"toothaches" poems
*No thank you.
I'm sweets-intolerant.
No sweets, no toothaches.*
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 4:22 AM UTC
Sweetness is detrimental
When it is too much
Limit your intake
To save yourself from any future ache.
Sweetness is detrimental
When it is too much
Eating more sweets
Make you prone to diabetes.
Sweetness is detrimental
When it is too much
Chocolates and cakes
Could cause toothaches.
Sweetness is detrimental
When it is too much
A hug and a kiss
When gone, you would badly miss.
Sweetness is detrimental
When it is too much
When your lover left you
Heartaches will torment you.
Sweetness is detrimental
When it is too much
It has been your sanity
When gone, you'd go crazy.
Sweetness is detrimental
When it is too much
Have a limited intake
And you will not have any future ache.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
What is it that makes me miss
The lighter fluid on your lips. Toothaches from a temptress,
And her candy kiss. Arm’s elastics wrap me up. So foreign,
Is this human touch. Like a siren she swims and sings,
To lure me close enough to clutch. An ephemeral embrace,
That chews me out and spits me up.
Love eats hearts for lunch.
Jun 24, 2021
Jun 24, 2021 at 10:27 PM UTC
Toothaches in the early morning,
a bitter kiss that woke me up.
Toothaches trees in the garden,
I rely on Rose's but she refuses.
so many blackberries and apples on the street
I'm waiting for the next mangoes.
Prosaic, sometimes i wonder the need for
education if i will still follow the ethics of
my grandfather, without remodeling it to
suit my time.
But, when I look pass it i see Lavender
The death tolls have risen
three to four lost to bombing each day
I still see Lavender.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
One year I had a really bad toothache
it felt like all the wrong words
kept coming out my mouth
and I couldn't help but bite my tongue
just to the numb the pain I was spitting out.
It hurts to be hated
but it hurts worse to be loved,
especially when you don't think your worthy of it.
Put those lines next to all the other dumbs ones I've used
swinging hammer handed words, scalpel-like terms,
some of the meanest **** you've ever heard
trying to break you in two and you might just have enough
between the half truths and the promises I never kept
to write one really, really sad tune
I knew better than to speak to you the way I did
but some people act like welcome mats
for other people's ***** shoes,
you left the front door unlocked
and I made a habit of wiping my feet
as soon as I walked on through.
I'm not proud of what I tracked in
and I take responsibility for most my actions
but lets not act like they took place in a vacuum.
You had to lay down first
before I could ever step all over you,
and when you refused to love yourself,
what did you expect everyone else to do?
One year I had a really bad toothache
and you were just too sweet a taste for me to take,
without getting angry at myself
for trying to have my cake
and eat it too...
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
He came as an orphan
June 26th, 1865
Having seen
the death of his mother
Chased and speared by a hunter
First African elephant
in Europe
At the London Zoo
All alone
in all of Europe
How he broke and wore his tusks
In the iron of his enclosure
In night pain from toothaches
From many rotten teeth
Caused by his only grass hay diet
Given whiskey and beer to calm
Shared with his keeper
Matthew Scott, a difficult man
With no close friends
But with a deep empathy for animals
Who drank whiskey
with Jumbo
Into the late, lonely night
Jumbo liked whiskey, beer
and lots of sticky buns
A problematic elephant
With a Jekyll and Hyde character
Sold for 2,000 pounds
To PT Barnum
as a star attraction
Jumbo tearing his chains away
Then sitting like a mule
Until he knew his keeper
Would also ride the boat
Across the big pond
Barnum’s Scott
Made a deal
Queen Victoria wasn’t happy
Her children had sat
And rode upon his back
Jumbomania in America
Accompanied his arrival
20 million saw him alive
Brooklyn bridge opened in 1882
A year before Jumbo arrived
Then 17 May, 1884
Twenty elephants
marched across
All the way to Brooklyn
led by Jumbo
The bridge vibrated and rebounded
In St Thomas, Ontario, Canada
was his suffering demise
The day the circus train came to town
Tom Thumb and Jumbo
Were waiting to get loaded
Perhaps bumped in the ****
By the speeding freight locomotive
Internal bleeding
and a slow death
Tom Thumb only a broken leg
Jumbo in a slow death
Scott in a slow death afterwards
Having witnessed
the last breath
Of his best friend
Photographed (a recent novelty)
just after his death in B&W
Poor dead Jumbo
Scott at his head
Weeping inconsolably
Although PT Barnum
In pure PT Barnum invention
Says Jumbo ran headfirst
Into the freight locomotive
To save his keeper and Tom Thumb
Jumbo died
at twenty-four
still young
and growing
in size and girth
His stuffed mounted skin
burned at Tufts University
except the unbroken bones
