"chinky" poems
Thin waist, long legs
Smooth hair, big chest
Angel eyes, full lips
Pink cheeks, wide hips
Tall but not too high
With a gap between her thighs
And long lashes on her eyes
Hourglass figure
Sweatpants & scarred legs
Damaged hair, flat chest
****** eyes, dry lips
Pimpled cheeks, no hips
Short and stubby
No thigh gap, just chubby
And eyebrows? Shrubby
Me
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Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 9:36 AM UTC
"I love the way her hair falls on her shoulders
I love the way she cuddles when it's colder
I love the way she smiles at me
I love the way her eyes are ******
I love the way she laughs out loudly
I love her, even when she's cranky
I love the way she's so moody
I love the way she effortlessly looks lovely
I love the way she holds her phone
I love the way she makes it feel like home
I love the way she stands when she's shy
I love the way she goes to me to cry
I love the way she talks
I love the way she likes to kick rocks
I love the way she gets all excited
I love the way we are, reunited
I love the way she makes weird faces
I love the way her moles are in all places
I love the way she's emotional at times
I love the way she's so good at rhymes
I love the way she thinks about every tweet
I love the way she's nervous about people she meets
I love the way she fantasizes about food
I love the way she does so much good
I love how you've showed me life (in the most amazing way ever)
I love how you say "I love you forever"
I love how you notice when I'm faking being fine
I love how I love you and you're mine"
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 3:28 PM UTC
There's something about her
That gets him caught up in his words
That gets him three feet off the ground
That gets him chirping like the birds
There's something about her
That makes him stop and stare for a while
Could it be those ****** little eyes
Or that irresistible smile?
There's something about her
Must be her sweet, marshmallow scent
She's a priceless jewel, crafted with extra care
She could be my lady, I could be her gent
There's something about her
An angel sent from above
Her gentle touch and delicate skin
No wonder I'm falling in love
There's something about her
I may not know it yet
But she's everything I could ever dream about
The greatest girl I've ever met
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
You've made me reconsider everything I thought
And change all the conclusions that I've ever been brought
You made me stare in adoration from the way you talk
To the way you have confidence and swagger in your walk
And when you dance, I see eyes filled with passion and drive
And from the audience, it looks like you become more alive
I see happiness, as if it's really the only time
You can feel such emotion and I understand why
You seem to fascinate me and I seem to admire you
Cause I love to know things like your past and what inspires you
How you hold yourself, your humor type, and I desire you
And I can't tell you why cause usually I enjoy solitude
But I'm so drawn to you, I think of you all the time
I wanna be snuggled in your arms, your lips pressed against mine
Cause with everybody else I'll just say oh yeah I'm fine
But I actually can mean it when I'm with you and I won't lie
I feel endless smiles and countless butterflies
And I can't take the stare you give me from your ****** eyes
So I look down, and fidget & become sorta shy
When it's all realization I finally got a great guy
For months it's been strange cause I haven't just cried
Cause we're fighting over nonsense or cause somebody lied
Or your ignoring me, cheating, beating, not treating me right
Im not used to this but it's all been relieving and nice
I gaze at you and I wonder if sometimes you catch me
Cause I'd stare all day if I could and if you'd let me
My love for you is strong and becoming very heavy
I rarely get the chance to meet people who don't regret me
You're what makes me happy
And wake up in the morning
Go to school, see you
And I see now what is forming
I'm just so in love and I would never ever leave you
Cause I don't just want you anymore, I'm beginning to need you...
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
I can't remember how many times,
I took a photo and look at those eyes.
Eyes that can't seem to see beyond books,
Those eyes that also see beyond the looks.
It felt so funny to be writing again,
Not because of love or anything vain,
But because I am grateful,
To be a friend of someone cool.
Gosh, I'm playing with words,
Smiling as I create worlds,
Of letters bringing fiction to life,
Waiting for my feelings to ripe.
I guess I just found you amazing,
In the world of stupid normal thinking.
