Best Porcelain Poems

Porcelain doll, with a face so pretty 
a country gal, ran away to the city 
Worked in a bar, dancing on tables 
beat shovelling sh-it, in Pa’s stables
Looks for love, but only finds bums
lowlife gamblers, in rundown slums

Go back home 
not a chance 
One day...

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It sits back and waits, it lives in your soul.
It slams you and breaks you when you finally feel whole.
It’s been so long since you’ve let it in. 
Standing on guard, it just wants to win.
You finally give in the force is to strong.
You remember...

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Our dance began in the spring, it was meant to be.
There was a glimpse of heaven in your perfect smile.
Although imprisoned by desire, I still felt free!
Yet pleasure turned to pain after a little while.

My friends warned me, that I should stay away from you.
Still...

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Love is like porcelain
So perfect and smooth
Two sides giving
With so much to lose

Love is like building blocks
Lived day by day
Words can say
But only true hearts display

Love is like porcelain
When cracked can go wrong
Impurities take over
We never sing the same song

Love is like building blocks
By day...

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I am a porcelain doll.
Fair of face, coveted by a young girl.
My smile is welcoming, cheeks are rosey,
My dress wrinkle and tear free
Each button in place.

I am a porcelain doll.
Cracks feathered lightly across my pained face.
I’m the one they come to when worried, stressed
Clutching at...

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Canvasing the world as we solder metal bandages to wooden wings

We attempt to cover pain by silencing what our scars sing

A noted tension with a vulnerable assist

Showcases hope and a life we refuse to resist

The porcelain skin that encompasses our ceramic hearts

Shatters with words, fragile...

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Written: February 24, 2024
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Moonbeams kindle ambrosian dreams
Love evolves on auric gleams 
A gem in space, a costly pearl, a Luna
Fetching felicitous feelings, a fervid...

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Shy smile on your lips,
Eeriness wrapped your orbs. Please,
Vanish from my dreams....

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I am  the porcelain dermis seat;
I have been greeted by many without deceit.

Doing the dirty work; I don’t mind -
For this is my purpose; my daily grind -

I watch young children potty train;
Their parent’s efforts are not in vain.

Will all young  men please...

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In the still,
in the dark,
each morning
I practice my art.
While I try to go deep,
the daily mundane
I achieve 
approaches the inane.
And if fame 
is what I seek to gain
I would do better
to find reality
in another venue,
than continue this 
insanity, 
so like trying
to rub through a sink's...

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In a small shop outside of town,
on a dark and eery day,
   while rain comes crashing down,
there I lay in dismay.
   Silently I turn my head,
to see my reflection from within.
   With words unsaid,
I see my glassy blue eyes.
...

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I wrote this, because of an incident that happened to me yesterday. I went into a men's room at a store. The design was deceiving, a hand sink was place between the partitions in line with the urinals, I confess, I didn't wash my hands...

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Two smooth toned bodies
Each like China in their hands
Porcelain passion




v...

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Ribbons from her wrist; 			
dip the bath, to amber still.	
Stain her porcelain....

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PORCELAIN AND TILE TO DEFILE FOUR JUNKIES

You cannot imagine what I see
Unless you are exactly like me
Friends like yours die and that’s the rub
But many of mine have died in my bathtub

Just two junkies sitting together on porcelain and tile
There to defile the temple of...

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