#cheek
When life's a struggle
And everyday you're paying your dues
When life's a struggle baby
And you feel you're born to lose
You've got a bad case of
Hard Knock/Low Down Blues
When your lover leaves you
And you haven't got a clue
When your lover leaves you
And you're the last to hear the news (You're always the last)
You've just been bitten by
Hard Knock/Low Down Blues
When your whole world changes
And you don't get a chance to chose
When your whole world changes
And you wish you were in someone else's shoes(Got it better than
You've been a victim of
Hard Knock/Low Down Blues
When you reach and old age
And you can't do the things you used to do
When you reach and old age
And your life is just no use (You try to win but you always lose)
You've just been beaten by
Hard Knock/Low Down Blues
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 2:58 PM UTC
it will never make sense
that the mechanics
of the human body
allows for a person
to bite their own
tongue or cheek
mindlessly
yet with such force;
eye-watering
and debilitating
a momentary paralysis
of fist-clenched frustration
and wordless fury
the blood that flows
cannot be stemmed
must be left untended
and simply spat out
or swallowed
as that metallic taste
taints every mouthful
Oct 24, 2023
Oct 24, 2023 at 11:10 AM UTC
i stood witness
to a scene---
a king and queen,
their love serene.
a painter's dream;
a poet's delight;
their love aglow
in gentle night.
he leaned in close,
with lips so light,
upon her cheeks,
a tender flight---
the king's sweet smile,
a sunlit embrace;
the queen's fair blush,
a delicate trace.
how i wished
to hold still the air,
capture their love
in a canvas so rare
but love's vibrant palette
moves and evolves,
in the tapestry of time,
it resolves.
to paint their love
in hues so fine
is to capture the essence
of love's design.
in my strokes of paint,
in my shades of rhyme,
their story lives
beyond the confines of time.
Ω
Aug 10, 2023
Aug 10, 2023 at 2:54 AM UTC
Those bless'd cheeks
Are donned by God
As angels seek
Their latest garb
A rose would be
Confused as such
If ever seen
Beside your blush
A sacred tune
Erupts from when
A kiss is due
To praise your skin
The finest silk
The fur of cubs
Are not the ilk
Of your soft love
I'd gladly brace
A thousand thorns
To brush your face
But once each morn
And fear thee not
For age would come
And I'll have caught
The two-for-one
Apr 18, 2021
Apr 18, 2021 at 7:23 AM UTC
From labyrinth in Istanbul, my eye spied a familiar cord
Education
How can any education
Be a sufficient insurance
For a pathetic population
Keeps favoring ignorance
From <https://hellopoetry.com/>
Truth known makes free,
truth hid is not ignored,
it waits the fire the next time innocents
are sacrificed to lies. ... thanks, you gave me a spark,
as real as any angel a self anoints another, go
be a lying spirit in the mouth of the tyrant's prophets,
let all the wise
laugh at the possibility of one peacemaker's leaven,
leavening the entire lump, liked or not.
Plop. On to the publisher's desk, piles of wonder and ifity.
A fantasy realm,
counter trope, here the so-called victor-victim ratio,
is imperceptibly low,
we have a regulation: each day requires
its sufficiency of evil,
no harm done is intentionally not possible,
otherwise you get a dimension of flat metric orthogonal
constructive critics
assuming unassigned roles. Do you dance? Or only read along?
Behold how great a fire words may kindle in a satisfied mind.
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 5:27 PM UTC
it just could be
all I'm sayin is it might be me
you and me
because
once
you agreed with me that if we
could agree
we might settle some confusion
and make some lasting peace.
It could be you and me, in the end,
who had such power
all along.
Don't get me wrong. I'm just sayin'
we could all agree that death
is part of life and nothing
we do in life will help us know f'shore,
but I bet it has no punitive purpose,
life teaches lessons, not death. All's I'm saying,
we could agree but, we
just never considered
this might be our own determined free will
doing some never done deed heroic, like
binding the sweet influences of Pleiades,
or re linking us
to a hope hidden in fear of death,
retying the shades of liberty to our souls.
My side wins when we agree, so
if I surrender my will to thine, freely, see
we win.
Death has no course that led to victory.
Fear of death is the lie that holds men
slave to the market
and to war. Lose the fear, lose the dread.
