Short By Mouth Poems
Short By Mouth Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about By Mouth by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about By Mouth by length and keyword.
Love is a recipe and will always be a recipe.
We are each other’s medicines, each other’s cure, best taken (and given) by mouth.
My Thoughts
By: Tom Wright
6-8-2019
Haiku
Transmitted by mouth,
Thoughts are mental fingerprints,
Heart indigenous.
words of woes warring on the platter of mire
painted on my colour by mouth that burns with unjust fire
injustice, neocolonialism and inequality soaked in lies
D
I
S
E
A
S
E
that's the spelling of disease,
harmful and painfully killing me.
How in the world will I combat thee?
Take one tablet by mouth 4 days a week.
It's white as snow,
shaped like a corn,
and sharp every time.
It's hard as a bone,
shaped like a hole,
and sometimes decay.
It's protected by mouth,
saliva and the tongue,
up and down.
Bundles of lies come to being on first of April
To fool the World by mouth of words or writings
In March they commence packing lies to market
But not in this April
As a truth surfed in air in silence
Taking over the lies of violence!
My doctor once told me something
That had me visibly shaken
He said, "This is your medicine,"
"Which must be annually taken"
I said, "Doc, hold on a minute,"
"And understand my point of view"
"I'd like some I can take by mouth,"
"If it's all, just the same to you!"
I
A week before one can eat again
No great illness
Listen to the wisdom of the body
No food remains
Expelled by mouth or tummy
Ask for intervention
Then wait
In faith
II
Those who wait and pray without hate
Will mount up on wings of eagles
They shall run without fatigue
And nobfear of human or spirits
Shall have any Dominion
Which belongs to the Lord
( Read Isaiah, psalms, Matthew. Psalm 37:7)
I'll never be normal, or a hot trophy wife
I'd rather die lonely than trade in my life
No stranger of lust but a virgin of love
It seems there is none who accepts me enough
Written by hand but never by mouth
Before being buried I'll dig my way out
I guess I'm too weird, but I'll never change
I can't find a soulmate who loves that I'm strange
Cupid's a leper, my heart, a taboo
I guess I'm not wired to love like you do
He wears the world like a loose garment,
nothing can bring him down,
they all think he's a jester
but the jokes not on this clown.
They've condemned and tried to hang him
but they could not bleed him dry,
for he said I have a talent,
a talent you cannot, deny.
You see, your bars are just an illusion,
the eagle in my mind soars south,
the words in my head are too good for you,
note, to the sheriff, nil by mouth.
As I inhale
the pink swirl of
cotton candy on my breath.
Although I haven't been near it
in years.
Where does it come from?
Is it the world of
sexual confection that
spins around, sticky sweet
like spun sugar
holding fast until
the melting point?
I should taste the
bitterness of cigarettes,
grapes of cheap wine
or the breath of beer.
Although this morning after
the sugar rush whirls
in by mouth
like a searching kiss...