Best Tonsils Poems
The rosa blanda embroidering your face
will become the veins in my tongue reaching to clog my throat
go past the tonsils and vocal chords and windpipe
down and down still, burrowing into the esophagus
relentless in its pursuit, just, just, just to lay seeds in my chest
tumor a pea, peanut, grape, walnut, lime, matilija, peach, grapefruit
straining muscle surprising itself with the ability to withstand the stretch
craving asphyxiation, those lungs may covet paroxysm
but grieve not the fulfillment of a destiny
this ache, this devastation was meant to be
no, they won’t be careful of what they wish for
you’ll become the air I swallow, and the organ that inhales and exhales it both
viciously lush beauty anywhere and everywhere
so when you see the body that used to be mine,
you’ll gasp in horror or awe or both: which one? I’ll never know
the garden you planted nurses no speech, nor soil, nor hope of infertility
just a promise of bloom and perpetual harvest
a pretty letter from dainty lips, viscous honey quenching its thirst
a giddy blush warming embryos out of stout cases
a brush of apple-sun cheeks dawning moonlight-budding leaves
just a gaze and my heart will melt,
sand that brazenly melds into laminated glass
gifted to strong hands smothered in peppermint lotion
who will keep it safe in their loops, whorls, and arches
brindle cedar irises roots to this infatuation
their existence cruel to a poet who only knows
words mere facets unworthy of describing
fields of cosmoses a cosmos itself
choking on fantasies and tears of scarlet drupes,
I retch out garlands born in guileless meadows
and as the last petal falls,
the sweetest rose hip takes branch
its only sin a love too big
Categories:
tonsils, beauty, love, surreal,
Form:
Free verse
1. INCIPIENT
the smell of burning body helps me sleep at night
i'd rather ignite this spark in my stomach than shove bread down my throat
singe this hollow home
choke these lungs with bone dry soil so nothing can grow
and maybe they brainwashed me
or i did it to myself
but all of my dreams lead to being skin and bones
the humming of crackling wood whispers
"starve"
i listen
the humming of crackling body whispers
"this is all your fault"
2. GROWTH
this skin is getting too hot to live in
i, the embodiment of a fire breathing dragon
i hunch over
choke on second hand smoke
and misconceptions
there are so many ways to feed into desperate
too many ways to swallow yourself whole
i let this esophagus sizzle and cry
i lie arms spread naked on the bathroom floor catching my breath
a slab of meat thrown onto a cackling grill
fatty and full of blood
sized up and bitten into
violated by my own opinions of beautiful
where bitter
where acidic
where a dysmorphic enemy does not linger
nibbling at my tonsils
3. FULLY DEVELOPED
i am engulfed in flames
these charred hands stain my body with words like
"bony"
like "thin"
like "sick"
this flesh can't escape the freezing creeping up on my being
the trembling of limbs
the chattering of teeth
is a physical trophy
"congratulations!" you are one flicker away from broken
winter almost melts me
christmas and thanksgiving
piles of food fresh like flesh mocking me
rotting in front of me
a mirror image of my organs and intestines
abandoned and squeezed
some sort of puzzle
pieces twisting and breaking
i sit quietly
they ask "aren't you hungry?"
i don't tell them that it is too late for this fire to be put out
or how often i dream of drowning
4. DECAY
a guilty arsonist
i toss my lights and my matches
sweep up the ashes
what is left of my home
and i start building
i blow out the candles
shove my hands into the wreckage and chew it up
i won't spit it out this time
i fill myself up
i introduce myself to my reflection
say,
"hello. i am healthy"
say,
"i've missed you"
a phoenix flies over a body she burned
a city she burned
a world that she burned
says
"go. go find out what happiness tastes like"
Categories:
tonsils, food, health, moving on,
Form:
Free verse
Tiny, timid, thing
tell tales that throw time
through thought; teeth tightning trenches
these trouble tellers taunting tidbits
Thawck!
Toiling Thugs
They tinsel trash
through tonsils
Tackle them!
Trophy triumphant toddler!
