Tongue Poems - Poems about Tongue

...Since English language my mother tongue, no surprise... etymology encurtains, encompasses, and encapsulates healthy fixation why I can spend countless hours engrossed with printed material cou......Read the rest...

...Infront the street we stood. Dad wanted to take food. The traffic light got red. I looked right and left. ,,stop" ,,I know dad, look the snow drop!" ,,I know you know" ,,Stop showing your to......Read the rest...

...If only the French could speak German, and Germans could greet the English, If only the English could speak Spanish, and the Spanish admire Italian Margherita! only if Russians could try be like ......Read the rest...

...I am frustrated and annoyed by his ticking, or perhaps it should be labeled the 'tocking' By the never-ending tongue wagging clicking in the language better known as 'clocking' Must Gra......Read the rest...

... It started thousands of ages ago, when He had only just begun. His creativetly was beyond all thought, it was just divine. If one looks over the many years, we can see His handy work a......Read the rest...

...Spring is on it's way out, with warmer days on the horizon. Summer is a great time of the year, sleeping in from school ~ hooray. Splashing fun time at the pool or beach, to cookouts of ......Read the rest...

...A day In The life. Tomorrow, I’ll have the perfect day. I’ll wake and keep quiet. I won’t find fault or moan, as soon as my eyes open. I’ll make it to lunch, Thinking before I speak. Listen......Read the rest...

...Is there enough adjectives I can use, to sew these sensitive sensations to you, when my dandelion heart is dense with combustible phrases, and my sunken soul is weeping into the wearines......Read the rest...

...Visceral incantation from onyx velvet lips, moan, groan, to twist my bits as a witch. Salem pyre ancient oak standing the edifice, wrist shackled chains gather round vile cultist. Breast ......Read the rest...

...Carry your heart with me ( I carry it in my heart ) I am never without it Across the seas in the killing fields of France, Bellowing cries, suffering, Man's dying dance, Ceaseless shells rain ......Read the rest...

...The wind blows in any desired style Any day every once in a while, Man's comments to it are just a riffraff pile. The sun will give you some chilli sensation, With no fear for it needs to take ......Read the rest...

...Enchants, “Dors, mon amour,” night of romance. Long ago, he crooned, put hearts in a trance. André Claveau, nearing fifty years old, effulgence of French lips, Eurovision’s gold. Some audienc......Read the rest...

... If only you knew the struggles I have had, many were very sad. My kind and loving dad, knew I was never bad. I should have kept a notepad, about the people that made me mad. If only I......Read the rest...

...Betwixt the vibrant threads of a busy bazaar, A foreigner's gaze seize on a singular star, A boy with one eye, an enigma raid, Their dialogue begins, a journey to trade. "Your salesmanship shin......Read the rest...

...Where were you? ____the days were dark abyssal nights Swallowing my love when his soul was leaching; fading into nothing Where were you? when he lied on his head, stood with his tongue and......Read the rest...