Best Tapping Poems
like the raven
who taps taps upon
your chamber door
do not fret my Virginia
for it's my shadow
moving across the floor
this is what I'm telling you my darlin
and nothing more
beneath lattice
I still call your name
come to me virginia
come hear the tap tap
upon your chamber door
for only you my love
I surrender and never more
wind howls in blanket snows
here I stand so all alone
broken hearted and misconstrued
my Virginia who lies under stars and moon
just a tap tap upon your chambers door
tis I and nothing more
tales of hidas truth
blackbird sings harps cords
just like the tap tap upon your chambers door
my sweet Virgina whom I adore
for there'll be love waiting and nothing more
as I lay right next to you in this tomb
I counted only seven who have even knew
the times of this raven who
tapped tapped upon your chambers door
twas only I and will be never more
Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe
And His Young Bride Virginia
Also To His Poem The Raven
The rain taps on the metal
like reminders, not to forget
Those sunny days that seem so rare
always return to dry the wet
Puddles of mirrors on the ground
Quiet reflections, left to see
I find the peace just by looking
at these pictures in front of me
The weather changes, liife changes,
in a minute, hour or day
I remember when the sky is bright,
there's time to celebrate and play
Maybe, I'll tap dance like the rain
The mirrors will return a smile
As the warm sun beams shine again
I'll celebrate another mile
Heidi Sands
4/11/24
8 Syllables
(C)opyright
There was a woodpecker whacking,
Continuous sound nerve-racking.
Distressed in the mind,
Making my teeth grind,
Tap-tapping will send me packing.
Standing outside, I clapped my hands,
Sending him off to no-man's land.
But no, he just sat,
And started to tap.
His tapping, how will I withstand?
For Poet Destroyer's contest, 'Silly (Funny)'
In a Poe abode was a butler named Gore.
His assignment was to tend the door.
But he made one error,
His breath was a terror.
Causing callers to exclaim "Nevermore!"
the honeycomb
inside the void
rattles ripe
melon primed
until annoyed
from buzzings
within bone
overjoyed
with that throb
of aching woe
most avoid.
He's on the road in his semi again
driving from two in the afternoon 'till ten
Raindrops rapping and tapping on his windshield
firmly belted in his seat and sealed
Off, he and his musings inside
as the wiper blades hum and they glide
A tuneless melody on his windshield --
to their hypnotic trance he does yield
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Wake up sleepy head from your slumber
from the dense fog of 'drive-by-the-numbers'
Succumb not to sterile hypnosis
or to dreamless, futile neurosis
Rise up and answer life's clarion call
~ Time's too precious to miss out on it all
tapping my feet to Uptown Girl
Captain Jack, Say Goodbye to Hollywood
Swinging my partner to Piano Man
Billy Joel, Billy Joel, Billy Joel!
New York State of Mind
Only the Good die young
Good night Saigon
It's still rock and roll to me!
Billy Joel, Billy Joel, Billy Joel!
yahoo
your rich company it time you take your money
flint own you so grab that bag of gold that God have
for yiou.
some time it best not to mix company and feeling
ot best to keep out of people business here a little
hint.
but yes yahoo. your rich from flint tapping in your system
so check you empleyee
To the tapping bird
by KateM @ 2015-03-12 – 12:48:21
A bird taps on this window every day,
Frail as flying leaves are in a gale.
But now he perches on the potted bay.
He feels the weather like the blind do braille.
This bird is faithful and I hold him dear.
He's fearless as he pecks upon the glass.
We hope he has a modicum of fear,
For who knows when a sparrow hawk will pass?
I see him like a human soul forlorn
Struggling to discern his fateful way.
For soon he may be taken by a storm
But blithely he will eat, and after play.
The smallest bird has trust in the Unknown
By his example, our own way is shown
She walks, her high heels tapping
Has all the guys on the sidewalk rapping,
an audience dancing, clapping!
Turns her head and sees wots happening,
gets in the groove, thigh slapping!
I was only out to do some shapping!
Bought some heels and all the trappings,
me Mrs took one look and burst out laughing!
'She Walks', not for the contest!
Brown shoes tapping to a tune inside
glances fleeting off a three way mirror
waiting patiently for a smile to appear
Clock strokes many bags filled now heavy
worn eyes gaze windows day turns to night
carrying more than what's black and white
Colored choices tug at the short skirt of success
Enlightening everyday moments meant to impress
Brilliant the impromptu pirouettes of a happy soul
Cinderella dreams make even the timid feel whole
Sit here and think
It will surely drive you insane,
But what is it,
Contemplations tap at your window pane
Look at it, think about it
It will never stop,
the rain falling lightly from a cloud
The noise, annoying as it is
Is not nearly as loud
As the contemplations that tap on your window.
