Pimples Poems - Poems about Pimples

Derrière dimples Bold gray hair Occasionally pimples Elegant emerald stare Competent and confident Comfortable in own skin Knowing to accept compliments With wise yet humble grin Bringing the best in every way No fear in the aging process Even you walk with...Read the rest...

I feel ripped off. Here I am writing, with a band-aid wrapped around my finger and my nose running, I'm sick. I can't go to school. I'm missing a day and somehow there are always gaps. What was the...Read the rest...

,,Come, wash the clothes" I stood up. ,,It's not much." ,,I know dad, I didn't say anything" ,,okay" Huh I really didn't sigh everytime before standing up, or saying wait anymore....Read the rest...

On Pimple Pond Pocked, our dreams spurt from cabin walls. Woolen cover and cotton pillow catch pin point boils from day breaking, like pitted glass. White pebbled path meanders the hill’s cheek, wet from being squeezed by...Read the rest...

Working mysteries of religion High in arrogance slow in content They are never satiable in religious Practices all sticking to be strong Clergy of gloom and hue in wickedness Shifting and breaking homes with their Acts of abracadabra seeing vision of Visions...Read the rest...

'.Jesus does not pop his pimples.' Jesus doesn't pop His pimples, how could He if there was no mirror. Could divinity find error, in His own infections? NO! Jesus can destroy, that which causes harm. No matter the nails through His palm, He loves...Read the rest...

Goose Pimples Did Appear On me many goose pimples did appear Knowing my Savior was close and near; Again, I had been born; Every day and early morn; After all my sins forever would disappear. Jim Horn...Read the rest...

See Some Goose Pimples See some goose pimples That are up and down each arm I am thrilled to death. How I sometimes feel writing a poem of mine. Jim Horn...Read the rest...

The mirror stands cracked, Neglected at the corner, The broken glass wearing a coat, Of a fine film of dust. She no longer dares… To look, nor does she care. Her face, heart shaped, Her eyes, bright and brown Her skin a light...Read the rest...

The answer, as simple as a pimple, Put poison in, get poisonous spout, From which corruption pours out, When mouth, is the spout, and corruption pours out, Without, a doubt, not life that pours out, When your life’s...Read the rest...