I'm not asking you to want me too,
But I wish that you see me as true.
Through those ****** eyes of yours,
Not with the books you read for hours.
See me as a girl who found you lovely,
Not a girl who wants you badly.
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 7:09 AM UTC
Once upon a time in an alternate universe not too long ago
I met the cheekiest babe from the other side of the world.
She went by Smurfette, she loved to call me Papa Smurf
and Vanity wasn’t gay, the ******* just loved himself too much.
She always sat by the window, detoxicating herself of verses
cranking out a few lyrics, scoping the city in the trenches.
Of the love we waged never wavering and waving a white flag
“I’m gonna put you to bed” were all our wars went to die.
But I was more than alive, inside the land from down under
called her Daphne the Nymph, the voluptuous Greek Goddess.
Wanted to raise little Koalas together in our Kangaroo farm
in every kiss we traded souls, in every breath we lost our lives.
And we gained them again back when the Jitneys were blue
our sweat-drenched bodies overtaken by some strange voodoo.
Every ship we embarked on was lost in the Atlantic without return
James Bean captained our vessel, holding it together with crazy glue.
In New York City locked lips inside a phone booth, it was euphoria
she was already born a Queen since she hailed from Astoria.
Our Bohemian Rhapsody blended like Cheech & Chong on a ******
her pouty lips, ****** smile, five years later how can I forget her?
Her voice, beautiful sparrow, vocal chords stone carved like no other
and yet normally speaking she sounded like the Crocodile Hunter
Soaked the landscape of her essence, remembrance without a beat
the song she wrote about us, plays in my heart eternally on repeat.
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 12:23 PM UTC
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Feb 28, 2010
Feb 28, 2010 at 12:02 PM UTC
I don't get why your ****** eyes can't see
I don't get why your short frame can't grasp
I don't get why your semi-average mind can't understand
I don't get why it can't seep in your dark skin and chubby belly that
I l o v e y o u
because you care for your friends with utmost loyalty, sincerity
because your eyes shine with fire for the things and the ones you love
because you never run out of wild stories and theories
because your laugh is more than enough to make me laugh along
because your crazy ways take me in an adventure, not chaos definitely
because you would rather be odd in this apathetic world for the sake of chivalry
because you give me more innumerable insane reasons
but actually, simply
because you
You may see yourself as someone unlovable, detestable
but please get rid of that nonsense
because I am here
and very soon,
distance and time would get in the way but
I will always be here and
I l o v e y o u
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 9:16 AM UTC
It's so hot.
The priest's sermon-
whose warm voice so soft,
soothes the yearning ear,
encouraging oft,
for all to hear.
But the soul most dear.
And the poignantly silent Cross behind him.
People's voices-
rosaries, novenas,
strapping their arms,
but not their lips.
Heartily singing
or maybe snoring,
rising to the heavens,
but drowning my little own.
Like each sentence is simply a groan.
And the endless cars honking outside us.
Then in my little reverie, I yell:
Don't hush me!
When I pray to Thee,
all I want is Thy sympathy,
whose essence to a dry soul so empty,
would quench thousandfold a bounty!
Cries.
Then right beside my pew,
a light of unfurled color lies,
reveled by so few.
Then I look to the left,
facing the most mighty sun
shining on my burned cheeks,
on the blackest of hair,
closing my ****** eyes,
having a little fun.
Only one voice
of direction, of choice,
of just enough noise-
to brighten my day,
to go along with whatever may,
I am allowed to play!
And Mom tells me to keep silent,
before any wall gets a dent,
after I've learned what they've meant.
But, it's Sun-day.
The one light, the one love,
for the one me-
God allowed me to be.
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 2:12 AM UTC
I met you through circumstances
I've never imagined
To fall in love with you.
I first noticed your ****** eyes
Then your high husky voice
That I didn't forget.
It's not love at first sight
That I'm sure of
It's unexpected love.
You added me in Facebook
I chatted you and you replied
Gave your number and said goodbye.
