Best Roof Of The Mouth Poems

Not Forgotten

Psalm 137:5  "If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
                   let my right hand forget its skill!"
Psalm 137:6  "Let my tongue stick to the roof of...

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In The Garden of Gethsemane, Jesus fell to His knees
As He cried to His Father, let this cup pass from me
His anguish and pain I could never imagine
Sweat turning to blood, as He begged for compassion

In the midst of the garden, on the ground, as...

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I live in a world where there is no flow and ebb 
where flies are snared in the spiders web

Where anger is the clothing that spirits wear 
hand me down garments soiled with fear 

Where eyes fail from weeping incapable of emotions 
and the heart...

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Green Fruit

In the jar, 
the cucumbers are pickling. 
Grandma put them there, 
days ago. 

Slowly... 
They are getting more tart, 
more smart, 
and will fart, 
before the end. 

What? 

I love pickles, 
they make me smile. 
They make my taste buds go pop. 
I love...

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This poem was a fire
Ignited within me.
It heaved and it burned
Inside my chest.
It was a heavy burden and it made me
Go mad.

I knew I would not let it get the best of me,
So I decided I would get on my feet and beat it with...

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I sleep 
and in the awakened dream
I sleep there too
I sleep in the seamless silence of the snow
in the last liquid of the empty cup I am asleep
in the last anguish of your eyes I close my own
the cars the streets the houses 
empty in...

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a sour candy apple taste
lips to soft not to sin off of
sun kissed  i could only see the light
in the situation 
making light of the situation
until we covered ourselves with nature
until we gained knowledge of our nakedness 
the apple lay bitten on the roof...

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They crept upon our shores eating away the inner core
They crept upon our shore knocking on our barricade doors
Tall stout men with peevish eyes and strange looks on their white faces
Invade our quarters looking for our beautiful daughters. 
I could hear their heavy boots drilling...

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Swaying and shuffling to the bathroom,
		once again,
			I hoped this time that I’d summon the wherewithal 
		to finally start my Saturday.
  	But my visit was bookended by
		my usual return to bed.
The previous night’s tequila and IPA’s 
   had been reincarnated as leftover remnants...

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An angel born of grace,
Wings, a halo-a bright light
Stings. A fall- crash-
I’m born again.
Burned again.
Different skin
New air, new hair, new aura.
Same voice, exact words
“Trust me,” as I stab you in your spine.
My voice cracks, skips
Curved and edged
My sheathed tongue cuts me-
The roof of my mouth,...

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Hours I could spend

Listening to your faint whispers

Arouse within me, my passions

The purity of soul you draw from my lips

Ever the tender extractions

Gently you pull my sighs

Kept hiding deep inside

Mine heart pounding and crashing

Like full moon tides rising

Caressing the sandy dunes

Your susurrations ignite pyres

The flames...

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To satisfy my sweet tooth,
I stole a stranger's honey bun
When no one was looking.
I took it out of its wrapper
And laid it on a plate.
It smelled delicious.
I opened up a small door
And closed the one behind me.
I set the timer and it revolved
Until the sweet...

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Beat me down 
With that familiar sound
Of misinformation missed
Of god and holy bliss 
Of moments good and bad and people

Carry out all that life’s about 
And make it stick like cement to the roof of your mouth 

Just forget the only thing that means anything...

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hot air is what i mist, 
syllables don't get as crisp, 
less yer hanging by hand of wrist, 
but the great fall from cliff is inviting:)

betwining betwixt,
nah i don't lisp,
just roof of me mouth bloody lining,
no rum i aint pist,
just some syllables missed,
 2 short...

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Can't think of much of nothing
That I like any better
Than a big ole spoonful
Of my favorite peanut butter

And as I lick to have it stick
To the roof of my mouth
A thing I do more often
Than I could ever count

I like the crunchy better 
Than I...

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