Tongue Poems - Poems about Tongue

As a kid I wouldn’t of thought that this is how it was, For every feeling of giving up, For every kick of the drum; My heart would call my bluff. As as a kid all I wanted was a feeling I could grow up, Living how I want, I wonder if that’s really enough...

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In the beginning, there was salt. It hung in the air like unfinished scripture, gathered in the throat of the sea, waited for a mouth dumb enough to mistake thirst for an invitation. Then butter, smeared on the void like gossip, greased the dark’s knuckles like an understudy, taught the abyss to melt. The first sound was not speech— it was a swallow, a hush, a...

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Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself." ~...

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Her skin, a velvet sin, a scripture I recite with the tip of my tongue, melts like dark chocolate, bitter and sweet on my hungry lips, pouring confessions in breathless whispers, a dance of endless desire. I pull her closer, white-knuckled on silk sheets, intoxicated by the ecstasy between her thighs, a paradise lost and found, a pleasure so intense...

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A word, a traitor, escaped the fortress of my teeth, a rogue syllable, a rebel sound. It danced, a clumsy jester, in the silence that followed, a ripple in the still pond of conversation. The air thickened, a tapestry woven with unspoken meanings, the threads of intent tangled and frayed. Was it a Freudian fall, a hidden desire, a truth too heavy for the heart...

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old gold chocolate egg unwrapped from foil melts in mouth provokes pure bliss...

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All these dark and secret places only I have known and explored. The hidden other-world of lips and teeth and tongue. Mine alone for these many years. The tastes, both bitter and sweet. The feel of my mouth, the sensitive swollen softness of my bottom lip between a gentle bite. I scrape it along my...

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In this woke world I’d soon be hung If I had had your spiteful tongue How ironic that its wagging Only stopped when you were gagging And as I tried to grab the shard Of chicken bone that was stuck hard I grappled with what I could grip And when you flinched… I heard a rip You spasmed like you’d just been stung And...

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Let the words of my mouth uplift May they be spiritually endowed A gift From the one true God and Savior Mending broken blue hearts Creator May your soul rest in perfect peace May you find refuge as we speak Guided by Christ our life He leads May perfect love be enveloping May you find answers to questions And insights in...

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"Words woven, threads of thought In English, our stories are brought A language born of earth and sea A tapestry rich, for you and me From Shakespeare's quill to modern keys English evolves, in endless breeze A global tongue, that's strong and free Connecting hearts, across humanity With roots in Latin, Greek, and more English blooms, a linguistic score A language of dreams, of hopes,...

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Originally published in Affairs of the Heart, Vol. 2 August 2017 If and when you pass through this world, Make it mighty slow. If you pay attention to everything People say as you go, You will always be tired, And kept in a stew, Because a negative tongue Will always have something to do. ...

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I still didn't get my share from life, I will not stop fighting until I die. I will write lot of poem looks like, Who read remember name of my. If my ancestors spirit support to me, From every my poem smell of Kazakh left. If there is a generation, That truly love nation, He will take that letter to the future...

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I burned my tongue on caramel coffee Though it could be from lies of omission Doesn’t stop mocha me from talking Or my emerald eyes from violet vision He loves me sweet he loves me hot Lilac lips like lava lilies lemon lures Freeing fluorescent fear thinking not Hopeful heart seeks red love as cure We make peculiar purple...

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..then you might say “and so, What is the point to keep Past winters melted snow Inside your very deep?” And I would say “I’m not A warden of my mind It was a casual thought - I really hadn’t tried To make some sense of it You’re free to use it then With wine some snow will fit So take it if you...

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When rage grips over me Blood spouts to my head Veins throb and pulsate with anger My body trembles with fury I am a stranger to myself The demons take over me My taipan tongue spits venom That very few can tolerate ...

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