Tonsils Poems | Examples

The Tree of Life

A warm apple night,
moonlit tunes sprinkle around us
like snowflakes in July.
I collect them with open pulms:
silly dances, smiling eyes,
tightened arms when time felt too fast—

in the fabric of cider air.

The city wore coal dust, but
he smelt of cut grass and 
noon lake so serene—

I dreamt of bluebirds from the west
eager for new water.
Green leaves as tonsils, for our
eternal midsummer.

AI! RING!

AI! RING!


a horror Anthology
  high! I'm sci-fi!

  between technology 
  and nigh.

  sound Rare alarms!
  jealousies' charms!
  
on your favorite lip-stick
pressing In thick
  
those Non-essential tonsils
   are such Ghastly inessentials!

Painting

Take a year to finish a painting. 
He finished building that swing. 
Dismiss your own fear.
Is that a werewolf he can hear?

Take a year to paint a portrait. 
He wonders if he captured every trait. 
Lime green hair, and orange tonsils. 
Swirling paint around in this cup full. 

Paint a landscape as well. 
But then his wrist might start to swell. 
Did a spider bite his arm?
Or maybe it’s his obsession causing him harm. 

I took a painting out of my garage one summer. 
It was covered in werewolf fur. 
A landscape that doesn’t exist. 
Which my grandfather couldn’t resist…

I gave that painting a new frame. 
It was both haunting and tame. 
Opening that old frame, something fell. 
A portrait of a mysterious person made me yell. 

I remember that person from my dreams. 
As impossible as it seems…
I guess my grandfather knew of mysterious people. 
And that landscape is starting to look more real.

I took the old swing down that summer. 
Then I had a dream which haunts me forever. 
If that werwolf could manage to look me in the eye…
There’s nothing left but a swing to untie.

Do People Still get Born with Tonsils

Do people still get born with tonsils
Or have we evolved past that stage?
Why were they there anyway?
Maybe for when we were mere-creatures
Mermaids and mermen
Swimming in Atlantis

A Threesome in Sioux Falls South Dakota Josh Moore

Whisper is jealous of Josh's black leather boots and Katie's fur lined boots, so they have a threesome to make up for it. They frolic in the moonlight, playing the oboe, xylophone, and vacuum, drooling and spanking each other. Then, the platypus, jackal, and whale join in, hammering out a rhythm on the pajamas, racing the tortoise, and jumping the rabbit's tail. Suddenly, the clocks, magazines, and movies come alive, streaming dirty gray hounds, tungsten spigots, mothers' spleens, kidneys, and tonsils, and cannabis shouting at the moon. The saxophones vomit sand and the pianos strike Jacks, while clouds batter receipts and panty liners. Finally, the cantaloupe refrigerator seals the deal, and the night is filled with laughter.

The Year I Got My Tonsils Out

I was just 12 years old
having had many a sore throat
so the Doc said tonsils out
to hospital I go, had no vote

This happened on pre-Christmas week
going into hospital on the Tuesday
had the surgery done two days later
When I was sent to sleep without delay

I then recovered back in the ward
with a real treat of ice cream
which softly soothed down my throat
what a relief flowed like a stream

Then the Dr. said all to go home
on Christmas eve, all except me
for in my throat I had a blood clot
so on the next day I would be free

Christmas day 1966 I got home
mum and dad came to collect
got all my presents when I got home
so this hospital visit I would not forget

Teeth

Ill comply, ill apologise, im ing tired
I’ll hold your hand in mine, resigned, fingertips when i dont exist
Palm to palm on a good day, a lovers loss, no pilgrims kiss
A tragic play, no exit left.

Hospital selfies, WhatsApp messages
Secrets, silences, financial deposits, zero context
Feet in my mouth on designated public paths
My teeth, picket fences that need knocking down
Tonsils overbearing fools that cannot read the room
That weren’t invited anyhow.

