Short Tip Of My Tongue Poems
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she was an obvious danger dancing on the tip of my tongue, her name melted like a sugar cube, a slow, deliberate sweet descent into madness.
A girl on the tip of my tongue
Wants to swing while she is still young
She went on Facebook
The lads had a look
And now its her phone that's well hung
Do you know who invented the crossword?
I can't remember his name for the life of me
It’s on the tip of my tongue just out of reach
It’s W something N something E
::Nothing::
~ on the tip of my tongue ~
\but lodged in my throat/
|can't spit it out|
¥only hack it up¥
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I think I know.
Oh, wait I don't.
Its at the tip of my tongue.
Great, now its not.
God I hate myself.
I hate my own encrypted thoughts.
If only I remembered the key.
Form:
only i will know the taste
of the stars & scars
as they nest
in your eyes
while the tip of my tongue
& lines of my palm
trace on your skin
poems even i
do not
hear
Briane
how long
before
my heart realizes
you have gone
my mind seems in sad collusion
but you have gone
i wait with a question
on the tip of my tongue
nothing echoes down the hall.
What is that word?
Give me a moment-
It's right on the tip of my tongue.
I can see it-
It starts with the letter T.
The reason for the uncertainty
Is the space between my ears.
A feeling of stupidity.
Spontaneously gone with the wind.
The bullet is on the tip of my tongue
Your heart is underneath the barrel of the gun
I’ll blow your HEART to pieces
With this:
A lethal word; a deathly weapon
I’ll watch you bleed to nothing
Shrivel, shiver with this:
An assassinating label; DEHUMANIZATION
Mmmm! Melt in my mouth
you flaky apple pie.
You're making me drool,
you're making me cry.
Just a taste
on the tip of my tongue.
Hurry up now,
while i'm still young.
I can smell your aroma
From miles away,
Please give me slice
Or here I will stay.
it's out of my reach
it slipped through my fingers
it's on the tip of my tongue
it's buried under my thoughts
just out of sight
was it purpose, light?
I can't remember
maybe if i lay in bed
through another afternoon
it'll find its way back
Our lips barely touch.
I breath in the taste of you.
You linger on the tip of my tongue.
Softly brush the edges of my sentiment.
Near enough to touch yet out of my grasp.
Off limits. Forbidden. Not allowed.
Futile sweet captivation.
I am utterly without cure.
forgot to ask for honey
what's a chicken nugget to do?
maybe marshmallow creme
A-1 or ranch dressing
caramel or chocolate drizzle
leftover guacamole
cheese queso beats plain ketchup
just off the top of my head
on the tip of my tongue
August 1, 2020
Strand - Informel
Truth is hung on the tip of my tongue;
It speaks the fear that I may die young
Before I know the depth of my Soul-
And all poems I've yet begun!
What will we find on the Other Side:
A place of Love or land of Lies;
A Realm of tears in Sorrow cries;
Or a World of Woe in heavy sighs?
Satiated by you, your love, your love making, I sigh with contentment…no longer hungry…My mouth still savoring the flavors of love….I run the tip of my tongue over your lips to catch the last remnants of my dessert…..Satiated I am, my love. Satiated to my inner core…Satiated by feasting on you!
With an ebony plunge in the sea tonight
With the sky in a rage and fit to be tied
emerging opacity sleeps in my eyes-
clouds to be burned at the seams
WIth a storm iron grey on the tip of my tongue
With wings, liquid wings as I take the plunge
emerging with silver flips licking my mouth-
on a night of insatiable hunger.
The sight,your heart ignites.Nervous,tense.Body aches,hand shakes.Would do anything for
lips to touch.Heart beats fast,make it last.Need you ,keep you,treat you well.Like a genie
that cast a spell.Taste of sugar,on the tip of my tongue.On your every word I am
hung.Spirit to spirit,soul to soul.In this life,your love is all I know.
My head on your chest
My ear to your heart
And it's all so right
I'm alright tonight
I've had this question
On the tip of my tongue
For such a long time
A burning question
Wearing grooves in my mind
But you are my answer
I've found my vindication
Your heart beat silences my query
So I close my eyes, weary
And I listen
Tonight I stop talking
And I listen
Form:
Im bold but im not that old,
Im young but i havent got stung.
But in his arms i feel as though i have been strung,
I can the words at the tip of my tongue.
Falling out,Filling the air all about,
Even though my head is filled with all this doubt.
Might aswell take a chance,
And savor this last dance.
Im bold and still not that old,
Still young,
Now i have been stung.
Since I've met you
We became friends
Someone I could turn to
One who I will always trust
But, I have a secret
I've been holding inside
Its on the tip of my tongue
I'm bursting to tell
I hope you haven't noticed
Or seen it in my eyes
My heart suffers in silence
I have to take this chance
For on this special day
Let me have the courage to say
I'm In Love With You
Happy Valentine's Day
I don’t understand what’s so hard
I try constantly to answer but I can’t let down my guard
Words at the tip of my tongue unable to flow freely
I want him to know how I feel
And I want him to know me
His constant effort to build our relationship and I deconstruct
I can’t even be truthful with men I have no luck
I guess it’s a cue to get to know me
Before I go out my way and try to make someone love me
Form:
The hurt of something special
is everything it's not
Tonight becomes tomorrow,
Dreams of yesterday go rot;
If u wanna hold the future,
Future hold my hand;
Words are everywhere
Sittin in the air,
On the tip of my tongue,
I’ve Just begun
Comin from there
Could be anywhere
Wish you'd stop
But continue on,
Want it to end
But in the end it will remain
All the same,
Future hold my hand.
Teasing and taunting
“Release all those hidden rhymes.”
Words played in my mind
beckoning those late night thoughts;
My pen had something to say;
A knife at my throat
words lay kisses on my neck
whispering “Let go;
Set free what is trapped inside;
Write or your words die”
High on ideas
teasing the tip of my tongue;
Held down and restrained
bound by an obsessive hand;
My pen had something to say.
On a sleepless night you spoke
To me, and I wasn’t wearing your topaz ring
Anymore, anymore.
It was on the tip of my tongue; I loved
You once but
No more, no more.
Eyes like ocean mists and chestnut locks,
Almost a decade since I’ve touched your
Ivory skin so say cruel clocks.
Tears tasting like salt in a sea of regret
Splashing against a distant shore.
Once you stood there waiting but
No more, no more.
It rolled off the tip of my tongue
clear and easy
sounds good to say
I used it in conversation
to hear what people would say
it's something cool and groove
something you say on a tuesday
for a date on friday
or a magical Saturday night
I exaggerate the sound
carried out to ah soothing slur
what do you prefer
Don't it sound groovy
supper or ah movie
how about some dancing
the nights right for romancing
let go out on the town