Shoulder Poems - Poems about Shoulder

Body Language

Putting my best foot forward
shoulder to the wheel
nose to the grindstone
my Achilles heel
while sticking my neck out
I soon found
as
with my eye on the ball
ear to the ground
when I put my back into it
not with tongue in cheek
but to keep my chin up
heard joints creak
the onset of old age memory loss
an early taste
for in the end

Loneliness

Looking over my northern shoulder
at the changing shades of day
a weak winter sun turning twilight grey
teardrops of rain on the window
the gentle sigh of the wind
storm clouds in the evening sky
bring it all back again
poring over unwritten letters
in the solitude of night
a dim lit candle shining star white light
telephone silent unanswered
candlelight quietly dimmed
unwritten letters to

Snow

The untimed snow rushed insulted against the glassed shoulders on the poster,
and they were made of paper, they were bare…
It cried, scalded, on the painted, colorful faces,
and they were made of paper, they were bare…
Its outraged tears transformed into tears of joy,
and through them they were still smiling,
not caring for the bitter cold,
in defiance of

As He Rests On My Shoulder

As I held him close aboard this morning's earliest train,
I had an epiphany that my love for him will never wane
And I will be with him through all of life's pleasure and pain.

Her head was on my shoulder

I remembered when you came for my birthday. 
It was years ago.
Ten to be exact.

You would not go home and stood long
You almost slept in my bed since it was late
Oh how it could have been a date

Eight years prior I had dreamed that we would be in each others fate
Well, with me that night

Making A Difference

Sometimes a curtain, might block out the sun
daylight I’m certain, meant for everyone
to shine on big things, that we need to do
to shine on small things, when they matter too

Sometimes the whole world, is just ten-foot square
four walls without words, to say if they care
for all those big things, that we try and do
or all

Cold Shoulder

Chocolate ice cream, you've been waiting,
But my temptation is abating..
I've laid to rest the chocolate ooze,
Today, there's another one I choose.
Sending regards to both bean and cow,
Caramel crunch is my main squeeze now.

WORLD ON THE SHOULDER

 It would be easier
 carry the world
 on the back,
 if everyone participated
 with your shoulder...!

There Is An Angel Who Sits Upon My Shoulder Who Goes By The Name Of Death

There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death,
And though I cannot always see him, upon my neck I can always feel his breath
As he whispers to me relentlessly, deftly using my soul’s own Shibboleth.


He is my phantasmagorical companion from which there has thus far been no escape,
One

Bug on My Shoulder

There's a little bug on my shoulder
But it won't go away

There's a little bug on my shoulder
I shrug
But I guess it's here to stay

There's a little bug on my shoulder
It's starting to itch

There's a little bug on my shoulder
I wish somebody would kill the son-of-a-

There's a little bug on my shoulder
That's making me want to

she gives him her meanest shoulder

Margaret is astounded
That someone dare call her prissy
persnickety, uptight, queen

She gives the man her coldest meanest shoulder
his eyes captivate her imagination
her telltale cheeks flush pink

BURDENS UPON MY - SHOULDER-

This head that we have but it's not be a burden upon our shoulders. In between the space of our skull and our mind, May our heart process be pure and soften. May we use gracious words. Father teach me to listen  and speak  right...
"Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul

On Both Shoulder

As the sun sets, this mortal world is an hour older
The darkness without warmth is always a bit colder
Stones past along the way some the size of small to boulder
Life's highway is punctuated by mile markers on both shoulder
Are they memories or just distances placeholder?
As fires long burn out, their ashes still find ways to

Angel On Your Shoulder

We all get to choose who we are by virtue of what we do, every moment of every day. Actions have consequences. But if we choose to do the right thing in each moment, we remain on a righteous path and leave a trail of good as our legacy.

Angel on your shoulder 
By Michelle Morris

Lost Esteem

I am beginning to reckon
That to Miss Tracy I beckon
I permit to my image ruin
With the strength of the rains of June;
In the end self-esteem erode
And parts of my flesh corrode
And Miss Tracy lavishly goad
To balance on my shoulders load
I should see its rubbishy content
To delay not a vile intent…

I’m now some cycle Tracy rode,
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