Best Rickety Poems

Twists and turns
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That tick in my fur
really bugs me - 
scratch-scratch.
Tick tack rickety rack,
that tick needs to go!
Oh me, oh my,
that tick really needs to go - 
rich-ratch.


Aunika Alch
Age 11

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In the pit of my stomach I feel weak 
So distant I can hardly sleep 
Walking blind on a busy street 

Emotions constantly changing on the inside 
I'm up then I'm down 
Not myself when you're around 

Distractions getting in the way 
Burying inside everything...

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On a rickety desk,my book is.
The incy wincy spider spreads its webs,
On my four-legged chair too.
With dust covered,for lack of use.
I'll be writing a test in days to come.
I'll get back to my book,
To remind me of things of old,
New knowledge to be refreshed.
My brightly...

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Rickety and Clickety

As we grow old things seem so rickety
Would often fall over and go clickety
But there never is any harm done
God every day has sent me His Son.

Of a thousand this poem is in final ten
And I always will remember when
I wrote poem and...

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Why, hidden from the vista
Now there in the view
Warped, shaky
Strange that unseen before

That old rickety walking bridge
Where does your path lead
Not well worn, but over grown
With grass, thorns, and thistles

Today I will do something
New, I will follow you
Wherever you lead
You will be my guide

(Whoever reads...

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Rickety rackety ruffled ridiculous Rhine,
Make her hair stick out like a ball of twine
Let it fall out on the floor and in church too
Put a permanent skunk in her chimney wazoo

Make her look silly in front of thousands I say
Take away her fun, sabotage her...

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RICKETY BRIDGE                         
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I keep my access bridge looking rickety
It makes unwanted visitors think twice
I like my solitude, I’m quite pernickety
Just one...

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Our piano with silence speaks
The rickety rocking chair squeaks
Where Mama sits and stares each day
Music memories stored away
Our loved inheritance remains
Melodies cycling through our brains....

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• What's a pretty pink ribbon doing on this rickety, old fence?
• And what looks to be a purse on the dirty forest floor?
• This doesn't make much sense
• For what reason are they here?
• The more I think about it, the more I feel...

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