Tongue Twister Poetry
A Tongue Twister poem is made up of lines/verses that are hard to say when read aloud
by using similar consonant sounds in succession (use of alliteration). In other words, the
poem ties your tongue into knots. This form does not require end or internal rhyme.
vile vintage vino
via violent varicose veins
vagrant vapors vacate
vast vascular vessels
while visions of
into a vast vapid vat
of venomous venules
Copyright © 2001 Lorraine Nisbet
Six Pink Minks And Finks
six pink minks think finks stink
six finks think pink minks stink
six minks in creeks with finks stink
if six pink minks pick stinking ink finks
if six pink minks had six sticks
with six pink ink finks in six creeks
then six minks and six finks
would have sixty six pink minks and six ink finks
then sixty six pink minks
and sixty six ink finks
would make six ink finks stink
cause six pink minks make finks stink
Copyright © 2001 Sean R. Ellis
psilanthropists sucking psilocybin
shrooms suddenly shriek,
"Say, see celestial sentients
surrounding simple psychedelic
Marijuana moochers munching moonpies
on morning meadowns meandered,
meeting mystical mountain madmen.
Tripping, twisting, tasting, turning,
tokers tapping tambourines,
shroomers singing songs
Wailing, whistling, whacked, and wired,
weird wanderers weep, "whoopie!"
and another aimless astral
Copyright © 2001 Christine Ann Kelley
Mystic moonlight, moments meet...
Softly, somewhere songbirds sweet...
Simple, soothing, soulful sounds...
Mem'ries murmer, mossy mound...
Wander wistful, winding ways
Linger, loving, lilacs lay...
Lazy langour, listless leaves...
Weeping willow, wonder weaves...
Pausing, picture, pristine plain...
Ruling romance, restive reign...
Rising rapture, rustic ride...
Perfect pleasure, peace presides...
Copyright © 2001 Natalie J. Case
Caterpillar catnapping, caught in cocoon
Silently sleeping, seeking sunlit sky
Awake, aware, and awing at atmosphere
Last leaving his lodging, little larva leaps
Spreading his sprouting wings, sailing so skillfully
Wandering with wonder of the whirling world
Lost amid light lilies, he lies
Illuminated in indigo, imagination stirs
Dreams of dancing delightfully in daffodils
Moon moves beneath massive mountains
Sun slides into celestial ceiling
Beautiful butterfly so bubbly and bouncing
Colorful and cleverly casting his charm
Copyright © 2001 Julie Wright