Cheekbone Poems - Poems about Cheekbone

...Oh look here— behold a dandelion woman the original wild flower! I go where I want to go I grow where I want to grow — don't matter if y o u say no dandelion wine summertime relax and rec......Read the rest...

...Silence swarming with noise Sounds blasting, like a war Penetrating proof of the clamorous Blare, blaze, flaming craze Hues of doubt pouring out on the calm Darkness sinking into the heart Hush......Read the rest...

...to waste it on anyone else all the reflections are just accidents dust on mirrors a finger swipe away watching the numb eat its way through the pain one jagged mouthful at a time rowed rows of......Read the rest...

...I LOST When my dad called me ugly, stupid and worthless, as that little girl, I lost! When my mother didn't protect me from the cruelty and abuse at home, I lost! When a bad man came in......Read the rest...

...Dream My mirrored reflection silently speaks You honor me with your vulnerability Your scars of life Your unhealed wounds of betrayal Dream journals tattoo your body Your open arms of des......Read the rest...

...She woke up to the song of the rising sun Dealt with the domestic chores in one quick run When it's time to set to the duty outdoors, she locked those grotty wooden doors. She joined her friend......Read the rest...

...I have not known my city as my city when the city snows. There is no snow here. It never snows in Houston. I have seen my city with her cheekbone bruised and with a busted nose and wi......Read the rest...

...Particularly pronounce abscess, when rites of spring accursedness prevails, asper testament, sans swell scored psychological achiness recording minecrafted history, viz secreting acridness p......Read the rest...

...When Dad called me ugly, stupid and worthless, as that little girl, I lost! When my mother couldn’t protect me from the cruelty and abuse at home, I lost! When a bad man came into my room a......Read the rest...

...I was beaten into silence as a young child from my father's brutalizing rage and psychological torture. When I was 5, a man exposed himself, to me I ran fast terrified, no words spoken. When......Read the rest...

...I stand here in front of a fractured mirror Tracing veined lines and blemished pores, That in my waif-like outline I dream About spring’s young complexion…ripe virginal The glint of nubile a......Read the rest...

...Frosty's squeeze was Freckles Snow and frosty saw her well. Her button eyes would warm his heart and leave him weak to tell. Her smile was like a clever seal with lips in brilliant red. The t......Read the rest...

...YESTERDAY Tears dripping down as I watch my baby suffer in silence, for this afflicted disease has no understood known cure- I can handle family disputes, madness and worldly violence, ......Read the rest...

...My heart's chart is a one line the machine screams and bleeps A part of mine has gone Apart it has torn even the spine couldn't stand alone ,your breath is what keeps my lungs inhale and even my......Read the rest...

...Under the oak tree, next to the river, With NONHLANHLA my sweet rose. I look at her lips and the big blue eyes. I take her hand gently and bring it close to my lips I place my hands lightly arou......Read the rest...