Best Big Mouth Poems


Premium Member Big Mouth Bass

Big-Mouth Bass
An April morning, as the climbing sun
tipped up in sight, and lit the coming day
and colored red, after a storm was done,
I cast my plug, a stinger--red and gray--

to where it looked the likely place to me,
where hides the hog--from minnows swimming by;
then feeds upon those minnows, carelessly,
as pops the sun into the morning sky.

Upon the water, mirrored flat and still,
I raise the wake, so slight--then let it lay;
and cranking in, so slowly then until
I hear the chomp--that warns he's set to play!

   And all the minnows cheer me in my quest
   of battle with my most unwilling guest!
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
© Vee Bdosa  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Big Mouth Trump Collaboration With Sonny Roper

The mouth of Donald Trump 	
is bigger than his rump!		
Both  pump  hot smelly air	
which is hard to bare, 
responsible for  prolonged slump.
	

If he would only shut his mug	
and his backside plug, 		
so the air would clear		
and pleasant things we might hear,	
instead of the nasty humbug.


6/11/2016

COLLABORATION WITH SONNY ROPER
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member A Big Mouth of Mostly Crap

there is no mother nature ~ mere reality with her rolling pin

spreading an infinite universe ~ with no instructions on a tin

bring humanity into the mix ~ a strange ingredient comes in

the spit of droll intelligence ~ from our salivating menippean 

                               #        #         #

       Still from May Day, to the Summer solstice in June 
a Helios vegan picks his nose daily, of the greenest legumes 

By
David Kavanagh


Premium Member Big Mouth

The big mouth open now foul scents escape
Trashy contents always flow
Please, please take out the trash

Trump and Big Mouth

Trump and Big Mouth

Out from Trump's mouth words were pouring
Telling people he is one they should be adoring
But at his body abruptly they kept staring
War on poor health he must be declaring
And eat plums with prunes every morning.

Jim Horn

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© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.

Big Mouth John

he loves to talk
has a smooth walk
he dip and sip
and rap
able to adat
mow his own lawn
some call him a pond
and
BIG MOUTH JOHN


Premium Member Big Mouth Bass

Big-Mouth Bass
An April morning, as the climbing sun
tipped up in sight, and lit the coming day
and colored red, after a storm was done,
I cast my plug, a stinger--red and gray

to where it looked the likely place to me,
where hides the hog--from minnows swimming by;
then feeds upon those minnows, carelessly,
as pops the sun into the morning sky.

Upon the water, mirrored flat and still,
I raise the wake, so slight--then let it lay;
and cranking in, so slowly then until
I hear the chomp--that warns he's set to play!

   And all the minnows cheer me in my quest
   of battle with my most unwilling guest!
© ron wilson (aka Vee Bdosa)
© Vee Bdosa  Create an image from this poem.

Trump and His Big Mouth

Trump and His Big Mouth

First the dirt we did have to soften
Hole mouth is open so insert coffin;
Overhead is now storming,
And new bad habit forming;
He does it several times and often.

Death to Trump and his horrible, big mouth
And wall he wants to build way down south.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.

Big Mouth Willie

love to walk and talk
no doudt
he's got a big mouth
always act silly
BIG MOUTH WILLE

Premium Member Big Mouth

Someone stepped on his foot
That big mouth opened wide
The odor that came from inside
What had he consumed, garlic root

Hey, would someone take out
The trash again and put in bin
The one outside the door
While Frebreze is sprayed galore

Big Mouth Sally

she walks and talks
about this and that
she is a rat
run likes a cat
but loves to chat
hang out no doubt
in the back allay
oh
BIG MOUTH SALLY

Big Mouth

The mouth is the thing we find perfect
Finding things we call the subject
It’s really the mouth that finds our grace
The mouth that often points out disgrace
The mouth describes a particular taste
It knows each seasons put on it’s plate
The mouth decides what’s bitter and sweet
Take the poison or cure illness complete
It tells the truth or tells the lies
Tells of deception only seen by the eyes 
It never keeps secrets on words it relys
It takes and gives and blows away flies
Lips may kiss teeth can bite
Silence show indifference
A shout become a fight
The mouth is a thing that gives us no clue
Eventually what will happen to me and you

Big Mouth Should Be Shut

Big Mouth Should Be Shut

big mouth should be shut
from team again he was cut
have to see trump strut

Jim Horn

How about that. Nine more
poems and I will have reached
8,000.
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.

Big Mouth

this comming from the hip
you got bubblr lip
that need tobe zip
it on the wrong
rout
you got a 
BIG MOUTH

Big Mouth Pete

he loves to talk
and he walks an walk
no doudt
run his mouth
he love to eat
has bad teeth
old
BIG MOUTH PETE

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