plus the end of his tail
“And this is what remains of Jumbo”
Yesterday, I saw wild elephants on the banks of the Zambezi river
near Victoria Falls
Tomorrow I’m hoping to touch Jumbo’s bones in New York City
And walk the Brooklyn Bridge
© 2017 Jim Davis
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
She was winter & I am spring
I was a budding poet
Her voice was pristine
I yearned that she sing to me
hear, she'd hold those notes in symphony
here, I grew to love her
there, in the twining of our love
in twain, we loved
she loved
I loved
She adored the lyricism
the play of my prose
the waves of emotion that
flexed curls in her toes
I arose
in ways akin to my nature
like wetting a letter
mail in the mailbox
unknown sender
I never let her in
but she did me
this way and that
in twain, we loved
I loved
she loved
I loved the shivers of her soul
sending quakes into my heart
the flute of her throat
the notes of her tears
bitterness, sadness, madness
she let it all free
in voice
in me
I cried, let it stop
let me out
let me not
I will stay
till I'm weary
till I'm old in springtime
till you're teary
In twain we loved
in twain we grew apart
old tires on the Volkswagen
ambling along
singing the old song
on and on
in twain, we loved
in twain, we wanted more
I wanted her to sing the same songs
she no longer loved her voice
she stopped singing altogether
I was wondering
Are we together
In twain, we loved
In twain, we grew sick
I ached for her touch
a poison like pancakes
sweet... for toothaches
the cavity of my desire was a trench
a gorge
with stench
that she despised
don't touch me
I'm not in the mood
don't look at me like that
like what
you know what
In twain, we loved
In twain, we sought freedom
I began writing the new chapters
the new adventures
enraptured
the tales spun like endless yarn *****
endless inspiration
endless distraction
you won't spend time with me
all you do is sit at the computer
don't you care about my dreams
don't you care about mine
I did care but you don't sing anymore
you know why
I don't
you should
In twain, we loved
In twain, we broke free
I wasn't rejected
look, an advance
that's nice
aren't you happy
I am, see
who's that
a friend
you only laugh with him
he's funny
I'm not
you are, just
what
this isn't working
not today
then when
not today, I can't, my dreams
I like him
I can't
this is my decision
why is this happening today
you chose
I choose you
you could have written songs for me
I did
you wrote songs for yourself
I'm sorry
me, too
In twain, we said goodbye
Yet in goodbye
We were together
She was fall, and I'm the summer I always dreamed
Basking in the sun of my destiny
Absent of the kiss of cold, where I left my innocence
Absent of love, where I left my heart
Along the westward road where seasons never end
Along the westward road where sweet songs end in silence
Feb 17, 2022
Feb 17, 2022 at 1:16 AM UTC
your small body sinks into my arms
I will hold you as long as I am able
I promise to hold you close and safe
until you awaken to run away to explore
my little adventurer I love you,
let the beating of my heart soothe you to sleep
i will hold you through toothaches and heartaches
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC
I had a lover once
Her eyes were wide and
Winter was chilled
Cold and draining
My hair grew dark coarse and flat
Like cardboard in a storm
Of cats and dogs and needlepoint
Pillows quilted with inspiring phrases
I had a lover once
But I spoke too soon so she changed that
With a swift hand and deft arms
Powerful legs made of iron and
Brimstone, holding me down breathless but alive, aspiring
I had a lover once
Who failed me by the heat of dawn
With liquor kisses and broken bones
Her outfits swore she never
Would wear a tomb stone
To match her boots and dresses
******* dangling like matchsticks
Bent from their case
A strong hand could start a fire
I had a lover once
I tried to give her the world
On a platter with a fork and bib
I tried to give her my life and skin
My bones and teeth and things
Made from vitamins and exercise
My soul and headphones and heartbreaks and toothaches
My t-shirt with a torn tag that read too many different sizes for me to wear and
My skeleton made of sulfur and
Eventually
Lies
I had a lover once
Who wanted me but wanted more
Who wanted more but wanted me
Who snapped and said
Leave
I had a lover once
Who is teaching me
That it'll all be okay soon
Just not right now
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
**the closer proximity to the brain
the GREATER THE PAIN!**
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
you're the reason for all my morning toothaches, heartaches, long distance problems and sitting by a mailbox waiting for a letter. I still wake up at seven even though it's summer break- all my friends sleep in until noon. You sent your letter on Sunday, then why isn't it in my arms or is it just in my dreams? Or is the postal service just lacking or taunting me and wanting to laugh by a girl sleeping by a mailbox.
