Long Mouthpiece Poems
Long Mouthpiece Poems. Below are the most popular long Mouthpiece by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Mouthpiece poems by poem length and keyword.
Caution, dear lover.
You chose to date the writer.
I fear there are some things you should be warned of.
The writer is a creature of habit.
Their pens and papers all aligned,
Tucked neatly under a desk covered in hobbies they never completed.
They found the next thing and left the past one behind.
But trust me — you won’t be treated like the toys and silly things they leave on their tables and nightstands. Despite all the discarded hobbies the pens stayed in the desk. They were there when he needed them.
The writer isn’t a stoic, but they need a megaphone to make the smallest noises.
They will pen you as a million different figures from Icarus to Archemedies.
You’ll be showered in flowers and feelings that almost leap off of pages.
Yet when they put their pens in a drawer, and sit beside you, they'll stay silent.
They need a mouthpiece, or their words stay silent.
So too, are their emotions.
You’ll find pages enough to fill corkboards of their hate, their sadness, their issues.
But they have a rehearsed “Im ok” script written into their heart.
They read it every night.
The Writer is restless.
Like a cat, they’ll bounce from idea to idea to idea, with so many half-finished, five-hundred word, half painted pictures that they thought they had time to finish,
And they won’t sleep until one of them is finished.
At the end of the day, however, when the cat crawls into bed next to you.
They will feel the most peace they have in a millenia.
You will be the paint to their canvas.
The pens to their paper.
Once the morning comes, so will the words,
But at least they mean them,
Because you decided on The Writer,
And maybe, just maybe,
That would be ok.
Screams the banana,
"I'm green",
comes the predator
and pull it out ...
Exclaims the cashew:
"I'm down"!
passerby comes
and crush it ...
Says the ripe orange:
"Blow me" !
comes the unsuspecting
peels and throws it
on the sidewalk... !
Screams the orchard:
"take care of me"!
come kids
and throw stones!
The flowers scream:
"take care of us"
come the mouthpiece
and shatters them ...!
Scream the woods:
"save us !
the tractor arrives
and takes it down!
Cries the rose,
disconsolated ...
comes the hummingbird
with all love, and
kisses her in the heart ..!
I feel it in the hush of twilight's gentle glow,
where spiritual shadows dance in whispers.
An intangible force, unseen yet sincere.
A magnetism from realms where ego dies.
A profound vision influencing my mind.
A divine devotion connecting my heart.
I search for your sacred bond to heal my heart.
To touch my soul in your ethereal glow.
To enlighten the dark chambers of my mind,
I seek you in distant stars, tired from whispers.
Their silent light reminds me hope never dies,
as the moon guides me upon a path sincere.
At dawn your persona spreads in views sincere.
Blessings from sweet perfume flowers ease my heart.
In the birth of a new bloom, angst from pain dies,
as mercy spreads in a vibrant pastel glow.
Your presence lingers in soft and wise whispers.
A source of compassion soothing a tired mind.
Your zen grace pull me close, transforming my mind.
Read your stories in scriptures with text, sincere.
Heard about your legend from scholar's whispers.
I crave for you to complete this boundless heart,
so I can ascend to dance in stardust glow.
Embraced by love, where inner growth never dies.
Oh, eternal beloved, the darkness dies,
as you mentor like a lantern in my mind.
In black skies, I feel your cosmic wholeness glow.
Lead me through life's winding maze to be sincere.
My spirit in alignment with soul and heart,
has a true higher purpose through your whispers.
May I, forever blossom through your whispers,
upon a quest where fulfilment never dies.
For the path you've laid is the bridge to my heart.
Selfless like the sun you bring warmth to my mind,
as your rays transcend in messages, sincere.
I surrender to your pure mystical glow.
I'm a verse written from your poetic mind.
A flutist playing a flute in tunes, sincere.
A mouthpiece resembling your magnetic glow.