Seven molars, roots like weeds
Curiosities
Photos of roadkill on disposable film
A mausoleum of moths and cuckoo bees
My rotten teeth in matchboxes my dad always set aside for me
A small kid, with a big mouth
Already half empty

Childish bubbles, slaughtered
Born from soap and water
Joy, a moment, nothing after
A blade of grass
A concrete corner
The banality where small things falter

The Lost Baby Doll Ld

(this is a true story, mine ) 

When I was just a tot, my tonsils got infected all the time  
so my parents took me to the hospital right on time 
All I could remember was a majestic doll with a pretty face  
and eyes that opened and closed, with a hat of pretty lace 

As he scooped me in his arms he gave me this doll 
so I carried it with me everywhere I went, she was tall  
but one day I fell asleep on the sidewalk, cause for alarm 
still the doll was tucked safely under the crook of my arm 

When I awoke the doll was gone, for years I did pine  
and I wept bitterly for that doll that once was mine 
a few years later as I grew grew up one day,  
I found it sitting on the curb waiting for garbage day 

It was all beaten up dirty, with missing limbs  
and suddenly my memory dims 
Was this the same doll dad gave me ? 
I had to be !  It had to be ! 

Although the years did pass, my memory is like a feather      
light and airy, like my dolly and I never could, forget her.

Leo

Intent intense through tonsils growls the beast
Nature the make up of the jungle wild
Hang not your head below the moon lit hour
For he that feast is kingdom of his throne
To meet him is to say death is my choice 
And only morbid echoes afterward
Muscular body, short with rounded head
With hairy tuft astride the end of tail
The stars align at night to say his name
Yet in the light, how beautiful his mane
Do not assume the lion sleeps tonight 
For victim is the prey with vision keen
We shall not say the beast hence say the best
For none compare to that which is the king

My Laugh

some people titter
some giggle
some snicker

not me

with me you get the full out donkey bray
The milk flying out of my nose
my tonsils showing

My Tonsils

I had my tonsils taken out
When I was in first grade.
My younger brother did as well
And we were both afraid.

We didn’t really get it but 
We somehow understood
That wearing P.J.’s in the car
Would lead to nothing good.

While driving to the doctor’s
There was time for me to think
And come up with a plan. (Such acts
Are field days for a shrink.)

The oldest child had privileges
So if worse came to worst,
I got my mom to promise that
My brother would go first.

The deal was made, so I relaxed
Until the doc was prepped,
The ether waiting for my bro,
If promises were kept.

But herein comes the clincher – 
I was dragged in first and cried,
Not only for the surgery – 
My mom had flat-out lied!

A Snowman Named Chum

TUBULAR AND JOLLY HE SAT IN THE SNOW
HIS EYES MADE OF BLACK BUTTONS AND GLOW
ENERGETICALLY MADE, BY THE HANDS OF A CHILD

"What a wonderful morning to build me a chum "
said the child as he picked, packed and put with his might
He poked in a carrot then packed it real tight  
but spoke not a word as he stood there, chalk white
He showed him two tonsils, one tongue and some teeth
all he got was a grin and a stare, " call me Pete "
Crunch, crunch went the boots, they were all in cahoot
if you hear me Chum please give a hoot !
It was an owl by far who heeded his call
white as pure snow but not quite so tall;

Rollaway days made for children at play
It was Christmas and oh, it had to be done  
inclining an ear he said, ''be a good chum ''
as he turned up a grin, he sang with a hum.

December 13, 2020 
Sponsor: Emile Pinet 
Contest Name: Winter

Morning Ect,

Morning glory this early I find has lost but found me speechless  
I'm aware I have a mouth although I can't seem to speak 
my blood is warm but I can't feel a pulse in my veins 
I happen to catch the sunrise out my window to find out it happens to take my breath away 
I try to look away but can't 
I had to try even harder to look away and in that instant, the thought of the sun rising I had to take a look to  justify the horizon of this morning glory tis early but most certainly I still got nightmares in my eyes from last nights somber
my tonsils are getting tighter and tighter and now my throat is itchy
I'm catching my breath smoothly you enter the room 
I happen to catch the next beautiful sight of this day
I may as well speak my mind and tell you that you are quite lovely as you take the words out of my mouth and lastly your presence alone motivates me enough for today

Anyone For Tennis

My nephew whose first name is Dennis 
With ladies he loves to play tennis
But he is so fickle
Their tonsils he’ll tickle
Young Dennis is a truly a menace!

6/27/19

Tonsils With An Adenoid

Tonsils With An Adenoid

Took out my tonsils and adenoid,
Then did remove my hemorrhoid;
Received an itch,
From each stitch;
My life more comfortably enjoyed.

Jim Horn

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