Best Tickets Poems
lottery tickets
get your hopes high to be or
not to be fulfilled.
If I could give you two tickets to heaven,
who would be the two people you would choose?
Might it be your loving Mother or Father,
or your adorable children if you only had two?
Maybe your Grandma and Grandpa,
who were watching over you, their whole lives through?
Or possibly a couple of old friends,
that you grew up with since the young age of two?
How about your sister and brother,
who were with you as you grew?
A husband, wife or a loving aunt or uncle,
with so many possibilities it's really difficult to choose.
You see, to me it wouldn't really matter,
because I'm already giving my two tickets to you.
Dan Kearley: 5-13-14
Pecos Bill rode herd in the vast forlorn.
His quiet Paint gobbled buttered popcorn.
A tornado, in a fit,
Came for a whirlwind visit.
“Paint, meet Curley. His back I will adorn.”
Bill grabbed his rope and threw a loop with hope
And saddled the whirlwind so Paint could lope,
Leisurely grazing along
While Bill sang a peaceful song
Though the twister used top spin, Bill could cope.
Whirly raced north swift as antelope might.
Picking up barns, tossing them left and right,
Heaving a freight train five miles.
Bill hung on with joyful smiles,
“Almost beats chasing roadrunners at night.”
Bill rode that twister into a broke nag,
That lay city curbside limp as a rag,
A sadder, but wiser storm.
Where his horse Paint, true to form,
Whinnied by the nag, wanting to play tag.
A jolly sheriff saw Bill ride in view,
He chose at least three tickets to issue:
Parking in a tow away;
No emissions valve that day;
Driving a twister with no license too.
Tale Tales 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser
Date Written: 3/14/2022
Used Poetry Soup Syllable Counter
There once was a crazy man called Calvin
spent a lot of money for jackpot win
but it was his bad luck
soon became a bankrupt
started selling tickets for a living!
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Placement:9th;(January 2012)
Contest:Lottery Ticket Limerick
Sponsor:Susan Burch
By:kashinath karmakar
As of today you need to watch your mouth and what you say.
We have always been able to hurt someone's feelings by our words.
Tell them off or bring them down.
Now do it and you will be fined.
First time $500.00.
Each time after $1,000 each.
In a game of chance where winner takes all
Won one million pounds on the last ball,
To celebrate my win
Marriage gave way to sin,
The Judge demands a national recall.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
There it sat staring my way
Shiny and silver with grey.
They were yelling my name
but those tickets aren't the same
Now a days.
I am not a great gambler,
But I frequently buy a lotto ticket
And a One dollar scratch,
Most weeks,
With occasional claw backs resulting,
And the bank still sound.
But when it comes to free tickets on the scratch,
I am still waiting to break the drought,
Which leads me to my fundraising idea,
Of giving the free tickets to charity,
With the hope the gods will be kinder to them.
Synchronised tickets starting at £20?
Surely they should be paying us.
(This is a fictional poem)
My wife and I have always loved KISS.
Something happened yesterday that really got me pissed.
My friend had two KISS concert tickets but he couldn't go.
When I asked him if I could have them, he said no.
But he said he'd give them to me if I catered to his every whim.
He's a lowlife bastard and I shouldn't have trusted him.
I cooked all of his meals and I even rubbed his dirty and smelly feet.
I cleaned his crummy house everyday and I kept it nice and neat.
Every morning I'd bring him breakfast in bed and then I'd give him a shave.
He ran me ragged, I was like a slave.
Yesterday he said he wanted a promotion so he gave the tickets to his boss.
When I told my wife, she hit me in the stomach so hard that my cookies got
tossed.
I kicked my friend in the nuts and I beat the crap out of him too.
If you ever make me work for KISS tickets and then renege, I'll do the same to you.
Was just my luck to grab pretzel and beer,
rush to nosebleed seats to watch ball with fear.
An usher was glaring at me,
pointing at a sign I would see.
No alcohol, in this seating — oh dear!
5/15/2018
USED BUS TICKETS
You left me on a bus. . . . . .
Blowing along the sidewalk
As the bus left on its way to the next stop,
Each tiny ticket a token of a journey
Which lasted only a short while,
And now thrown away without a second thought,
Tossed aside as the trip ended
And a new journey began;
Just so much jetsam -
No more than a short-term memory
Ending up in the gutter
Along with other useless articles,
Forgotten and trodden underfoot -
Disappearing with no second thought,
And lost in the empty wastes
Of no one’s memory.
Just the way you treated me,
Despite the way my heart
Had given itself to your care.
. . . . . And you left me.
After finding out about unpaid
Ticket at the DMV
I being to hyperventilate and
Had to sit down for moment an
That’s when my brain went to work
I told them that it had to
Be a mistake, a cliché in the system
Next, I explained that it
Must have been someone who
Used my name or a doper ganger
And you got the names mixed up
our flight
was at night
it was that time
we plan to dine
at the other end
i met a friend
i need someone to fixs it
so i could get quick
AIRLINE TICKETS
In a crowded room filled with high society, and
In the facade of decadence, plays the Back Street Symphony
Winos falling asleep covered in yesterdays news
A lone saxaphone player, playing the blues
Neon signs and desinger lines are giving him his cues
He says "I've paid my dues"
I've got front row tickets to mainstreet
Walkin' by, don't know who you'll meet
A freak show on every corner
A broken heart walks on as a mourner
In a darkened alley you can hear him pray
Searching for a Savior with some words and a brown bag
Can anyone spare some change for me?
There goes the prom queen, is it a dream?
Hell is open twenty-four hours a day
I have front row tickets to main street
Watching the devils' choir earn their keep
There tearing down the walls in LA
There's a hooker on display, on main street