Porcelain Poems - Poems about Porcelain

Between the black gutters and the painted ceilings, Dogs teach dolls how to die. Study the rot in my bicuspids, file down the calluses and watch the heartbeat Shake the skin like strychnine shivers. Whispers fill the space between the curtains, hanging from the scaffolds Hushed against the legs, porcelain and fractured, Broken down the middle. Kintsugi can’t restore the...

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There once was a Marm with a dripping cold Whose bright idea she feared would unfold: Her deep scribed porcelain face Was far harder to replace Then a soaked sink her plumber could not hold. ...

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If I tear myself apart, Will you be there to build me back up ? Will you take the time to repair what’s broken ? Even if it can’t be repaired ? Even if it happens again ? I could never promise you peace. If I did, I would be looking at myself in the mirror, And my eyes wouldn't be...

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she sits, porcelain dreams, her hair, a cascade of silk, soft as the dawn, eyes like twin pools of wonder. lips, a blush of cherry, lips soft as whispered secrets. delicate as porcelain, a delicate heart wrapped in silk. oh, to be her, to wear the sun like a crown. ...

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The diaphanous hush whispers of the nightshade, float upon petals red breeze, like the ethereal crypt sigh of a crimson lachrymose fountain vein, fully opening - to release; Here I'm a flock both unkindness ore murder, vortices ghastly galleons in the shadows, conjuring forth fore the damned, manifestation of the damned-to-be, drawing all into the benthic depths...

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Pretty and cool, Expensive but cheap, I’m a Porcelain doll, I stand out from the heap! Somebody bought me! Oh what a joy! I have finally been chosen! No longer seen as a toy! They aren’t very nice. But that's fine! I’ll hear them out, And it’ll pass the time! They are angry at me, They saw the cracks, This wasn’t meant to happen!...

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Written: February 24, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Moonbeams kindle ambrosian dreams Love evolves on auric gleams A gem in space, a costly pearl, a Luna Fetching felicitous feelings, a fervid fawn In this wassail ethereal area, hearts soar I was awestruck by...

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She crackles in nerves, fragile, they fear, porcelain serves, a brittle souvenir. ...

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Oh Mr Doctor, Mr Doctor! He did it again, he’s so broken His pieces are everywhere I can’t fix him this time The porcelain shards are everywhere, they are sharp and harmful But so broken So alike him Mr Doctor, what am I to do? Mr Doctor, Mr Doctor Look at my heart Listen to it It’s cold and broken It will never work again Mr Doctor,...

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You tell me to stop How can I When the porcelain play never stops It has to keep going For the crowd Yet, the cracks... They are slowly taking over Slowly breaking my so carefully built play my life my happiness The cracks get bigger, can they see? no amount of joy can seal them now. The crowd, it laughs. I'm glad. They don't...

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My skin is a delicate porcelain. Never used, and well taken care of because it is fragile. Always on display because fragility is beautiful until it actually breaks. One wrong move and it chips, followed by a crack then ends up shattering. Lines to me are cracks in the beautiful porcelain I called my skin that used to hold...

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Sadie looked like a delicate porcelain Madame Alexander doll. As if she had stepped out of an old-fashioned magazine stall. Her delicate curls were perfect as if done by Mr. Hairdresser Paul. We marveled at her fur-lined cape, she was the hit of the ball....

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flush with excitement she grasped hold of the handel water music, ah! ---------- to Melani Udaeta's The Poo Poo Poem, hoping that this too shall pass......

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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 soon find romance Porcelain doll, life’s becoming gritty rent’s due, ain’t nothing...

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Her gentle features, delicate A porcelain delight Approaching bisque perfection She...

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