Hoisted high above the ground
Floating in the gentle breeze
Colors and symbols depict a message
That some reject, but others please
Be it local or in a foreign land
Violence or peace it can incite
Some may regard it nonchalent
But others defend, with all their might
It's the mouthpiece and sounding board
Of what is in the human heart
Of those who raise it to it's perch
As their position they seek to impart
Yes, - the flag can easily define
How we view, life, liberty and death
Many seek to extol it's virtue
Guarding it, until their final breath
Isaiah spoke of lifting a banner
It draped over Solomon with love
Should it not be the guiding force
Symbolizing, as a peaceful dove
So, let the Christian hoist it high
In action, word and deed
Always portraying Christ as King
May God grant this to be our creed
Colan L Hiatt = 08-03-15
© All Rights Reserved
Ice say... water we dew wing to planet Earth?
Tis appalling *****sapiens legacy,
the future survival of species can ill afford
hence we must not dodge and dart away,
but heed urgent call to arms decree fiat,
lest vast gamut of flora and fauna
deprived their rightful respect
courtesy ewe buick wit us ram
me bipedal hominids wresting
driver's seat and steering fate
all species unfairly doomed
analogous to horse and buggy
only far worse, whereat naked ape
that nasty short tempered and brutish
beast finagled, hijacked, besotted,
usurped... sacred covenant taurus
once illustrious precious habitats
escorted to shreds
innocent plants and animals, we
signalled anonymous poetic mouthpiece,
cuz world wide webbed tapestry
irreparably tattered, thus swiftly tailored
measures beg critters to needle
arrogantly depraved, galling humans
violating, tormenting, ruining...
basket of deplorables mankind
violently, obnoxiously, indiscriminately...
destroying carte blanche - absolute
zero guilt whittling, vaporizing,
uglifying, trampling, slashing, razing,
quashing, paving, oppressing,
eradicating, devaluing, burning...
once upon a time edenic oblate spheroid
now crowded house overpopulated
teeming billions wantonly annihilate
at expense of avast extinction
to sustain global industrialization
kickstarting lamentable machinations
spindling, fondling, mutilating
permanently desecrating scarring
wreaking havoc rendering uber
terrestrial plain untenable
massacring, incapacitating Gaia,
she unable to shuck off yoked aggressive
lymphatic, metastatic, narcissistic...
asphyxiation, choking, eradication
biological diversity flummoxed
hounded, jackknifed, liquidated
promulgating me, no matter futile
effort to appeal against doom
fervent clemency against
effrontery, queasy temerity...
mercilessly rained down pell mell
upon inimitable mother nature
unspeakable, unpardonable, unforgivable...
despicable, horrible, ineradicable... demise
affecting every living organism.
Prognostic,___Anticipation
Doce de Leite
It was a bold statement.
One that was made in front of a lot of
people. But pouring tea and reading
the leaves$!2$-$%!!! (trademark
restrictions means we can't reveal
the name): but it was said in 2025
at number 500 bouts. He shall began
a reign: that shall transigned to
an era of greatness! He to shall again stand
and be champion again.
One to the dismay of the audience and the other
to a fan favoriting triumph.
In the same breathe it was said that
a stethoscope shall hear the sound of
ground bee's in the crevices
of marble:then termites will lead them to treasure
Planning, organizing, leading, controlling, and evaluating.
they shall stumble upon the riches of tomorrow.
And shall solve the problems of pestilence
He shall rise to lead you to greatness..Umino & Takagi,
shall call him. They shall manage him into greatness from afar.
The whispers of encouragement and guidance all within the context
of storylines, the manager positions their client for title opportunities, generally acts as a mouthpiece on their behalf.
These functions involve goal-setting, resource allocation, coordination, decision-making, performance monitoring, and improvement assessment.
The prediction scored him great and within his cultivation he has been seen as victor among men. Even to those who have doubted him!
