Oral Poems - Poems about Oral

I'm frozen here And shall remain While anaesthetic Eases pain My lips are fat My tongue just lies No words untrue While spittle flies A mouth aghast While tools engage And rubber fingers Squeak outrage Construction Of the oral kind So mastication Is refined...Read the rest...

A French walked into Nigeria with it, Straight to Rose flower Hotel you can’t quit; The Man’s Partner: Her Cleanest prostitute At negotiating prices The Astute And because he was dying for it ‘shrewd,’ Over her cruel price did...Read the rest...

Bathsheba has wandering eyes For brownies, cake, and apple pies Her appetite Is dynamite The Harem call her, "Thunder Thighs"...Read the rest...

before script stories before their histories told in rhyme and verse so early humans can remember as they wander gathering plants they eat stories seek inspiration of land of flora and fauna of the song in the wind they’ve come to know of mating before love lives metered shaping realities of tribal minds...Read the rest...

You are a flower for thirsty lips, your dew drowns. Flesh parts, opened by the caress of teasing clouds. This oral poetry smears words into silence. Breathe through this muted opening, lift the hunger of your hips. Meet me in the dark red...Read the rest...

Words going around and around, Like in a washing machine, Only there in my head, I pluck one out and put it aside, There's more going around again, Through the dark tunnel the words continue to spread, The poem is almost...Read the rest...

We’re mostly big and contorted From snacks and diets distorted If you are still thin You no longer fit in Small portions our culture's aborted Author's note: Just got back from the continent. People are still much leaner...Read the rest...

Oral Presentation of a Poem Introduction This poem to me God Himself imparted Even if you happen to be heavy hearted Should always stick around for a while God will greet you with a great big smile. Poem Itself Have heard that...Read the rest...

A law is oral, when it's on moral. Volodymyr Knyr 2014...Read the rest...

To speak my words you need your ear e'en ...Read the rest...

speech and debate team members competed every week new schools, new judges, input sought national finals at Niagara University eleven hundred contestants vying for trophies worth their weight in gold mix up the meter, don't stress the rhyme select a "poem"...Read the rest...

A tradition rooted in the pain of African chains, On the auction block, where slaves experienced the insane. Separated...the strong from the weak...the young from the old, So that by "The Dozen" these cheap laborers could be sold. Amongst...Read the rest...

Separate Fate scratching Chance so that it may be secure. Offerings Pile up, Circumstances of Dismantled monotony and softly licking dance. Undiminished cheekbones flushed with Hope, Slide up and Down, Autoerotic, Hanging me, with vivid--tight nerves, Chaining throat...Read the rest...