Before you left all you said was "I'm sorry," but you don't realize I was playing the first day of my life up until the very moment you knocked on my door. And yes I was born again the moment I met you- but you on the other hand. . .
I'm sorry too, maybe I just make you into a manic pixie skater dream boy who's supposed to get rid of all my problems and I'm so self destructive that maybe I cant be saved but I think you're my color coordination and your hand holding any one else's terrifies me
Is this a love poem? I can't tell anymore I've been by this mailbox for so long. Everyone always puts me by the mailbox.
"Just wait"
"you're too young"
"we are simply too far apart"
That's okay. I am waiting. Waiting an eternity for whoever decides to show up because I had crossed their mind. I hope it's you. If not, thats okay.
I'm okay
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC
I tried
The same reason I cried, I died inside.
Imagine the life we live without feelings. Complete emptiness.
You filled me up, drew a smile in my heart,though you never loved me, I thought we loved each other; we just got complicated together.
The space between mind and soul, you filled it up wrestling with the pain that was left by the same one I'm running back to.
He tore me, left for you to
Mend it,
You did it,
I let you.
You did me, I loved it.
You did us, and lost it.
I'm here for you, she's there too.
You made me happy, put me together, showed me the passion any woman would **** for.....
......I died for..
When I hear your name it warms me, your face blesses me,the way you laugh, how toothaches make you cry, the confidence in your steps, the look in your eyes that strips me compliments and pleases me.
I see forever in your eyes, no secrets, no lies, unbreakable ties.
Forever together, without me.
I tried.
The same reason I lied, I hide inside.
I am not enough to hold you down, the stray in you defeats my power.
A majestic aura of supremacy you bring with you as I let you take over my weakness. I want to hold your hand, let go and hang onto your heart, slip and fall deep in your love, dive and drown into your soul....
How do I begin to imagine the loneliness of not having you with me?
If I could call you my forever, I would; but right now I can never but only dream
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 3:32 AM UTC
Whoever told you that requited love doesn't hurt was wrong
If more it kills every living cell inside your body
It tears away your heart living your chest solo
It racks your brain making it a jumbled mess
It weakens your spirit by deeming it
Whoever told you requited love is a walk in the beautiful blue sea was right
Yet they never warned you about the dark storms that shake your existence
Yet nobody mentioned the jaws of hungry sharks awaiting to devour you
Yet no one said that at times you would drown so deep only having yourself to rescue you
Yet what they saw was the beautiful aqua blue but no one saw the ugly black of the Bermuda love triangle
Whoever told you that requited love was a walk in the park was somewhat not mistaken
I wonder if they told you , you'd step in dog **** in the park and in love you may stumble upon disturbing facts
I wonder if they told the park might have laughter but some go there because they need a break from unruly passions
I wonder if they told you that people get kidnapped in a park and so does love cage the heart
I wonder if they knew walking in the park on a rainy day can cause a cold because in love,love sickness is a disease that can very well **** you
Whoever told you requited love was the icing on top of the cake probably had a sweet tooth
Here I am confirming you may never get to finish the whole cake to taste the icing
Here I am addicted to the sweet savory taste of love that now I feel nauseous
Here I am having toothaches after a terrible fall
Here I am believe that if requited love is the icing at least unrequited love won't give you any tonsils since the icing and the cake will never be yours.