So hast feng Shui who spake to Hadden
to spoke to Hemuss!
whose favorable or unfavorable
in relation to the flow of energy
spatial arrangement and Oreintaions
Might he say I am him!
the caatlle shall fall in the fields
and the clouds shall become a pinkish-blue
the dogs will howl in day time
and the flute shall hoover over the lyre
to sing the songs in harmony with
all in attendance!
Success doesn't have to mean sacrifice. It doesn't have to cost you the things that matter most. But it does take intention!!!
Creative Control and self Dedication Might he stand to say I am Him!
Campeón de lucha libre de peso pesado del mundo!
it has been a long time since i've been here
can i leave my poems here
everything was always safe with your protective eye
each time i return here i have to pause
words are like indecisively constipated turtles
for whatever reason, the poems in my mind come softly and freely here
all the insects never seem to notice me here, so in a strange way i feel at home
nothing matters here but creativity, art, and thought
all that's really missing is a listening ear and a warm fire in what once was a useful fireplace
it has been a long time since i've been here
can i leave my poems here
everything was always safe with your protective eye
the many floods over the years have done quite a number on every part of this place
untouched though is my favorite corner, which i always thought was sprinkled with magic
light bulbs in multifarious shades of value shine here until eternity fades to the next chapter
there is a breeze that focuses on the cooling of my mind
i can feel it in the air before the air even knows it is there
my listening ear is my black notebook, and my mouthpiece of expression is my old black nogginknocker pen
I never wanted to be your mighty mouthpiece
I never asked to be the morning trumpet
in the troubled town
or the prophet clown
that would be scorned from all around,
I just wanted to be a mason
like my forefathers before me
to build homes and temples
with honest tools that my heart could handle
to have a family that could worship you
with a love that would never need to lean,
but you demanded that I go to Nineveh
speaking to me like some inflexible father
pushing me with the wind
scolding me with a stubborn sun
chilling me in the nervous night
so I ran,
I ran to the sea so I could be me
found a ship sailing for Italy,
but your wrath found me on the water
tossed the ship to tip
and there I was adrift
worried that this was it,
swallowed by a whale
thinkin that I failed
I prayed to you with passion
pled to be undead,
you, oh Lord, brought me back to the living,
your mercy taught me about the calling,
in my second chance
I received my first glance
of this great gift,
to you, oh Lord, I look for love...
J.A.B.
I began composing this composition on April 24th,
and have completed it, through the grace of Providence
at 2:39 am on May 24th, 2017...30 continuous days,
approximately 120 hours of intellectual labor.
This poem is inspired by, and dedicated to
the great men and women of the Old Testament,
and to the divine genius of Michelangelo Bounarroti
and his masterwork of the Sistine Chapel...Justin A. Bordner
full chromatic color
opening Dorothy’s door
from ceiling to floor —
the rainy season’s generous
a stunning rainbow or two.
captivating, the creature
who skitters about
in and out of crumbling
retaining walls,
running the mulch
like an obstacle course.
dandelions, a treasure
to be plucked and tucked
in my hands. a trivial bouquet
that my mind will savor
...forever.
a wise guy’s eyes,
small that they may be.
the mouthpiece
with missing teeth.
he points out the glittering street
and all the gold he can find.
i kiss the top of his auburn nest.
he’s growing up so fast!
6/9/2020
*Truly this is a compilation of two pairs
of boy’s eyes. The tender young
are so poetic of mind.
I've got the lecture notes ready
I've got the examples
Just blow what I'm telling you to blow
I am responsible for the resurgence of the sales of saxophones
I unlock the doors of my car
By raising my right palm
You saw the crescent
I saw sod all
You need a guitar player
Bass and the whole caboodle
But don't stop there
Get yourself some
Man clarinets
And ear trumpets
In fact
Sack the band and
Just have a sax on stage
And horn away
Nostril reeds and
Ostentatious bellowing
I'll be your mouthpiece
I'll pretend to be from L.A.
Cringetown bottom burp