1 tiny
2 timid
3 thing
4 tell
5 tales
6 that
7 throw
8 time
9 through
10 thought
11 teeth
12 tightning
13 trenches
14 these
15 trouble
16 tellers
17 tauntings
18 tidbits
19 thawck
20 toiling
21 thugs
22 they
23 tinsel
24 trash
25 tonsils
26 tackle
27 trophy
28 triumphant
29 toddler
Categories:
tonsils, children
Form:
Alliteration
Then:
naïve, sheltered, shy
what i thought
i wanted to be -
an archeologist, Barbizon model (no proclivity),
a writer, a psychologist, a mom, a wife
Now:
brazen, talkative, traveller, open
what i am -
a Christian, a writer (a poet), a model
citizen, prone to psychoanalyse, a mom, grandma,
a wife
Then:
at 5, under the knife, tonsils removed, ice
cream treat; cut my foot in a bike spoke, no dinner
Now:
Wheeled through airport, whisked to urgent care,
ambulance ride to hospital, anxiety led to prayer, peace
as piece of me removed (gallbladder)
Then: single, not wise, average, well-endowed
Now: married a long long time, know things (experience),
endowment’s gone south
Then:
envision wearing a billowy white shirt, sitting in front of window
facing the sea, writing poetry, ink dry
Now:
Anytime, anywhere, wearing anything or nothing at all,
ink wet as muse sees fit
Then:
face to face friends, cord attached to wall, cell of my own
making
Now:
poetry friends all over the world, poetry transports with
my fingertips
Then:
Mom, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Grandparents
Now:
Deficit of loved ones. Looking
to the future in bright new faces
Then: reaching inward, wanting love Now: reaching out, loving
Going further: reaching ever upward, in word and deed
I am entitled
to die, once,
and see my Lord and God
12/30/2022
Then and Now
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
tonsils, identity,
Form:
Free verse
I had my tonsils taken out
When I was in first grade.
My younger brother did as well
And we were both afraid.
We didn’t really get it but
We somehow understood
That wearing P.J.’s in the car
Would lead to nothing good.
While driving to the doctor’s
There was time for me to think
And come up with a plan. (Such acts
Are field days for a shrink.)
The oldest child had privileges
So if worse came to worst,
I got my mom to promise that
My brother would go first.
The deal was made, so I relaxed
Until the doc was prepped,
The ether waiting for my bro,
If promises were kept.
But herein comes the clincher –
I was dragged in first and cried,
Not only for the surgery –
My mom had flat-out lied!
Categories:
tonsils, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
When I was young, I loved french vanilla pudding. It was so very creamy, extra special with cut up bananas in it. Then came the day I had my tonsils out, bowls of french vanilla ice cream did follow. When I became a teenager, I fell hard for french vanilla coffee. Then followed by french vanilla coffee cream, sweet wonderful french vanilla filled my cup and the air. Then one moonlight night on a date, my french boyfriend took me into his strong arms. Held me oh so tight, I had a french kiss under the shining stars.
Date Written:8/16/2021
1 Place
Anna And The French KissContest Judged: 9/11/2021
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
tonsils, french, friend, stars, youth,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
We cook it ! Feel your tonsils tingle!
Add mayonnaise, lettuce, a pickle.
Lost both tonsils at ten
so can I ask you when
my change comes to more than a nickle?
Categories:
tonsils, confusion, food, life, parody
Form:
Limerick
Deeply inspired by a piano cover for a song called “With a thousand
words to say but one”…the heart never, ever forgets. Wrote this in 6 minutes,
the length of the song itself...
6 minutes, granted
Permission from my agnostic lord,
To shed you from these reinforced tonsils
To undo God’s whisper of 2008,
I would
To undo all my darkened hours,
I would
I taste the bastion of clouded whispers
Relinquishing greener pastures
4 minutes remaining
…
I still miss you.
The yesterday
Of you
But, today,
I grab exponential smile
With serenity plated exhales,
That you’re gone
I picture how irregular my heartbeat
Would become
If you whispered carnivorous greetings upon
These unfiltered eyelids
60 seconds
…
As the landlord of my domain,
I evict you
Still leaving a window cracked
Similar to my 3rd eye
Forever dreaming
For the yesterday of you
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
tonsils, life, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
On the edge of my seat,
On the tip of my chair,
Sweating in the Doctor’s Lair,
Waiting for that sympathetic stare
And the news
That my slack heart
Needs a jump start,
Liver fails to deliver,
Blood is clogged
With choleric cholestrol,
Kidneys are more cesspit,
Than filtration device,
Belly fluff is full of lice,
Tonsils are shot
With boasting bacteria
Roller-coasting
Down my gullet
To a soirée
In the small intestine.
Inwardly I scream
And await the death sentence
On my organs.
She’ll tell me that
The years of gorgonzola
Gormandising and
Elevated caffeine intake
Have condemned me
To an early coffin-break.
Oh my aching mind!
