Chin Up Poems - Poems about Chin Up

by the hair of my chinny chin chin I wonder some days whose body I’m in personality a secret, some days you see from not only you, but also to me...

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With nothing but a jawbone, I unhinge the night, let silence die— book of broken psalms, toothless songs of what was right, of what went wrong beneath the hush of watchful sky. No prize, no game, no lullaby— just marrow's oath and blood gone dry. I didn’t mean to last this long with nothing but a jawbone. Still, blood remembers how to lie, to shape...

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Old Man his weatherbeaten face, lined with the hills and valleys of age watery blue eyes set against a backdrop of bloodshot white his cheeks reddened from sun and alcohol, his aquiline nose has lost its nobility his once full lips now just scowling lines covering remnants of jagged teeth his stubble covered chin now a dirty gray bristle life has not been kind to him ...

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Chin My chin, not very prologued, not as funny at all, as my second molar. ...

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We are all special in many ways so don't let someone put you down...

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Photosynthesis the Rosin, Rosin who which makest me ...

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I dance in my mind glass slippers trail behind Twirling pirouettes tea and crepe suzettes...

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What's something really gross you've seen lately? For me, it was a toothless old lady on a bus stop bench, gumming Cheetos she first softened up in a paper cup of water, her mouth and chin bright orange....

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It would be funny, Instead, it's sad. We acquire mouths Like ventriloquists dummies, Which can be bad. Age does this to some, It occurs around the mouth, Lines appear at the sides of our lips, And continue going south. It's amusing and looks rather *****. Unlike the ventriloquist's dummy We can say clear Chin up, have A BOTTLE OF BEER....

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The darkness of sorrow passes, Like night does to day. It's the illusion of darkness, That causes further pain. Do emotions not change, With every beat of a broken heart? Do you believe God goes unscathed, While his children fall apart? Happiness and peace, Are only one thought away. You don't have to believe in my God. He takes many shapes, So please don't stray. R.K.H 11/11/2021...

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She is creative, but she keeps it under her face. Wearing masks before this Covid-19 disgrace. Her imagination parades around at three a.m. some days Her muse blows a kazoo and throws poems her personalities' ways She knows her power, but tries to look unassuming and old. She keeps her opinions to herself, for they are blatantly bold. She has friends...

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Devotion Poem. Dancing Dream (Dedicated to my husband Jim, with love) Like a story’s narrator, I cannot see myself In life nor in dreams, nor in memories where My recollection of you comes first Of your eyes, which I have Absolutely memorized, especially All their glistening smiles, When they look fixed to my own, bringing Your heart into mine, committed in...

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Agnes had skin old and saggy Her eyes were dark and baggy She pierced two safety pins Each side of her chin Which gave a lift to poor Aggie...

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ON THE CHIN No pimple! A simple deep prominent dimple existed since childhood in jolly happy mood. ...

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tribal tattoo on the chin ancient sacred ancestral ritual inscribed for pride strength protection _____________________________ October 9, 2020 Poetry/Verse/Chin Tattoo Copyright Protected, ID 20-1293-852-03 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France Written for the Premier contest, One On The Chin sponsor, Kai Michael Neumann First Place...

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