Cottonmouth Poems - Poems about Cottonmouth

26-7-2024 Underneath the skin, coiled blood hissed. And behind his sinister grin, A hundred teeth hid a recoiled tongues twist. His speech blunders, but within his eyes seethe, Words wherein they need not leave his mouth kissed. He spoke no lies, and often wonders those bequeathed by his gab gift. But the truth lies asunder between his own words and honest...

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sad and lonely inside, like a hollowed tooth with cyanide groaning and bemoaning about the market, the trade, the money in his bank, thats who mr cottonmouth is a very rich man with a house in his south who whines and pouts, while others put his fires out his tongue is long and split, with two little twins...

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It was a cottonmouth they said. I pictured a dentist pushing a bunch of cotton in my mouth. After they had put my gums through torture. “I hate cottonmouths” I said. “I didn’t think you knew what they were,” my mother replied. “You take me to one once a year, don’t you?” I wailed. My mother’s friend gave my mother a...

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The Cottonmouth King I, The Cottonmouth King creep out from under my rock; I penetrate the depth of your soul Blood runs on damp streets claiming another life Drama tastes of bitter swallows, escaping from guillotine’s wrath, staining your Sunday best, pressed and altered to fit within my diary I sing of how you were living… and soon...

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Winter beholds for Autumn does not yield- bare trees none the less...

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