I can feel the blinds
Descending and my
DNA un-mending.
The worms are wriggling
Down my spine
When the doctor says
“You’ve got a bit of a cold,
You’ll be fine.”
Categories:
tonsils, health, humor,
Form:
Free verse
Wiggly Worms
They took out both tonsils and each adenoid
And now another sore throat I cannot avoid
There is nothing with left to collect the germs
Which once were dangling and wiggling worms.
Stopped complaining and conclusion came to
Very sharp object is someone's point of view
Once was lost and then looked all over town
Until finally soon it had been narrowed down.
Chuckle, chuckle, laugh, laugh and then smile
Does seem to be my great and glorious style
And to accept British Isle's beauty did refuse
We both did decide to go on a destined cruise.
Then that was when I soon started to see
All the others were laughing along with me
When I started wanting to take a shower
Never could find one in the London Tower.
Was freezing outside and we grabbed our coat
And soon started back in our beautiful boat
We both looked back at beautiful British Isles
No wonder we were wearing so many smiles.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Categories:
tonsils, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
My nephew whose first name is Dennis
With ladies he loves to play tennis
But he is so fickle
Their tonsils he’ll tickle
Young Dennis is a truly a menace!
6/27/19
Categories:
tonsils, body, humorous, lust,
Form:
Limerick
George worked in a construction company. He spent all his days walking the steel beam but when he got home, he became the master of inventions. One night he borrowed his wife's ironing board and made himself a grilled cheese sandwich by pressing the iron to the bread. It was an ooy-gooey delight. While all the other men sat down to crusty bread, George pulled out his panini forkini pastrami alla bellini. He bit into it with great delight. The mozzarella sang to his tonsils, "Eres bella, Eres bella" Tiano's boombox voice was heard, "Heh George, there are 4 of us," which translated into, "Yo George, where is our bench pressed sandwich?"
That night he got an earful from his wife Juanita Delacruz, the Spanish Queen of complaint. "Dam it George. The ironing board is full of melted cheese and it smells like recycled beef " It was time to take the invention to new heights.
He made a mean machine of good taste. This is how George Foreman was birthed. In George Papadopoulos's shed. Though he was no son of a priest, he knew a blessing when he saw one. He was recompensed by a happy wife
and a jolly foursome crew.
There are rumors going around that it was really invented in some other form or way. I for one will stick to my story dear readers. If I fudged is just a bit please forgive me. Its a tad more entertaining, don't you think ?
Now here is my research paper on the matter, short and sweet.
"Truth be told ? It was promoted by a former boxing champion George Foreman. Since its introduction in 1994, over 100 million George Foreman grills have been sold worldwide.
Inventor?: ?Michael Boehm, Robert Johnson Inception?: ?1994"
Categories:
tonsils, hilarious,
Form:
Narrative
Terrible tornados toppled trees tearing trenches through the terrain,
“Took my tonsils,” told Timmy Thompson, “like taking a tongue twister train.”
Categories:
tonsils, funny,
Form:
Alliteration
One Day I was listening to an old Cowboy song
My boots began to tapping & I began to sing along
A Cowgirl stepped to the mic & as she began to sing
It sounded like a falsetto auctioneer pulling vowels out on a string
I perked my ears & listened, it didnt seem that hard
If I could learn to yodel, I'd be a Cowgirl Superstar
So I warmed up & just let loose
Was that the call of a lovesick moose?
So I adjusted my pitch, had my stance down pat
Just as I began to yodel, I swear someone stepped on a cat
I struggled on through most of the day trying to warble & trill
And If I'd not sprained my tonsils & tongue, I'd be at it still
Let's hear it for the Cowboy Yodeler, Head & shoulders above the rest
For in mastering the yodel, you surely passed the test
I only have one question, I'd really like to know
Why they sing about her & where did the little old lady go?
Categories:
tonsils, cowboy-western, funny, song-old, day,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
Dingy diapers
Yelling until tonsils are sore
No, you cannot eat all the candy
Because Mom said not to give you anymore
Hitting and tattling on siblings
Leaky mucus filled noses
Boy! am I glad you all don't belong to me
Your parents will soon be here to collect
Gather your "Wiggles" D.V.D's
You don't have to go home...
Wait you do, because
You sure as hell can't stay here
I have nothing against children
I'm just relieved that at the end of the day
You all belong to someone else
Because if left up to me
Child Protective Services
Would surely do an investigation
This is the last time,
I babysit for weed
Categories:
tonsils, funny, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse