Short Foreheads Poems
Short Foreheads Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Foreheads by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Foreheads by length and keyword.
~ Cerebration ~
A promontory vigilant
forehead of foreheads
Behind the curtain
mystery awaits
Frequent famines, furrowed foreheads, faint
Father's font fructified, free flowing
fare for fragile famished families
finally fullness, faith
freedom from fervent fraught
Precision incisions put holes in our ears
our noses, our foreheads and tongues
As for me, I had enough holes in my head
to last me a lifetime when I was but young
Six roses
hands wrapped together
foreheads touching
sweet eyes meet mine
thank you
our life together
a blessed sacrament
a holy union
a sanctuary
love above all others
Valentine
Hardly any creature is
Of equal proficiency
To decipher a melody
Void of meaning
Though the reason for such foolery
Defines the existence of apathetic beings
Therefore upon there foreheads
Carved were no meanings
Under the national treasures, they scramble for seats,
Selfishness solemnly from the wrinkled faces drips.
Do they speak our words or the words of Japanese Jeeps
When poverty and insecurity on our foreheads firmly sits?
Where are all those followers now~
Deep inside those freedom walls
And how those in war so falls~
Dabbing the foreheads, off sweats so ahh!!
Soldiers
Call...
3/5/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©
Lets meet by the gate and jump it
Hands intertwined as we share nothing but short breaths
In the heat
Our shoes beat into the brush
As we forget what's behind us
And when dusk becomes our dawn
And sweat flickers against our foreheads
We can get up and walk back
Then jump the gate.
sun sets
fire scarlet and gold
kissing ocean spray
soft steps on stairs
palms outstretched
dripping salty fingertip raindrops
on foreheads
and sleeping babes’ bare shoulders
hush now,
the Lady of the Sea whispers
eyelids flutter
slumber takes
the children of the tide
wake no more
Foreheads smeared with ash,
pass me by on the street,
smudge them, who came
from ground and ground they
will return.
Earth to Earth,
Ashes to Ashes,
Dust to Dust,
Ash me please for I repent,
sweat of brow, my skin like
a miners face, like a soldier,
smudged to make him strong,
to announce a fearsome fate.
Listen to poem:
The swell is rising,
furrowing the brow of seascape,
forewarning of storm arising.
Sheer bliss for surfers,
toil and trouble incising
ferment and foreboding
on sailor's foreheads, glistening,
with the spray and froth flung
from wave-top manes breaking,
off from white horses on the bay prancing.
24 September 2019
I don't know the faces
in the old photograph,
stored in the attic
with other relics
of lives long past
I don't know their names,
or the stories etched
on weathered foreheads,
and in eyes that saw
both sorrow and joy.
I should have asked
their names
before grandmother
rejoined the family
in that old photograph.
Handle with Care
ought to be written there
On soft fragile foreheads
tucked into precious beds
From infancy to toddlerhood
childhood through adolescence
Survival thanks to the good
grace of His blessed Effulgence...
As we hover o'er our graves
thanks to Him who paves
Our way, handles us with care
hears our every prayer
No wind to blow over cups and plates
No blistering sun to burn foreheads or napes
No ominous storm clouds roaming the sky
No ants to spoil salads, steaks or pie
Welcome to our sunny indoor barbeque
Where the elements outside are always subdued
Fire up the grill on the heated porch ~ AND
Bring on the good times in climate-control land
Students at Work
See them work!
Studious looks,
Buried in books,
Leaflets flipping,
Binders snapping,
Pencils tapping,
Textbooks slamming,
Nick-knacks toppling,
Back-packs rummaging,
Noses rubbing,
Nail nibbling,
knees flapping,
Foreheads scrunching,
Eyebrows rising,
Lips compressing,
Faces scowling,
Chins supported,
Tongues catapulting,
Coughs echoes,
Work Accomplished!
Form:
Again,
apple cider season,
cool autumn whiskey,
burning leaves.
No one needs another autumn poem.
We grow gaudy phrases
like pumpkins,
hollow out foreheads,
throw away seeds.
Always paring, cutting
eyes
with awkward thumbs,
seeing autumn
as a pewter stallion
and winter
wildly undone.
(My late father was a construction worker.Remember him on Father's Day.)
The construction workers with
Sweating foreheads
Dry throats
Burning skins
Blinding eyes
Struggle to build
An air-conditioned roof
Under the sun
For you and especially for you
While themselves
Working at a place
Without a fan or an air conditioner
But under a burning sun
Hanging from a roof called the sky
We would talk all night
During the summer and winter
And we'd ignore our eyes begging
And our hands burning
And our cheeks shined
And our foreheads were grease beaches
And our skin was sand for the oceans of hair
And we never washed our faces
And we wrote crappy letters
Saying things we both knew
And we'd make each other cry
And we'd make each other laugh
And then
It was over.
Final year of college
Final term
Field trip
Fire camp night
Farewell party
Friends forever departing
Foolish temptations
Fierce desires
Future foggy
Furious flames,
Frequent eyeing
Found a seclusion
Frozen ice break
Furry feeling
Fantastic union
Frosty foreheads
Fear you not
For a love forever
Friendship burnout
Phoenix leap in love
Feast and vows too
Family unions
Framing a family photo
And still
It was not all over,
As if you wanted to listen
To the dying echoes
Of my leafless urge
Snaking through the
Valley of my just widowed heart.
While the shape of dead tolls
In the blue evening
Till the last purple flame
Of lust for life-
Dies away, leaving
Heaps of ashes
On the bald foreheads
Of the darkest hours-
In the nuptial bed
Of my crystal heart.
You're gone from my life, but you still
Sit by my side; a breath to fill.
And say, "You can do it, and will."
If I could bring you back.
Do you recall when I met you?
You touched me, shiver went right through.
You were the one for me I knew.
You'd fill the love I'd lack.
We'd put our foreheads together,
Navigate through stormy weather;
Lay our souls on fields of heather.
Never turn and backtrack.
His vision seemed struggling
To leave the fleshy flaps,
As the destination was beyond
The gloomy dusk of generations.
Having known and forgotten
Everything around, within
And beyond his intellect
His scepter slipped off for ever.
Hercules dared not to trace,
Neither Oracle whispered the fate,
Nor could Socrates define,
Only caused foreheads to bleed.
The wand glorious might have found
It's eternal abode in deepness infinite.
another pheasant has mistaken
its frilly pattern with saturn
rings
and twitters
all its senselessness
silly on the asphalt spangled
foreheads
- ! -
and another pheasant has mistaken
pattern with
rings and all atwitter
senselessness
on the saturn
- ! -
has foreheads
its senselessness
silly rings
spangled pheasant
all its pattern -
- pheasant pattern
asphalt
Crystal clear pure rain drops,
elegantly on foreheads splashed,
diamonds embedded in your eyes,
honey viscously dripping off your lips.
Molten gold, beneath your skin,
your hotness won't allow it solidify,
deep in your eyes, a different galaxy,
an alien force draws me closer to you.
Clouds are crying, moon's jealous,
stars grow playful shooting the skies,
alien ships crushing before us tonight,
night drops dead silent, our lips interlock!
In the dusting of the springtime,
Sweet-scented thoughts of yesterday
Where our foreheads did briefly touch
And ruby lips did tease and play
No time to wonder and regret
The angels are calling too soon
This time is ours not to forget
The return of duty come noon
To wallow in the arms of youth
Crush meadows gifts beneath our feet
Our love now spent in truth forsooth
The new day new life we now greet
To have loved in green meadows sweet
My heart did dance my life complete