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 4:42 PM UTC
I will never grow tired of our love
we lie awake under the sheets
legs entangled
the softness of your feet
our late night prattle
smiles and laughter
the faint glow of the nightlight
the hum of the fan
your head finding comfort
in the crook of my arm
I brush my fingers through your hair
and kiss your cheek
we dream, we sleep
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 10:02 AM UTC
Each Color a Scar
by Michael R. Burch
What she left here,
upon my cheek,
is a tear.
She did not speak,
but her intention
was clear,
and I was meek,
far too meek, and, I fear,
too sincere.
What she can never take
from my heart
is its ache;
for now we, apart,
are like leaves
without weight,
scattered afar
by love, or by hate,
each color a scar.
Keywords/Tags: love, scar, cheek, tear, intention, departure, separation, meek, sincere, heartache, leaves, falling, scattered, color, blood, scab, scabs
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 12:55 AM UTC
By- Neelabh Sourav.
Translated from Assamese by: Bibekananda Choudhury.
I saw a variegated face on your hands
I saw a chequered venomous snake
Eyes bulging
Cheek nose swelled up like the character
in the painting of Van Gogh
Coughing intermittently
I saw an amazing sight on your palms
Magical actor fingers
I got startled on reading
What have you written
How dare you
Making a mincemeat of people
What an astonishing devilish pen I saw
On your hands
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 10:33 PM UTC
you have my heart
you don't need to ask
you keep my tears
inside of your flask
i plant kisses
on your cheek
so long as i
dont feel weak
but i never do
whenever i'm
with you
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 7:46 PM UTC
It gets cold at night
I close my eyes
Try to see
The loved ones who've left me
Faces growing dim
Tears creep
Down my cheek where they seldom
Fall
Fists clenched
Heart tight
For its been
Too many a night
Since I've seen
How their eyes shine
Too many to count
With one hand
Forgotten memories fade away
To return in a frightening manner
Unexpected
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 10:44 AM UTC
Dinner on the 13th floor.
Traded a life with a kiss on the cheek.
A tree held the rope for me,
As I traded the life back.
I was number 13,
Of the 12.
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 6:28 PM UTC
A few tears rolled down my cheek.
I had been hurt before
But, this time the wound was really deep.
I have never felt this weak.
My world is now upside down
And I cannot sleep.
War is an elusive lover.
Don't fall for its charms
And lose yourself forever.
I have discovered.
Hatred is a vicious cycle
This chaos makes me shiver.
All I want is to see,
A beautiful world
Where no war is fought
Where no soldiers die.
Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2019.
All Rights Reserved
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 5:22 PM UTC
It's been long enough now
And enough has been said
Apologies and forgiveness passed back and forth
Like folded middle school notes
Yet here I am
"Ouch, I just bit my cheek."
As I let my rods and cones
Intercept the
Lies and smoke
The electrons radiating from my
Squared, glowing palm
I sigh
And attempt to release stagnant regret
As my mouth fills with the taste
Of
Metal
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 4:33 PM UTC
Your lips, against my cheek,
whispering sweet nothings to me,
is all that I ever ask for,
in the upside down.
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC
I kept it in;
the words,
the pain,
the sea lapping against the **** walls
constantly urging to spill.
But I silenced the crashing waves,
muted my voice box
while it was hurting me.
I was internally raging and bleeding
but there were no bruises,
scars or lines for you to read.
Just a plastered smile on my face
while I was sulking internally.
I was choking on the words within me
Hoping my feelings would drown
Hoping that I would forget
But I never did.
They lived
ebbing and flowing through my veins
Making me feel Inhibited and limited
Till it broke open and rained down.
No one could see
Till the day tears started to roll down my cheeks
And that's when everything started
to come down as ashes
words and bullets.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 6:26 AM UTC
I had a dream last night.
You came up to me
and brushed my hair behind me ear
and you whispered something.
Something.
It was quiet as a summer breeze,
warm and slow and gentle,
but I couldn’t hear it quite properly.
“Can you say that again?”
So you did it all again.
You brushed my hair away from my ear
and leaned in
and whispered,
“I love you.”
I blushed red;
my lips stretched to smile.
You left a kiss on my cheek
before you drew away.
Your hand still in my hair,
your kiss still lingered on my cheek,
and on my cheek was the blush still painted.
I stumbled with my words-
they fell straight from my mouth
like raindrops-
“I love you too.”
And then I woke up.
My eyes flew open.
My arms reaching for you.
But you weren’t there.
No.
You never were.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC