Best Tickly Poems

Golden lion tickly softhair
Oh! To have a mane like that
I’ll throw away my razor...

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A poem unlived
is a poem merely written -- 

sustenance our words

let the body digest with heartfelt
regurgitation – a poem unlived
is a poem merely written
 
as...

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Prickles and prackles
Arizona cacti living her truth
Soaking up the sun
Twirling it in her mind
Saturating her body

Prickly not tickly
Mexican flowers enjoying the desert
Sitting in the sun
Taking...

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Hmm...What Discursive Poetic Theme Shall I Write About...

Today (a rather brisk, chilly,
and otherwise sat
tiss factory twirly delightful
December 18th, 2018) matte
her of fact quite
refreshing noontime, while...

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I right fancy an itchy ring
'Ope it's itchy teeth in my ivory band
to calm the hunger in my mathew kelly.
I right fancy an isle of...

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Past umphle and some scatter beans
Past tickly cough we pass.
A grumble through the chorley wood
To breed a better rash.

Past arsewiffe with a whopper club
Past bramble...

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My darling sweet sweet  love Pete
its been over three long months seems like eternity now since you departed and my world stopped
And my sun...

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In the centre of the woods, I switched off my torch. Utter blackness. 
Wet branches drip-dropped onto my head. Fresh autumnal air blended with the...

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Musing with Caren Krutsinger’s musings. I love
our dear poet’s imagination. Thank you, Caren
for allowing me to use your poem and a few phrases
from your poem....

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It’s warm and cozy in bed when I detect a cat quietly sauntering in the room.
Up on the bed corner he jumps, and then sits,...

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Vast dynamic catalysts
     inaugurated biochemical
     (biological), geological,
     and/or meteorological
    ...

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The waves sounded so strong to me,
Stronger, heavier, thicker, tickly tilted.
I looked at it tail and head, picking the
Grains of its eyebrows dashing away;
It made...

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TWO COUNTS
Written by Wina Emmanuel Lavensin

Manson lavender and frail subtle talks; Opium days
Yes: odds of drowning birds and sea monsters.
These eloquent sighs of breathless mummies:...

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She greets me with morning eyes
and we laugh under white down
telling stories of all sorts:


Cats who wear backpacks
at night filled with treats
Lizards who step foot
into...

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though strictly Fermi, and oh...(en Rico) plus sun
dre other parvenues, a rapture
     surges thru me,
     when audibly...

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