Poems about front



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№ 1208101

United front

A group of men fight on a united front to get what they each want

Three men trying to find somebody to care for
They all fight for some reason unbeknownst to your normal heartless compeitor
A united front formed off the formations for what really is not a status quo
One got what they want the others are waiting for a chance to trade in their chances to see if they hit Gold or fall down to rock botton once again


front,  united.

Author: Jordan stenberg
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Date: 05/04/2020


№ 1202741

Broken left front tooth

(true anecdote circa late 1960's early 1970's) prithee
Which cold wintry temperatures re:
Wheely jogged unpleasant event in axle all let tea

Aye rem member inxs of cold playing air
Froze natural on gull din pond,
Where over head Canadian geese did blare
Honking the latest goose sip
Loud and crystal clear,

When from behind a bush
(color of smashed pumpkin)
Did peek a deer
Alert to any rod nee danger field
By parking upright
Either one or both ear

Instinct flashed warning to doe eyed creature
Lest predator doth lurk and induce fear
While Harris Family and friends
Oblivious attired in wintry gear,

Which padded material cladding
Adequately protected me from cold
Caused clouded difficulty to see
(thru fog coated glasses),

And muffled keen hear
Ring any forewarning
As chief identifier icier
This then gawky child nerd
Precariously maintaining balance
On his skates

Gliding, than extemoraneous
Ill prepareed head over blades swan dive
Shutterflying like a bird soon tubby goosed
Such attempts made this boy
Appear quite absurd
Ah, if only this mind of mine shut oral trapdoor,
And force haw debacle with preturnatural wink

Did two step quick think,
But woe misfortune awaited
Across the bumpy natural rink
Blithely jettisoning myself,

To and fro, hither and yon
Like a rolling stone
(that gathered no hearty moss) going plink
Unaware while in camouflage pose
Disguised as one sneaky, slippery icy fink
That snuck up in a blink

Found me squarely face down
Shattering left front tooth
Immediately discovered
Via tongue as private sleuth
Found me in an extremely agitated state forsooth
As if on fire from red hot chili peppers
Wrought jagged dentin chewable booth

A scant mere
Seconds to late, when with a crash, which near
Concussion smacked noggin
Hard against blocky chunk hove ice
Informing gap toothed email

(actually, that incident
Found me quite traumatized,
Especially without any solution to milk),
I. e. unpreparedly tasting solid rock hard material -
With ugly reflection that didst stare
From a looking glass re: mirror,
Which aye avoided at all possible costs where
To cast and fit mouth
With a provisional crown entailed maybe a year.

Necessitating cupped gloved hands
To punctuate every muffled word
To be but barely heard
Akin to talking with mouth full of custard
Above the quiet riotous mirth
Analogous to twittering bird

Winning sympathy from parents,
Who did level best to tend distraught son
Who ushered playback of events
With less disastrous rerun
Praying for a high lee angel

To grant reverse outcome brought none
Gut wrenching grief
Immediately terminated former fun
Damage irreversible
And perfect smile of pearly white
Forever broke
NOT the least itty bitty funny, comical,
Nor countenanced devastation done.


broken,  front,  left,  tooth.

Author: matthew scott harris
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Date: 31/03/2020

№ 1201965

When you spread your wings in front of me.

It just so happens
That I lace you into
Every song that I hear

I find your name
Scrawled wonderfully
On the spine of every book.

It just so happens
The grooves in my records
All spell out your name

And it just so happens
That my fingerprints
Can be found all over you

And that the smell
Of your skin lingers
On mine for as long as I let it

But it just so happens
That I'd let it linger longer,
Time, I find, makes it fade

And it just so happens
That the time has come
That it's gone from me
For now

And it just so happens
That for now I'm not sure
Which way's up and which is down

And your hand is missing from my life
And your words are spare

My time is long
And all I have to do
Is wish you were here

And it just so happens
That tonight
I'll fall asleep alone

I'll invent your smell
And behind my closed eyes
I'll watch you move
Your perfect lips
To the words of my favorite song
And the words of yours

And it just so happens
That the tears will seep
From the corners of my eyes,
Only to dampen
My flowered pillowcase

And it just so happens
That in the morning when I wake
I'll still see you singing
I'll hold on to the dream
For as long as I can.

I'll remember the night you
Told me
All the reasons
You knew you loved me.

Back pushed against the door
In the dark, damp room.

I'll remember the feeling
Of knowing you are somewhere...
Loving me

And I hope you know
Wherever you may be
You should have that feeling
With you always.