At night we texted
At dawn we called
At sleep we smiled.
The love grew
Burning like a fire
So sudden it sparks.
I did everything
Just for you
I didn't regret.
To lay my trust and love
To make my dreams with you
That gives me reason to linger.
But in the end
Our love is
Unfortunate.
It arrives at the wrong time
It breaks friendship
It bends trusts.
To leave me
To not choose me
To think I'm not the right one.
Was it better for
Our love
Not to exist at all.
Than to feel feelings
Of despair, of misery
And of disappointment.
To end things up
So bitter was how I feel
So wasted were those times.
Cause it's not the feelings that hurt
Not the time that were misused
But the expectations that were not realized.
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 11:32 AM UTC
"I love the way her hair falls on her shoulders
I love the way she cuddled when it's colder
I love the way she smiled at me
I love the way her eyes are ******
I love the way she laughed out loudly
I love her, even when she's cranky
I love the way she's so moody
I love the way she effortlessly looks lovely
I love the way she holds her phone
I love the way she makes it feel like home
I love the way she stands when she's shy
I love the way she went to me to cry
I love the way she talks
I love the way she likes to kick rocks
I love the way she gets all excited
I love the way we were, reunited
I love the way she makes weird faces
I love the way her moles are in all places
I love the way she's emotional at times
I love the way she's so good at rhymes
I love the way she thinks about every tweet
I love the way she's nervous about people she meets
I love the way she fantasizes about food
I love the way she does so much good
I love how you've showed me life (in the most amazing way ever)
I love how you said "I love you forever"
I love how you noticed when I'm faking being fine
I love how I love you and you were mine"
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 7:32 AM UTC
What's within the eye that keeps us drawn?
That it kills us when we see that person frown
It was surreal, like an abstract idea
That each one of us could see what is inside those eyes
That one day, blue are not the skies
And you can't even take those sighs
Food won't be as tasty as your favorite pie
When it'll take some guts to see that person cry
In our belief they were the mirrors,
But for me, they were tunnels: unknown
Yet to be discovered
It's not about whom you see your future with,
Nor with whom you see the shadows of your past
But with the joy of your present
Beautiful sight, it was
However, the universe is so vast
Conspiring since you were not yet born
Exploding as the sirens and horns
Little did I know, in those sets of eyes, I am but a clown
In a chess game I was a pawn
Forever stucked in that zone
Called, friendzone
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 9:06 AM UTC
i may not cross paths
with you
during the day
as often as i'd like
but i see you everyday
at night
every night
i see you
in the stars
and
in the moon
i see you
in the velvet sky
in the clouds that pass by
i see all of you
all five feet eight inches tall
paisley skin
tousled hair
****** eyes
i see you
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC
"I think it is entirely possible to find solace and joy in the smallest of things," she says.
He narrows his already-chinky eyes at her out of curiosity."What makes you say so?"
She takes a deep breath and he lies his head on her lap, both knowing that this would be another long conversation, no, a retelling of the story of how she fell in love with him.
"Just to see you wake up, you're alive. How your eyes smile, conveying more emotions than your mouth. Your hands, I know they talk comfort when you grasp mine. Don't even get me started on your talents, they're what make you you. And your heart, in its simplest form, is pure with sincerity when you do what you love." She stops there and he looks up to her, waiting for more. But she knows she can't blurt it all at one go. It would be too much for her to say, and too much for him to comprehend.
"So is that our story?" He continues to stare up at her. She could sense a hint of discontent. It was equal to reading a book that's unfinished, that nervous anticipation for the author to release the sequel.
But instead of feeling guilty for making him feel that way, she laughed and tugged at his hair. "Why would you want me to tell you the ending? We're still a story incomplete, even if we're complete with just each other. And I don't think we'll ever have an ending."
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
I walked into a room filled with unfamiliar faces.
I sat down and felt a chill of insecurity creep up my spine.
I looked around and I saw you for the very first time.
