Mouthed Poems - Poems about Mouthed

Foul mouthed he was,foul mouthed he was called, A beast with words,an obsession he wards, South is his tone,without a fear to his baritone, A grave his tongue digs,for him he'll only sink....

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Big open-mouthed rainbow bass with your mouth so distorted. You swallow way more than your share as often reported. Look at your midnight blue eyes, all buggy and contorted. I wonder if your jagged teeth blew out when you snorted?...

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His soul was calloused from being hidden, protected, defended. His voice lacked the listen harder whisper of the preacher’s temptations. He claimed to be just another “foul-mouthed saint” unraveling the mystery of life’s implications. Yet he possessed a charm, a beguiling attitude that invited interest, an aura of “something” you just couldn’t...

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soft shut-mouthed determined unreachable me...

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He was a foul mouthed fellow from Falmouth Who spouted and spewed some sewage - like slime 'Til he met a maiden who made a new man And taught this rodent ridden rummy to rhyme He piddled and puddled and peeled off a poem Then sniffled and snuffled and sensed out a sonnet He metered and teetered and tested a Tanka...

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Loud-Mouthed and Ludicrous On my behalf this poem have been writing Hoping it will be something so exciting That by the time it is finally read You will have forgotten what I just said. Now can no longer remember anything And often it seemed as if I was being Beyond belief and totally astounding And heart very hard has been pounding. Overjoyed yourself were...

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Limerick croisés : Once a loud-mouthed Sergeant-Major Once a loud-mouthed Sergeant-Major Joined Cold Stream Guards to troop colour He kept wondering why He heard not himself cry Until he took bearskin helmet off ear! So he left the Lilywhites Guards To lounge around the ‘Frisco bards Beats made him bleat poems Sans use of micro-phones: What he heard made him rejoin Guards! © T. Wignesan –...

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The sordid words from his foul mouth are enough to make a crow blush. though unknown morphemically despite this fact his vulgar sounds are numerous syntactic f-words. His nouns resound all who have ears his verb usage quite disturbing adjectives objectionable combined they’re quite poetical. Though universally profane he utters these words unashamed in perfect alliteration. And if his diction does fall short he’ll add this as a...

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