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Valentin Eni Nov 18
These words
should scream out loud!
They should howl in pain
and weep with tears.

These words should run,
jump,
bend in half,
spit blood,
grind their teeth
and curse!

These words would kick,
grab throats,
bite,
scratch,
pull hair,
and gouge out eyes.

These words would want to curse
and hate.
These words could die
of venom,
only to rise again
and die once more.

These words would go mad...

...if only they could spring to life!
The poem explores words' raw, unbridled potential—what they could achieve if only they had life. It conveys the speaker's frustration and yearning, who sees words as vehicles of emotion and action bound by their inanimate nature.

The theme revolves around expression, emotional intensity, and limitation, portraying words as powerful and helpless.

Each stanza escalates the emotional weight, starting with screaming and weeping, progressing to physical violence, and culminating in madness and resurrection. This crescendo mirrors the speaker’s rising desperation and frustration.

The closing line, "...if only they could spring to life!" is both a ****** and a resolution. It starkly contrasts with the vivid, animated imagery preceding it, emphasizing the static nature of words. Highlights the ultimate limitation of language: no matter how powerful or evocative, it remains inert without human action.
Verlecia F Oct 25
Where My teeth-is (lyric-kids- crossover )
Hootie hoo

Where you be
could you be hiding
up under my feet

Hootie hoo
Hootie hoo

look-e look-e
are you, playing
hide and seek
walk yourself
back to me

Hootie hoo
Hootie hoo
Hootie hoo

can't find my teeth-is
i need them,
to chew

oh! hell, Boo hoo
i am gonna get you

This is not peak-a-boo
come back to me


here i look up and down
now i look like a clown

and i can't find my teeth-is
anywhere around this town

i look up
i look down

Hootie hoo
Boo hoo

it seems that
the tooth fairy
has lost her freak-en mind

now it time to get her behind


Hootie hoo
Boo hoo

she snapped all of
them, in the front
she is a real nut

Hootie hoo
Boo hoo

with just the roots
left behind

Hootie hoo
Boo hoo


Hootie hoo
Boo hoo


aka: lyricvixen
real life ©
Verlecia F Oct 20
two = water bottles ( 16oz  size)
(1 cups - water)

★ 1/8 tsp - iodine (or one drop to 3 drops)
★ 1/8 tsp - salt (any)

★ two finger pinch of = borax
☆ (microwave + one Tbsp - water and the borax == 5 sec. stir )

★ two or three - Tbsp = Witch Hazel
★ opt - one drop = neem oil
★  opt - 1 tsp = Isopropyl alcohol

★ Measure cup - to pour in container
★ water bottle or container (old mouthwash bottle)
★ gentley shake
★ let sit overnight

☆ water down in one to two Tbsp + water  with half cup water = use

☆ brush teeth
☆ brush tongue
☆ brush cheeks & gums
☆ gargle
DISCLAIMER: THE POEM DOES NOT PROVIDE MEDICAL ADVICE AND IS FOR INFORMATION PURPOSES ONLY. IT IS NOT INTENDED TO BE A SUBSTITUTE FOR PROFESSIONAL MEDICAL ADVICE OR TREATMENT. Google info.
this is for me NOT YOU

DISCLAIMER: THE POEM DOES NOT PROVIDE MEDICAL ADVICE AND IS FOR INFORMATION PURPOSES ONLY. IT IS NOT INTENDED TO BE A SUBSTITUTE FOR PROFESSIONAL MEDICAL ADVICE OR TREATMENT. © Jun '22  

(add: 10/19/2024)
Bhavani Sep 8
pre-extraction nerves
found a seat to ground myself
anxiety spiked
They ask me, why the teeth?
I smile and just stare back at them with amused eyes
Golden ambers, raging like fire that aren’t so weak

Their legs shift awkwardly side to side
Questioning glances pin at my little open box
Little bits of white fossils shine with rusted blood that has long dried

Sharp ridges of the alabaster’s ends have worn out completely
So much denial, error, and mistakes
So many years of biting, proving, and screaming

I’m no silly child leaving my precious treasures behind
Under soft white feathered pillows
These sharp tips were made to cut anything under great pressure with pride

And without teeth I wouldn’t be me
The older I have gotten, the more tremendous the wear
I still stare at all of you cackling from underneath the sheets
Written when I was 19 years old for a college assignment in 2015.
No lie, I was cramming this the morning of my class and had to think fast and thus came this poem.
Ryan R Latini Aug 15
I never liked Jonathan until
I punched him
And stole his tooth.
I got a dollar
From the Tooth Fairy.
Frances Marie Jun 14
Shifting under my skin,
seeping into my gums,
a sensation of emence pressure,
and awareness to unbear.

Slouching with a blue bib chain,
hung around the neck,
and heavy floride notes
tickling my tounge.

Goggles sliding along my face,
Sweat rolling down wet strands of hair.
Pulling away like velcro strips,
the sound of eagerness
and hot summer swelter.

That office chair makes me shake with anticipation,
Spotlight in yellow hues,
beaming down upon me.
Staring off until team appears
and the numbness fades in.

Time for another change.

For inconvienient, expensive exposure
with a little bit of me set to be disposed.
This is inspired by my recent extractions that I was awake for. Something brought me back to the moment in vivid memory.
foul weather friends creep in with the clouds
misery keeps company on the inside looking out
    “i’d pull all the teeth from your open mouth
before i’d ever let you frown”
it's all gore from here on out
heavensent friends descend from the clouds
hiding fangs behind kind hands
you can hardly hide your smiles
    “i’d rather see the frown torn from your mouth,
than ever think i’d let you down”
friends from above, keeping me from looking up
i can’t ever be like them if i don’t learn to stomach blood
    “you could be happy, smiling with all your teeth -
but then why would you need me?”
I S A A C Apr 8
flowers with seeds of teeth
growing into the worst version it seems
dreams are premonitions
precognitive dreams
cowards in velvet coats
sowing the largest gross
scenes are withheld
sparse sparks set ablaze the truth held
it is fun, when it is free
all the skin owed to me
they come in twos, hurry in threes
all the skin owed to me
neth jones Mar 28
my       teeth       hurt          in       Winter
the   beginning   of   Winter     for   sure
a                      fantastic                     ache
even           when      the      wind      sits

even             the       cleanest       breaths
          draw       hard          on       my       chest
but my heart still draws on the beauty
invites   stillness       to   meet   stillness
from previous winters attendance
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