You and your crooked smile and awkward laugh.
You being the center of attention in the room.
You and your ****** yet wide eyes.
You and your gorgeous hair folded behind your ears.
You and your sporty look because you knew you could work it.
You and everything about you.
Never did I think that
love at first sight was ever possible.
It was an absolute cliche.
Then I saw you, and I knew
that I was in deep **** right there.
I will never forget the first time I saw you
because it was at that instant that I knew
that I loved you beyond sanity.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 7:05 PM UTC
Six letters,three syllables
One standing from a halo
Write the letter to a significant one
Magnificent brilliant majesty
****** big eyes like a porcelain doll
Truly beauty by its art
Say my name,it's fantastic
Echoed through the ghost whispers
It's like a fantasy I coudn't write for more
Like movies and novels some are sweet and lived happily ever after
But my story it doesn't end
Its a journey to take and follow
Every ending has a good start to make...
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 3:06 AM UTC
i was wondering when you'd come
your small ****** eyes
your lean body
and your adorable smile
i thought of you day and night
and when i thought i saw a future for the both of us
i suddenly remember that we were
two worlds
apart
that you lived in a far away land
and for me to be your rapunzel
with my long black hair
seems impossible
are we confined to seeing each other during your lessons
at my uncle's?
i thought at first we may have something
a spark
a moment
a memory
a chapter
but i don't want to ruin something
because of young foolishness
maybe when we're older
and if we're meant to be
you and i
can meet together
smile
and travel
just be free
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
make it ******
make it look like you're happy
make the smile reach the eyes
show it from where the love lies.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC
i’ve always wondered what makes Destiny..
perhaps it is the dark shadows pressed into the sides of her face known as cheekbones.
the blotchiness of her skin.
that “cute little” dimple that runs down her chin.
the two very different shades between her face and neck that everyone points out.
“gotta be easy with the bleaching creams sis”..
sure because why not aspire to look like Lil’ Kim, right? *******
the way one side of her nose is slightly longer than the other.
the dents in her top lip.
the discoloration around her mouth from the breakouts of an annoying skin condition called eczema.
those ****** dark chocolate eyes.
maybe the stubborn eyebrows who refuse to claim each other as sisters, or even cousins for that matter.
the acne scars on her shoulders from too much sun.
her too wide of a “button nose”.
the bold jawline given to her by her daddy.
the shape of oversized freckled lips given to her by her momma.
the prominent collarbone given to her by Indian ancestors.
every feature (whether it be uneven, crooked, discolored, blotchy, too big or too small) is perfectly imperfect & molded by the hands of the Almighty.
after years and years of practicing patience and acceptance to love herself again, i’ve come to realize that this is what makes Destiny.
- d.berry
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 3:21 AM UTC
Aria
I stutter, I-uhm,
My thoughts are entangled
It was a melody that allured me
Those expressive ****** smile
H-how did I gain the courage that day?
Sometimes God gives us things we didn't pray for
I don't think I could hide any of these poems to you
How could my feelings be like music
Specifically, a rhapsody
Always changing, uncertain
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 1:21 AM UTC
****** Earphones
The black earphones were made in Red China by CCP turtles
They worked for a year giving reasonably good sound
Then the right side stopped working it was totally dead
It was out of guarantee just over one year old
The left side still worked fine with clear sound
That was fine if you were ok with it that way
He wasn’t ok with that not at all he cursed their crap
Nowt but mass produced junk made by slave labour
He listened to three songs tried messing with it
Unplugging them bending the wire increasing the volume
He looked at the wire it appeared fine so what was it?
What exactly was the motherf*cking problem!
His white earphones would do the job he swapped them
Tried a song full volume the sound was at both ears
These had something wrong the frequency range was off!
No vocals came thru just a mass of static with bass
Back to his other black pair he’d listen with his left ear
It was better than garbled sound of no music at all
Both pairs made in Red China by CCP turtles
Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 9:44 AM UTC