BROOKLYN, CURTIS BAY
2980 DRAMS BOULAVARD
CURTIS BAY M.d. 21226
THEY ADDRESSED THIS TO" THE FELLA IN THE GREEN SWEATER". I WAS WORRIED, IT SOUNDED LIKE SOMETHING FROM A MOVIE. i TOLD HIM, TO PUT, A QUARTER WAY UP HIS, "BLEEP". HE GOT MAD AND SLAMMED THE DOOR. " HE CRAZY" SAID BUSHIA BEEZ, "HE CRAZY"! SHE TOLD THE WORK-MEDIA TEAM, HE CAME BACK HERE TWO DAYS LATER, ASKING ME DID SHE RECOGNIZE HIM, SHE" I TOLD HIM, NO, BUT I REMEMBER THE SPOT OF TOMATO SAUCE YOU DRIBBLED ON YOUR SHIRT, AND IT'S STILL THEIR, AND YOU NASTY, AND CRAZY!". SISTER MUAFFEE'S SON TOLD ME HE BOUGHT A MASK, FROM ONE OF THOSE ON-LINE STORES." HOW HE GONNA LOOK, HIS BLACK HANDS, WEARING A WHITE FACED MASK, " HE CRAZY!, HE CRAZY !" NOW SISTER GRAFFA'S SON GOT IT GOING ON, HE GOT EIGHT HOE'S AND TWO OR THREE WHATCHA MA CALLIUMS, HE STAY OUT OF THEIR BUZZINESS, LET THE HIOE'S MAKE THE DOUGH!", BUT THE OTHER MAN, " HE CRAZY!" H" HE CRAZY!"
THIS IS A LETTER ADDRESSED TO MRS. MOO'D HASKSOON OF BICKES BILL HEIGHTS!
BICKES BILL MAKES YOU BOOGIE!
GET DOWN WITH -IT AND BOOGIE WOOGIE!
TWO DRUMMERS AND THE OBOIST, SMUGDED THE KETTELEDRUMS
THE CONDUCTER CUSSED AND FUSSED, SAID THEY WERE
THREE SHY OF DUMB. WHERE THEY GONNA GET THE CLOTH TO WIPE
OFF THE KETTLEDRUM?
TAKE THEM RAGS OFF OF YOUR BACK, AND CLEAN MY KETTLEDRUM.
In the realm of Telegram's glow,
Where taps and tokens start to flow,
A game named W-Coin was born,
A simple tap, and wealth was sworn.
With every press, the coins accrue,
A world of crypto starts to brew,
Ethereum, Solana bright,
Or TON, each path a different light.
Fifty thousand strong at start,
A growing game, a beating heart,
Ten million soon, or so they claim,
Yet bots might play this numbers game.
Invite your friends, the tokens rain,
Referral bonuses to gain,
With each new friend, the levels climb,
Rewards increase with passing time.
Tasks and staking, boosters too,
Ways to earn and gather through,
Retweets, join, and play with glee,
Unlocking rewards, climbing the tree.
Stake your coins, let them rest,
Earnings grow, you'll be impressed,
Reinvest to tap with might,
Workers toil throughout the night.
In this game, the taps are gold,
A simple joy that never old,
W-Coin's world, a click away,
Where tapping leads to wealth each day.
I was slowly drifting nowhere; this side of bump and grind
While all the time I noticed, myself I couldn’t find
And as I floated like some driftwood; on this rivers tributary;
I desperately was reaching out, for perhaps one last Hail Mary;
Then coming from the rivers bank, was a song I can’t repeat
And all the birds were keeping time, by shuffling their feet
So I paddled towards the tree line, to escape the summer’s heat;
And I noticed they were keeping time, to some unknown beat
So I twisted and I tangoed and at midnight I did waltz
And I revived the faint of heart, with some smelling salts
So I step now with direction, but sometimes I’m adrift
And I wonder will I ever know, about the things I missed
The thing that I now realize, as I’m coming round the bend;
Is the people that I’m thinking of are the ones who were my friends
And if my time should run out, and it seems I’m lost again
I’m hoping I might have the chance, to try it all again.