Tongue Poems - Poems about Tongue

...“over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar…” —Samual Taylor Coleridge Thallosophile, my lass, listen to me. Emergent, I do wade in your blue depths, where subfluvial ......Read the rest...

..."over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar" ... Samual Taylor Coleridge Over the waters blue I love to sail, many times I get to see a big whale. Some nights t......Read the rest...

... Growing up, I was the runt of the litter. My siblings called me Cute, because I was the youngest one. It was very hard growing up as a little mouse, gray with tiny white spots. I saw ......Read the rest...

... A vacation was needed, off on a cruise we were treated. Great cabin, food, parties and shows, now in a chair with a book about a rose. The seas got really rough, off the desk went our ......Read the rest...

...As a young boy my dreams and voice were shattered, I was beaten with words like raging stones thrown in anger, Threatened with violence until my life no longer mattered, Spoken word became less as......Read the rest...

...Que hablo Diablo? I missed that metaphor; All the smoke and mirrors, crazy like Dead Man’s Curve; Head on crash, it figures; Que hablo Diablo? Your tongue sounds so foreign; It’s way too sed......Read the rest...

...I am unravel myself constantly to be everything for everyone. Neglecting who I care about and betrayed by those which were once in their place. I stretch myself to heights I cannot fathom to reac......Read the rest...

... Sand only looked to alight, find some alone-time in the muck no fuss was meant, it is only a space as big as a grain taken, escaping its identical brethren of billions on the sea floor. Oyst......Read the rest...

...REQUIEM FOR A MOTHERLESS CHILD Hallelujah….. Hallelujah…..Hallelujah Leaning on the somewhat-padded kneelers is a family lined horizontal to the father. This is as close as they’ve b......Read the rest...

... I was born a poet not manufactured. It started with a heart feeling fractured. Childhood trauma led to built up suppression, but the soul yearned for creative expression. For years my poems hid......Read the rest...

... Wreath laid on his tomb My voice cracks as tears stream down Can I explain this to my son ~ My tongue has almost drowned ......Read the rest...

...This piece, dear readers, is to commemorate yet another milestone in my life...my ##th birthday... Have you ever made a lantern out of fireflies, Or skipped a smooth flat stone across a pond? Ha......Read the rest...

... Quote By Poet: "I like to bring my imagination out in writing so you can bring your imagination out in reading." Books call my name, the bookstores are not to blame. Writing books and ......Read the rest...

...Eyes of fire and steel A heart full The rhythm going numb A boy cries a year younger Beside me And a year younger Than I was - Except me, It is cruel for any body To feel the longing ......Read the rest...

... Written: May 23, 2024, For Charlotte Puddifoot Contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Always hear hollering hellhounds, yet nothing close, nobody home, Para......Read the rest...