Short Mouth Poems
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Slander like ivy,
Grows out of my mouth,
Maybe I shouldn't even if it grows anew.
Who am I to judge even if it's true.
It's so cold had soup bold on the town getting around hard hard to walk and talk. It a hard route its SMOKING MOUTH
A hushed cave,
holding secrets deep.
A folded petal,
never to speak.
A locked treasure chest,
where all memories sleep.
he loves to talk
has a smooth walk
he dip and sip
and rap
able to adat
mow his own lawn
some call him a pond
and
BIG MOUTH JOHN
An angel of wood
Facing his summer garden
Of flowers and birds
Which he grew from his own mouth
Without a mind to observe
The big mouth open now foul scents escape
Trashy contents always flow
Please, please take out the trash
on the way to work
the cold i was alert
its not odd
on the way to the jobs
am not joking
as i was poking
my
MOUTH WAS SMOKING
They say real ladies don’t spit
Then what in the salava to do with it
Just hold it in
With a grin
Or learn to swallow another trick
Sacred, a soul’s breath exquisite
The mouth, its vessel, sing
jews harp,
Portal to absence
the go ot a drink
there eyes blink
some stink
some talk
and walk
with a loud voice
its there choice
to be so wise
LOUND MOUTH GUYS
The mouth of deception Devil's verses recites simulating the voice of angels!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 September 2018
As I whisper into the ear of fear
It's encouraged and it's mouth speaks hope
8/30/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
as I walk it I could talk
it was no joke
I just poke
the wind blow
this happen so
asthis story ture told
my
MOUTH SMOKE
AND THE COLD
she walks and talks
about this and that
she is a rat
run likes a cat
but loves to chat
hang out no doubt
in the back allay
oh
BIG MOUTH SALLY
Too hot.
outside.
Fry egg,
sidewalk.
Big hawk,
dry mouth.
Yes rains
coming.
How hot,
too hot.
Fall is,
waiting.
Hooray!!!
I went to call
Hung up
Thought again
Tried once more
My mouth
was dry
It thirst
for water
My lungs
Colapsed
From your
Empty heart
mouth watering egg
taste lies in soft yellow yolk
outer shell allures
Good old Simon’s got quite a name
Face’s fame fits our bright gold frame
Nonetheless, the old dusty mouth
Either’d be wiped or would go south.
His teeth were pretty and white
That they were almost pearly white
After eating, they start to change
To two different colors, that was strange
Moist sensual lips
Open to receive kisses
Undying love projected
Tongue to find the unexpected
Home to many phases of love
Penned 6 September 2013
My girl grew up in a tank
I didn’t
Victoria, you are more constant
than the reliability of air
You hold me tighter
than true love at its best
she love to rap
she is sap
and hard to adapted
she here and there
every where
trying to stop her don't
dare
she IS CONTRAY
the call her
BIG MOUTH MARY
As a follower, I am devout,
But my diet is still going South!
I weigh up the cheese,
A little less, please;
Chop it off; put that bit in my mouth.
In the mouth of desire
your words drip fire,
enticing me to the pyre
of a singular quagmire
where you are the supplier
of this drug called love.
More endless lies and platitudes.
There he goes again flapping his mouth.
I just bite my lip.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025