Best Toothed Poems

Susan Boulet was an artist 1941-1997
Her paintings are famous for their layered effects which she started later on in her artistic career. She loved fantasy...

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I loved her chipped tooth 
loved it even more when 
she said she'd never have it fixed
she was beautiful
why she paid attention to me 
i'll...

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My grandfather on my father’s side, was a pecker-toothed sidle who raped his 
daughter when she was just ten. He threw down vodka from an...

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A divine blacksmith didn't forge winged hearts of gold,
to soothe the burn of others.
Nor mold my body into a scratching post chant.
Where others can shed...

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Oh the images we freeze in time

the sweet, sweet scents that bring recall

the sharp and painful longing that belongings bring

for those lost or lingering on...

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A welcome sight the lights ahead - like misty globules on ink black foam
The billboard elicits a sense of foreboding - Welcome to the Midnight...

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Beneath the fathom’s deep, in wreckage’s graveyard
Of the forgotten, here the broken bones of ships lie still,
Covered in a forest of seaweeds greenery.
Corrosion steel hauls...

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Two Nuns travel through Europe by car
Guided by the heavens North Star
Transylvania they reach
Hymn singing they preach
Not realizing they have come so far

At a busy...

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"Odysseus and The Siren"



There he is 
like Odysseus 
bound to the mast of his ship
cursive words dispatched 
through aether to 
the somnolent nodding
in their stock...

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"Romance in the Reflections of the Steely Green-Eyed"



Romance is in the 
reflections of the
steely green-eyed

time stolen and framed
bars to freedom 
champagne dreams remain

the prisoner’s heart...

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bursting hot bubbling like lava
oh most sacred shade of sacral chakra’s bloom
chrysanthemum petals burst
like fireworks on the fourth of July
and so none can deny the...

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Through eldritch streets I walked alone
With shadows on my track,
Full jellied was  my every bone,
I thought my mind would crack.

Through mist and morbid mire...

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a hush shivers my spine,
it reeks havoc and I no longer speak-
I traveled back in time,
the only thing I find 
is the tapping of soft...

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Gardens of golden threaded Cyprus;
evergreens perfume sings me halfway to sleep.
I breathe in the wafting scents of neighbor’s roses;
with elation my spirit weeps.

The drumming of...

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Managing his guilts to seduce the nocturnes
he left the gray area, surging
with a wandering death on the
half broken stairs –
before a closed gate was put...

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