Jun 2, 2023
Jun 2, 2023 at 5:34 AM UTC
Sickly sweet boys fill honey combs like goblin hands in tiny gloves.
They taste like gummy vows and glass letters.
These boys will rot you from the inside out,
painting organs with grainy sugar,
which dissolves to sour acid.
Beware!
Sickly sweet boys know the right flavours,
yet their labels are flawed.
Always lick before biting.
Toothaches are common,
but sugar rushes won’t last forever.
Sickly sweet boys don’t stay sweet for long.
Candy loses tang over time,
coating is just coating.
Inside is a viperous liquid that oozes like oil.
Ebony, boiling, sticky.
Your tongue will never be pink again.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 9:19 AM UTC
up to the dentists appointments all again,
Getting my toothaches fine but getting it pricked with a pine,
Giving it a dangerous signs,
I wish I had avoided those nice chocolate pies,
and those sherbet lollies and sweet goodies with a sister I bite,
Getting all away from those sights
Never bothered about future I said ,
But this is a result and it's not on a nice way.
Those ice skates shivered and tempered like a chocolate and gave a tooth fracture they say,
Now regretful these clips for year they would say,
Avoide them all the doctor says.
My sister with a grin staring and laughing at me,
And next time I would catch her ,
and never get tempted with her thoughts and travel like a blind bee,
Because I am at the dentist's place all over again with a hot charcoal and bitter paste...
Vishvi.aurora
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC
Always calling me sweet
as if my name somehow tastes pleasant
when you attempt to form sentences powdered with more
saccharine
than me?
Listen up honey,
you're well aware of the outcome of this prolonged sugar
so swallow your
treacle words
(unless toothaches are your thing.)
// if anything, i'm
bittersweet //
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC
up to the dentists appointments all again,
Getting my toothaches fine but getting it pricked with a pine,
Giving it a dangerous signs,
I wish I had avoided those nice chocolate pies,
and those sherbet lollies and sweet goodies with a sister I bite,
Getting all away from those sights
Never bothered about future I said ,
But this is a result and it's not on a nice way.
Those ice skates shivered and tempered like a chocolate and gave a tooth fracture they say,
Now regretfullyrics these clips for year they would stay,
Avoide them all the doctor says.
My sister with a grin staring and laughing at me,
And next time I would catch her ,
and never get tempted with her thoughts and travel like a bee,
Because I am at the dentist's place all over again with a hot charcoal and bitter tea.
Vishvi.aurora
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 9:26 AM UTC
i just read your poem Anne
about your desolated masturbations
after you fell through
into that atomized monoxide
dream of pantomimes glittering
vague shapes and black holes
where slumber sinks
and silence rolls
we couldn't follow
you into your
receding suicide labyrinth
of timeless echoes
past those dire meadows
of serpentine fires
and shrouds you saw
where life eclipsed
by cosmic law
so i read you
one of my black little pieces
of erotomania
headless Barbie ejaculations
all Marquis De Sade
shadow fantasies
of dead play toe tag
and spilt milk
kisses' true
under Habeas Corpus
sweet dead you
you made me giggle
like jumping jellybeans
and *** honey
I'm so glad you liked it
and your cute comment
about how my poem
made love to you
like multi chromed
teensy weensy
**** candy throat ticklers
at a careless Halloween party
where everything forbidden
in troves
is hidden by the hidden
how you loved
dancing with Night-gaunts
from temples of the astral
past those incessant ruffling whispers
past shadows flesh
somewhere high up
beyond the glimmering headlights
of muttering pastel colored boulevards
that flicker contorted images
of the resurrected living dead
still warm
in your dreadful toxic bed
so tell me dead girl
till the day i die
is it better now
beyond father time
no more words and wounds
no more toothaches
and lunging depressions
pulling you helplessly
into gloomy vortexes
shadowed cups
of looming spacelessness
with no downs or ups
instead you say
you're published
in the Dead Leaf rag
where words like shrouds
blur ballooning solicitude
of indecipherable
mirrored reflections
under tongues of crystal ethers
where life lives backwards
and you just
write beautiful
white
nothings
like flat eyed Phoenician ghosts
beyond the ages
in windless skies
on empty pages
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 12:46 PM UTC