Molars Poems | Examples

Improvised Altars

I cracked the olive pit
between my molars—
bitter pod,
black shrine.

The sea came through my teeth,
settled brine, at the root.

They said do not name the god,
so I lit her symbol
with hyssop oil and lemon peel,
dragged it across my tongue
like a net.

The temple was inside me,
sealed in salt.
Each time I wept,
I baptized
what I could not forgive.

Creation Story, From the Tongue Outward

In the beginning, there was salt. 

It hung in the air like unfinished scripture,
gathered in the throat of the sea,
waited for a mouth dumb enough
to mistake thirst for an invitation.

Then butter,
smeared on the void like gossip,
greased the dark’s knuckles 
like an understudy,
taught the abyss to melt.

The first sound was not speech—
it was a swallow,
a hush,
a crack of cartilage between molars.
We spoke in reductions.
Grammar dripped from the bones.

On the second day, teeth—
tiny altars lined with nerve—
ground memory into ashable pulp.
Pomegranates burst like promises.
Figs cloaked their apples in lace.

By the third, we named what softened.
We named what burned.
Built ziggurats from rind to rind.
Wrote psalms in onion skin.

The fourth hung hunger in the firmament—
a constellation shaped like mouths
mid-ask.

On the fifth, we forgot the recipe
and mourned it like a god.

By the sixth, we’d tongued every fruit
that offered a rumor of sugar.
We learned:
the mouth is a beast with no leash
and excellent taste.

And on the seventh, we lay full and feral,
belly to sky, 
licking 
the holy oil from our fingers.

Nothings On

Buck off a twenty; should twenty
buckshots mean nineteen too many?
Extinguished abruptly,
with Godspeed so mighty,
effortlessly shattered,
sending molars afar.
So far they say a
shard was found in
the neighbor's yard.

Found someone at the bar.
Didn't want to get in the car.
Pray tell, that didn't get far.
I arrive at the walkway;
I push past a pause, just
I can't stand until
standing right side up,
I saw this rerun show.
Chest cavity. Ghost town captivity
to gesture from behind,
telling, "They were scared."
Startled, so too are we.
Starting up again, approached
closer with a tender voice.

Damn! Blasted fantasy poaching,
encroaching as the situation
abused the determination. In
determination abused, saw
and became amused.
Morals annihilate as
fury eradicates saving grace.
Roof off mouth demonstrates a
desperate need to escape.
Erupting out, fountain snatch;
flung, streamers are strung
about—it's raining.

However, it had ended
before
any ringing got started.

Destroy the annoyance so
they
can bury a face,
not only a body.

At least...

Deciduous Teeth

A tiny, glowing, wing-ed creature flies
to homes around the world in every land
compelled to take each tooth we lose and then, 
to sneak a coin to sleepers whilst they sigh
as wispy whistles whoosh from holes inside
and taking the milk teeth we lose as planned
when growing up from baby boy to man. 
What does a tiny tooth for fairies buy?
Perhaps a car or wand or just some bread?
Ten molars for to rent a fairy flat?
I do believe in fairies, Come on, clap!
And some say that they eat the teeth instead!
Do they get more if they battle the cat?
Who takes their teeth when they grin with a gap?

Teeth

Ill comply, ill apologise, im ing tired
I’ll hold your hand in mine, resigned, fingertips when i dont exist
Palm to palm on a good day, a lovers loss, no pilgrims kiss
A tragic play, no exit left.

Hospital selfies, WhatsApp messages
Secrets, silences, financial deposits, zero context
Feet in my mouth on designated public paths
My teeth, picket fences that need knocking down
Tonsils overbearing fools that cannot read the room
That weren’t invited anyhow.

Seven molars, roots like weeds
Curiosities
Photos of roadkill on disposable film
A mausoleum of moths and cuckoo bees
My rotten teeth in matchboxes my dad always set aside for me
A small kid, with a big mouth
Already half empty

Childish bubbles, slaughtered
Born from soap and water
Joy, a moment, nothing after
A blade of grass
A concrete corner
The banality where small things falter

Consumption

Unhinge your jaw, snake, what’s a little more?
You’re eating worlds faster than they make them
And nothing fills you better than a tale of love and war.

You’re ravenous, really, making feasts out of beasts.
You’re every monster’s monster and your hunger never dies
As your shadow stretches over bones you’ve bleached.

Jormungand’s ribs poke like toothpicks in your teeth,
Tying twine ‘round your molars ‘til gaps and the string
Melt to baleen and bone, fangs unused and unseen.

You sift through the dead and your previous meals
Searching for something to take off the edge
Of the wound in your skull that never quite heals.

Come on, snake, devour, it’s all you can do—
You cannibalize the length of your life
When you’ve run out of ways to avoid the truth.

You see thousands of times but won’t open your eyes
‘Cause real life constricts but in mirrors you’re free,
And your hunger hurts no one when you’re eating lies.

