Short Under My Skin Poems
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your under my skin
all i do is grim
no one can win
my love deep in
am so blue
there 's nuthin i can do
i
CAN'T GET OVER YOU
Form:
Horsefly bites galore.
Covered in weals with red spots,
All under my skin.
Scratching the itch was no cure,
Nor was head-butting the door.
9 / 6 / 2021.
It is dark,
Quiet and oddish.
It triggers phobia,
Spiders crawling under my skin.
It is hallow and sinister at best,
And at worst, ominous.
Oh how creepy,
The cell in my head.
U.N
absorbing you
like thirsty earth
hard, brittle ground
it isn't easy
so many rain drops
run off
before you
get under my skin
now
I could be
saturated
and you
dry up and
blow away
I thought I healed
There where no cuts visible
But the pain was still there
And I still feel blood dripping
This time, it was under my skin
It was too late when I realized
That the one who bled
Was actually my heart
Iam so in love
Iam so in hate
Ijust can't comprehend it
You get me so high
You get me so low
Ican't show what i'm feeling
Never was the type
To let someone like you
Get under my skin
Tried like hell
To love you more
Is that a sin.
Sins of others may give pain with which I'm fraught
But don't cause me unceasing distress that lingers within
It's those things that I did but should not have, or didn't but ought
That nag me in the wee small hours and stay under my skin
They come to visit
with their opinions galore
Time to go home yet?
They mean well, but still
they're getting under my skin
Time to leave here now!
Got to love in-laws
especially when they go
Back home, far away...
Written by: Shani Fassbender
Not a single speck
will remain under my skin,
go ahead love on my neck;
You’ll never again get that close.
Ghosts of the shipwreck
they should remain dead;
Long ago I cleared that deck,
I won’t walk that line again.
Been there before it’s a faded trek.
The sky is on fire tonight, clouds feather rapturously around the horizon
It seems even the longest arms cannot reach heaven
I'd rather lie here with what I know to be holy
In this place I am crimson
The blood under my skin is singing a song that only we know
Holding your hands in mine,
Pretending everything is fine,
Staring into your eyes,
While my soul slowly dies.
My love for you is slowly slipping away,
All my feelings have run astray,
Feeling of betrail sinking in,
Heartbreak and pain crawling under my skin.
Form:
chiggers get under my skin
biting me harder than I have ever been bitten
I feel an orange glow chastising my acceptance
but what can I do? They own the tall night grass
bullfrog bellows at me in a belligerent way
I feel lambasted and irritated
cat fishing has never been so mean
Darkness slithers in.
Mysterious, under my skin.
Cat, cuddles and grins.
3/7/2021
~3~
Rhymeed Senryu
more wine,
red candle light,
hot water, foam,
a gentle touch
there and there, yes…
allover
your body, naked,
steaming my eyes
and i feel you
under my skin, all over
in my flesh,
boiling in my veins
like this champagne
in this cup
with sexy leg,
more wine please,
a little more.
I don't how it did begin
But you're under my skin
I'm under the influence of your charm
I think I just might reveal the lover in you
You've pulled me in
You've disarmed me
No choice left but to let you get inside me
My ambitions aren't undercover
I want you
You're what I want to discover
Form:
She
The word traps me
It crawls under my skin
And suffocates my mind
She
The word cries with me
It steals my confidence
And takes my will
She
The word is not me
It’s known with a different heart
Called to a different mind
She
The word they call
The one they know
But she will never be me
I always ignore them
Anger is always there
Under my skin
When I get mad
I ignore it
I barley cry
Don't let sadness overwhelm me
I feel vulnerable when I cry
It seems to come and go
I tell no one
Sometimes depressed
Not enought to cut
I feel like an outcast
Ignored by everyone
Accepted by no one
Clerihew Troubles
(Edmond Clerihew Bentley)
Edmond was a Clerihew. Is that some kind of clue?
And a Bentley too. A Cleri what? A Bentley who? Who knew?
This style of poem is named for him and not some other kin
It’s really way too short for me and getting under my skin
I'll never know God
Because father won't let me.
The order I'm all out of
Doesn't fit under my skin.
My robes hang unused
As if I were never there.
A schism envelops my know
Because I KNOW
If Jesus really walked thru that church door
He'd be ushered out
Unto the unwashed
Before they could get any money
Out of him.
as I slipped through your past
without leaving marks or a trace
I can't say the same
there's only me to blame
you crawled in under my skin
I can't shake you free
there must be a reason
that my mind's imprisoned
my fifteen minutes of fame
expired fortnights ago
but yours still stays with me
buried to a deep degree
Beyond these plastic shades
There is a glow.
I can let it in,
Or I can bid it go.
Some days it is welcome.
I shout, Come on in.
Others, the brightness
Gets under my skin.
My fellows think it sad.
They whisper I'm mad,
That I've come undone.
When it is they
Who don't know
The peace of the dark,
The death of the glow.
You make the music
this solemn heart beats like a drum when you're in view
an arrangement full of ache pulls from under my skin
drawn to you, your vibration
I lap up every sound spilling from your lips
tasting your silver tounge
soul instrumentation, how delicious is this sin
A willing victim of your siren song
So sway me
I find myself at home in your rhythm
Your caress a soundwave trembling under my skin
Lips are poetry reciting their lines exciting my mind
Captivate me
Let me lose control
As I slip away inside your rhyme
Your voice getting me high
And I lie satisfied
with nothing but my headphones
The rest of the world is miles away
For a second
My heart stops
Blood washes under my skin
I can’t think
Where should I begin?
I hunt through contrary thoughts
Wondering-
This second
Why in your gaze I’m caught?
Your laugh
Sweet like perfume
That heart, untamed
Can brighten a room
Better than an angel
I see it through these bloodshot eyes
You’re just
My prince
In disguise.
there is a cotton feeling to it:
the same sheets
the same bed
still looking for a song
that doesn’t exist yet.
the door closes quietly, pushed not.
I think of a comfortable ending—
the ghosts under my skin agree.
a comfortable ending
a concerned mother
a cotton feeling