violence ringing out around the globe
The screams and the shouts in my earlobes...
~ Time for a dip in a shower, cool as Norway...
World is too noisy.
Screeh! I have to pass near screams of machines,
How my earlobes shrink in fear,
They do not have mercy.
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13/3/2017
Hands soothe shoulders and the neck
Warm soft lips at your earlobes peck
Taste the fragrance of the skin
Oh those burning fireS deep within
And down the spine the fingers run
In come the kids and spoil the fun
Not all stories have an happy ending
tiny diamonds,
like two tamed supernovae,
in earlobes; a shiny
forehead which would do
to powder; Sylvia Plath
bookmarked with my love letter
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I see your smile
It embraces me
Tender earlobes listening
~
Holy-Wholly sweet lips speaking
Life
God’s mouth speaks life
~
His breaths in us
God listens graces us eyes vison
His Holy renditions
10/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr©2024
To my ears, not elephant ears
I did not inherit from my granddad.
I have ear piercings on my earlobes,
which allow me to showcase
my favorite earrings or studs.
The left ear is fully deaf,
allowing me to enjoy the silence.
In a hectic world,
those moments are golden.
Breathless she whispered her promise
over the ocean's whippoorwill wave
Eager for word did he hearken
suppressed beneath work-a-day's grave
Closer she drew to strained earlobes
alluring, affection's tone's shape
Ecstatic their impassioned revelry
in dawn's light arm-in-arm draped
One long ray of sunlight
gleans down on the back porch
and rests in the eyes of gardenias.
The day is dying
piece by piece
until the light absorbs itself
behind the purple horizon.
The white hooded milk of the moon
is sneaking in like dandelions sprinkling
the yard mustard yellow.
Crickets are playing their shrill violins-
the symphony glides on tender earlobes
and appears to never rest.
One long ray of sunlight
gleams down
on the back porch and
rests in the eyes
of gardenias.
The day is dying
piece by piece
until the light
absorbs itself
behind the purple horizon.
The white hooded milk
of the moon is sneaking in
like dandelions
sprinkling the yard
mustard yellow.
Crickets are playing their
shrill violins - the symphony
glides on tender earlobes and
appears to never rest.
How many places on a person’s skin
can people find to place a pin?
Another tattoo, “woman on pole,”
colorful inks next to pinhole;
tongues a-pierced and skin a-flayed,
one’s body now a creative arcade.
Earlobes stretched to amazing size,
though I wonder, “Is that wise?”
There’s scenes of beauty, I will admit,
but some don’t know just when to quit.
So when friends suggest I get one done,
I turn around and quickly run.
Would that I had a bracelet of starlight 'round my wrist.
A matching ring upon my hand, my earlobes starlight kissed.
I wish I had a neck chain of moonbeams 'round my neck,
To wear with robes of gossamer and be so fine bedecked;
But if I had such finery it wouldn't be so special.
I wouldn't value it so much if they were on my level;
But every night I'm bathed in them, the jewels of the night.
I bask in silver radiance as I walk beneath their light.