Third-person you swallow your tail without help.
The snake, ouroboros, that endless decay;
You’ve consumed every lie and are left with yourself
And you realize too late you ate your whole life away.

Bradly Spills His Beads

He had a sneaky tongue,
it bent around his molars
like a serpentine noodle.
His Adams apple
was an ever-shifting abacus
that calculated words
as if they were untethered beads.
Mathematics were his
clinical persuasion,
a laudable science
he hammered
into a sterile
impregnable language
for bespectacled cyborgs,
for he (the Bradly),
daily taught snotty tykes
who ponged of sticky,
childish proclivities.
Some teach, some
kill the ozone of eager minds.
We kids and Mr. Bradly
were never meant
for each other,
but he did instruct us
in the oily arts of
disinterest,
indifference,
and inattention.

Reason For Existence

positively
I got a problem with my molars
favorite sweets
can't eat
Oh, right
I have front teeth
I hated it
so much.

Self Portrait As Part of a Grateful Universe

When I sleep, the atmospheric weight
pushes on my jaw, creaking
like overambition– I am pried open

Moonlight focused into silver cords
light the runway of my tongue

Spiders march through pearly gates,
little legs stepping over cracked molars

They nestle in the branches of my marrow
and tie taut webs around my heart

Silken string in twenty-four hands
push-pull     right-left     back-forth

My heart pumps grateful blood
and my jaw snaps shut with the dawn

Saint Michaels War Prayer

The sound of heavy jaws munching -
an angelic weeping,
the crack of delicate wing bones.

Earlier, a listless sky trailed shreds of fear
the goodly being dragged into red cave-mouths.

"My angelica are grounded tonight," he thought.
The mechanical grinding of molars continued.
My seraphim and cherubim, all the innocence
Of long forgiven souls are in peril.

A guttural cackling rises from backyards,
from asphalt parks, and vacant lots.
The gloriously burnished, armored archangel
stands among the trash cans, great sword
held brightly aloft.

"When dawn comes creeping
this insane demonic laughter will cease,
the downed souls will rise again,
minus a few fine bones.

The tears of the half-chewed will burn
all those that prey upon them.
The demented evil doers will suffer the hell
of the dawn’s gastric flux; let them choke upon
the toxicity of our holiness."

Saint Michaels War Prayer

The sound of heavy jaws munching -
an angelic weeping,
the crack of delicate wing bones.

Earlier, a listless sky trailed shreds of fear
the goodly being dragged into red cave-mouths.

"My angelica are grounded tonight," he thought.
The mechanical grinding of molars continued.
My seraphim and cherubim, all the innocence
Of long forgiven souls are in peril.

A guttural cackling rises from backyards,
from asphalt parks, and vacant lots.
The gloriously burnished, armored archangel
stands among the trash cans, great sword
held brightly aloft.

"When dawn comes creeping
this insane demonic laughter will cease,
the downed souls will rise again,
minus a few fine bones.

The tears of the half-chewed will burn
all those that prey upon them.
The demented evil doers will suffer the hell
of the dawn’s gastric flux; let them choke upon
the toxicity of our holiness."

Bequeath of Teeth

Not to question the Almighty
Though when planning out our life He
Might have done a better job 
In the designing of the gob

For in the matter of our teeth
Far from a permanent bequeath
They’re like friends for aye of sorrow
Here today and gone tomorrow

I suggest a bold revisor
For the molars and incisors
Chance in later evolution 
A less transient solution

Consider hair; it keeps on growing
In a breeze we feel it blowing
Head, and chin, and neath the nose
Waving free or tied in bows

As predictable as dawning 
It gets longer every morning
So on schedule or a whim
We go and get ourselves a trim

What if our teeth would thus renew
In covenant that’s firm and true
Then after every loss of bite
We’d grow a fresh and pearly white

The mission then of dentistry
Not: fight growth of entropy!
But with the novel fresh mandate
To tend our crops and cultivate

With grin physicians then we’d be
Relaxed within their company
Not as a blessing to endure
But for their oral haute couture

Scarry Ghosts

Anyone afraid of ghosts out there
I'd even bet my bottom molars there are
The creaking floors while you're half asleep
The ghostly visions in the corner of the room
Just after turning off the light
Your skin crawls with a sudden chill
 Ghosts are not real everybody knows that
 Or are they...

Munch

 molars 
m a s t i c a t e 
meals 

written 15/07/21
1st placement
3 words all starting with M noun verb noun
Joseph May sponsored
in just a few words (2) contest

Plus:Minus Left:Right Up:Down

perceiving both sides
at once is as
of an equality
within...

an eclipse-moons light that appears dark and
hence light and dark seem as knotted
mind concepts
within...

perception limits just as left reflects as right
light humour may appear as darker being that an
equality of opposites is as an infinity mobius strip concept
within...

any single mind at any one moment in time to munch input/output
as with having the minds mirrored molars on both sides of an issue at once
and the perceiver pondering a neutrality as readers might perceive some bias
within...

an equality of opposites that a neutrality sums as a zero



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