And I hope you do always smile.
And I hope you do always laugh.
And I hope you do always love.
And I hope it's always me.

But if it just so happens
That one day you wake and find
You can no longer say
Your love is with me


I'll set you free and watch you fly
And as you leave, I'm sure I'll cry -
But your wings spread in front of me
Will be the happiest thing I'll ever see
Even while they're flying
You away from me.


front,  spread,  wings.

Author: Margaret Bailey Turner
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Date: 30/03/2020

№ 1196270

The World Beyond Your Front Door

At night I dreamt and I spoke the most beautiful poetry.
I even said to myself in my lucid dream; at the moment I realized what I was saying I need to remember; it was so rare and beautiful, profound even.
It's the same as the thoughts that are in my head when I am awake and conscious. Conscious like not in a dream world I could never fully explain or say or convey what is truly in my mind


door,  front.

Author: Ace Rock Martinez
+0-
Date: 25/03/2020


№ 1195973

I think we carved our names into a tree in front of that school and i think it's probably overgrown or cut down by now

Do you ever wish you didn't?
Do you ever wish it were simple?
I often find myself longing for something easy
Something readable
But we've built ourselves from complex wood engravings
I suppose that's part of our story
And i wouldn't trade a minute of our starlight
But you have to admit
Sometimes simple sounds perfect


carved,  cut,  front,  names,  overgrown,  school.

Author: wren cole
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Date: 25/03/2020

№ 1189359

Clouds In Front of Me

White cotton clouds,
Blue, blue sky,
Over me,

What is this I see,
Two puppies playing,

There are several places,
Angels could be hiding,
They make themselves known,
While whistling in the wind,

But, in the depths of clouds,
There are storms brewing,

I'll just wait and see,

Thunder, as loud as dogs of Summer barking at me,

The air is thick and wet,
I've always wished I could fly away,
From the cold August rain.

Copyright © 2015 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.


clouds,  front.

Author: Ronald J Chapman
+0-
Date: 19/03/2020


№ 1180763

The quiet front

Is the moon dead
Or is she alive
Or is she, said moon, really a man
And does he have hands
And does she have teeth
And do they wonder
As they look down
What kind of star I am
If I am even a star at all
Perhaps I am a meteoroid
I seem to be small enough
Or perhaps I am a comet
Pale, cold, and dirty
Constantly shying away from the sun
Leftover from the beginning of time
~ ~
~Dear Cascabelera,
I am writing to you because
I've grown lazy in my heart
Less patient in my mind
And my eyes, wide and salty as the sea,
Foam with fear of depths

As you stand there, brilliant and luminous in all your ways
I lay here faithfully underneath you
As I have for the past twenty-one years
There is no greater devotion than ours, I know

Yet as I lay here, still,
Underneath your gloaming
With nothing to feel
And no one to hold
But my sadness
I cannot help but wonder
Are you dead
Are you alive
Are you here by choice
Have you any tears to cry?

Cascabelera,
I want to embrace you sweetly in the early morning
Lunita, lunera
I want you to lay with me in the dark


front,  quiet.

Author: arubybluebird
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Date: 11/03/2020

№ 1177756

Broken front tooth

Inxs of cold playing air
Froze natural pond, where over head Canadian geese did blare
Honking the latest goose sip loud and clear
When from behind a bush (color of smashed pumpkin) did peek a deer
Alert to any danger by parking upright either one or both ear
Lest predator doth lurk and induce fear
While Harris Family and friends oblivious attired in wintry gear
Which protection from cold caused difficulty to hear

Necessitating cupped gloved hands to punctuate every muffled word
To be but barely heard
Akin to talking with mouth full of custard
Above the quiet riotous mirth from this then gawky child nerd
Precariously maintaining balance on his skates and glide like a bird
Such attempts made this boy appear quite absurd

Ah, if only this mind of mine did two step quick think
But woe misfortune awaited across the bumpy natural rink
Blithely jettisoning myself hither and yon
Like a rolling stone going plink
Unaware while in camouflage pose
Disguised as one sneaky slippery fink
That snuck up in a blink

That found me squarely face down shattering left front tooth
Immediately discovered via tongue as private sleuth
Finding me in extreme agitated state forsooth
As if on fire from red hot chili peppers wrought from jagged booth

Winning sympathy from parents
Who did level best to tend distraught son
Who ushered playback of events with less disastrous rerun
Praying for an angel to grant reverse outcome brought none
Gut wrenching grief immediately terminated former fun
Damage irreversible and perfect white smile forever broke con!


broken,  front,  tooth.

Author: matthew scott harris
+0-
Date: 08/03/2020

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