Best Snick Poems

I crave sticky butter mint balls

Liquorice allsorts from the candy stalls
Orange smarties,  my  favourite treat
Violet crumbles I just love to eat
English toffees for me to masticate

Chocolate drops make me salivate
Aniseed balls would paint my tongue red
Nougat or should I choose fruit gums instead
Dime...

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(a swap quatrain rhyme)

She likes to nip; she likes to lick.
My foot might get a little prick.
I’ll see it’s her. That little pip!
She likes to lick. She likes to nip.

Attacking me with small cat teeth,
she comes at me from underneath.
She bites my toes so sneakily
with...

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A year ahead my skull was taken by a diatribe- storm
Her face formed a bead in an invisible dorm
That was right I did feel with a warm wet street
They pressed their seeds into salamander kit
The first thing I did hate; “No, it was not norm”

I...

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Snowbound snowflakes sneakily snip and snick the snowy snickering air....

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Tom, How is the truth of reality known? then again how real is your view.?
Can you see the himalayas from your bedroom window for instance? jane, well on a computer window; yes that is so.'

 So.. But that is just a representation of 'reality' (...

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Snick-woosh, rushing stream
Clink, gurgle, doppler shift
Glub then tinkle, drip drip
Crystal scrape metallic
A plastic click, pause, muffled hiss
Gurgle, snort, chuckle, snuff
Plink… Plink plink… Drizzle, drip, drizzle, drop
Coffee is brewing

Dry rustle, crinkle, pages on wood
Chock, thwock, slap, a paper stack
A throaty zip, heavy, dry, leather
Shunk, shunk, economy...

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The crispness of your knife goes snick!
Cutting up my dreams like celery, 
To make hors d’oeuvres that you, Time, pick
And gobble till you’ve swallowed me.

But while you cut, your blade will knick
Hard upon my iron bone;
It trims me to the very quick—
But still, my skull...

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DON’T BE  A  TURKEY

O Tom, he has wisdom and marmite.
Others they like spreading delight-
ful vegemite,
which seems quite spite-
ful. Still Tom does think they’ll try a bite.

What think you, of stuffing a turkey?
You’d rather eat marmite on crusty
thick bread? A smile
and all the while
your...

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The playful snick, snack snickering.
A small little bite, nibble, lick.
As if there was never bad blood between us.
We giggle, goggle, oggle.
Over boys, celebrities, gossip.
Braiding hair, painting toes, looking at love and woes.
Never letting the impending doom get between us.
The glue of fake nails drying fast...

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Imagine this.
I belong in a cage.
Imagine this. 
I’ve escaped.

Imagine this.
You’re to blame.
Imagine this.
I know your name.

Imagine this.
I live to kill you.
Imagine this.
I crave to still you.
To leave your body on the ground,
Bloody, destroyed, disemboweled.

Imagine this.
It will be slow.
Imagine this.
Blood will flow.

Imagine this.
If you can
Imagine this.
Your...

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It’s a hot and prickly gruel
It swirls and twirls while we fuel
Our weary head in our hands
The mindful world turned to sand

I snick the snack of bloated greed
Sell soul for bloodied coin to feed
And sword rips down through and through
Where once my heart but recent...

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Written for my friends son, bowling in the picture, for his 13th birthday. 05-13-2020


The sun is shining brightly, a special day has dawned
The spectators they have no idea, the fear that will be spawned
The captains stroll out to the pitch, a coin pushed in the...

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FOR YOU NICOLE

The night the blood on the sod
Looks your birthday apron that
Wipes off a murderer's sweat.

Hands besmeared with slime,
Smell of putrid snick,maniac
Who has to inherit a corner of
Underbrush,Nicole, to lie
On your cold lips.




Poe in Plath style - Poetry Contest
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POET: RAJAT KANTI...

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A dash of red
Sparkle of cream and white
And the battered ball has flown up and away
Soaring out of reach of the flying kite
Over the stately poplars
Beyond applauding stands
Mingling with sun and wind
and  the lazy blue of a smiling sky
Lost from sight

That ball was lifted...

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We're awoken
not ready
to awaken
another long,
long and dreary
weary
to the bones
day
to face.

circles
sat in circles
spoke
talked in circles

my
pain
any worse
than
any others?
and
did it
yours?

On
and on
day
after day
talked
an
talked

talking
or
just words
spilling
dribbling
out
to lie
on the floor
swept out
like cigarette
buts.

Paper cups
tiny
multi-coloured
speckles
like M&M's

mouth open
wide
spots
swallowed
all
gone

to bed
snick
the lock

start again
over
again tomorrow
and
tomorrow
and
tomorrow
.......
will it
END?...

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