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Mouthful Poems - Poems about Mouthful


tight as a mouthful
the smithy was empty and the tree near it had fallen and no one had expected it the sunken sun had made a stand with desperate gaiety swept through sleep to break the night The Autumn children like caged birds counted the crocus stalks and for footfalls of a misbegotten soothsayer ...

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Categories: mouthful, absence,
Form: Free verse
erotimuse mouthful
. i'm pick'n bramble thorns piercing mine limbs ...

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Categories: mouthful, beautiful, simile,
Form: Carpe Diem



A Mouthful of Daggers
Razor sharp tongues unleashed Lashing out viciously to openly legitimise bigotry then suddenly taking offense when queried releasing long concealed weapons the deep desire to "remodel Africans" No intentions of acceptance in sight Spitting out venom faster than a viper To further the colonisation agenda A mouthful of daggers rained down hard on your bare black back Words...

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Categories: mouthful, black love, color, community,
Form: I do not know?
Premium Member Mouthful
megaphone bemoan ignoramus laureate ...

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Categories: mouthful, anti bullying,
Form: Senryu
The Mouthful Morning
I whisper with a force Like a door ajar -- I got as far from you --Silence, The Stone Watching -- And there is no mercy for my tears! How can I have you With the stem -- with force Under the Steal's volcano, in lava -- Emily, in the Fall....

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Categories: mouthful, fantasy, loss,
Form: Ballade



Mouthful
Genius quotations uttered from sleep deprived lips are often lost ‘lest an inspired being types them down into a list of unusual thoughts and perceptions. Unique and individual ideas and ideals dribble out of the mouth numbed from far too much vinegar on the chips from the convenience store down the road. Laughter echoes off the walls as the sober person...

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Categories: mouthful, friendship, on writing and
Form: Free verse
Mouthful of You
2-Pac kissed me tonight, just before I swallowed my thoughts, I think he could taste them, bits of anger and self pity, sharp and unforgiving, my saliva, his blood, with an emotion too strong, from my dripping red lips, to a once warm puddle, I doubt I'll see him again....

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Categories: mouthful, confusion, death, love,
Form: Free verse

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