Smearing Poems - Poems about Smearing

...On the Hidden Paths of the Soul Perhaps she once understood everything That I, only now, have taught myself to decipher - Moving away, as far from this spherical earth as possible, Almost at the ......Read the rest...

...NEO SCULPTURISTA emotional glimpses finger   strokes     smearing in dynamic gestures swooping twisting scraping   stabbing squeezing   inventive     revelatary iconics   into shap......Read the rest...

...The Hawaiian church, our Hawaiian church that made our village alive, There's Uncle Bill, still saying his spiel, and he's just a little fella, He's our bell ringer and choir singer a......Read the rest...

...I wish I had something important to tell you than hoping to see your face once more again I do recall the moment theft that left us by just to go through most of the day without shredding in m......Read the rest...

...An outcast An outlaw whose only crime was to be finally free Demons screaming in his ear Voices so loud that passersby could hear if they were near Daunting spirits. Recycling his hopes and shred......Read the rest...

...My childhood of the 1960's, all those years ago, feels like a Saturday in my journey nostalgic. The Cowsill's song "Flower Girl," their purity of song, of smiles. A daydream streams, of runnin......Read the rest...

...When it rains, in her fancy, She used to turn into a child, Kicking water and playing in the puddles. Today when rain has begun pouring down, She can only see the sky weeping its tears, Clouds s......Read the rest...

...More lipstick! cheered Katie’s brother six-year-old Bard. Get both cheeks! Get your mouth! How about your nose? Three-year-old Katie is smearing lipstick on her lips and cheeks Bard is encouraging......Read the rest...

...Who are these peers to whom I'm supposed to belong to? Certainly not my soul mates, nor kin. I fear they're lackey leerers, peering and sneering, in unsavory ways. Smearing my reputation by cl......Read the rest...

...Mascara smudged – through the tears I see the rumbling truth being preached By silent prayers, gentling peace… Doubting the whispers of yesterday’s dream, I fall to my knees, murmuring – tender......Read the rest...

...It was blood-red; it should have been a pretty sunset but it had a too open, too inflamed eye It should have been spectacular, yet that blood, it ran downwards, it dripped into our own open ey......Read the rest...

...Twelve rounds of excitement Two rivals smiling in the middle of enchantment The bell rang... Both fighters were wild Two rough hands still mild The bell rang again -- end of first round. Se......Read the rest...

...They are the “inklings” Of a thought Taking form Faint etchings Slowly scrawled Scratched out Born again In halting hope. A matrix of dots Roaming an arid plain Searching For shape, form......Read the rest...

...She felt emptiness, melancholy, and lacking self-love Seeking to discover love. She believed she was loveless as a little girl since her father was presence was ......Read the rest...

...She was never a girly girl did not care about wearing her mother’s high heel shoes, or painting her nails. Wasn’t interested in putting on lipstick, or smearing makeup on her face. Had no attra......Read the rest...