Best Ticks Poems
Wondrous reigns the gift of your trait
To build future on strengths innate;
Knowing ticks of time rule your day
Don't just dawdle on aimless way
Strive now to mold shape of your fate.
September 13, 2021
Form: Quintilla
Eight syllables per line
Whilst the clock ticks, appear memories of her past
For three faces she owns, which would be the one that lasts
Would it be the one from old, or the one from her recent past
For three faces she owns, which would be the one that lasts
Many words were shared, to the future forget the past
For three faces she owns, which would be the one that lasts
Whilst the clock ticks, reality now met her past
For three faces she owned, it's the older one that lasts
*~*
clock ticks
moment fleeting
gossamer calm twilight
glistening vermilion aura
Sun leaving, painting sky with crimson hue
past poignant, divine, eternal
breathtaking present thrills
limitless charm
clock ticks
February 8, 2022
"Give Me A Rictameter" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: M.L.Kiser
Syllables (2-4-6-8-10-8-6-4-2) checked by HMS.com
Time is never on our side, they say it is when we are young
No matter what, time cannot be stopped, shot or hung…
It ticks away in tiny pieces, we never think it will catch us
Until the day it’s nearly gone, and then we start to fuss…
Ticking away, we are ok, it’s not ever going to get me…
Ticking away, each and every day, but we never really see
Time like age we cannot stop we can not wish it back
If we could what would we change- I have nearly lost track…
What would be, if only we, had met some time before
This is heard every day not only from some-but more…
Happiness is measured by time ‘remember’ we used to say
But why must we remember, why can’t happiness be every day…?
A new friend here, a new friend, there only to lose too fast
I wonder should one make new friends, or hang onto the past?
Tick- tock tick-tock tick-tock, I wonder if it will be.
That time will let us meet-my new found friend and me…
A friend is someone yet unmet a pleasure to look forward to
All I ask is that time lets me, meet my new friend that’s you…
©~GG~Oct 2012
In darkness,
I couldn't see,
the monster nearing me.
I heard,
the clock ticking,
the old wood floors,
creaking.
I felt my breath catching,
heard,
his lips smacking.
I felt,
his cold hands touching,
my innocence leaving,
and fear smothering me.
Shame will defeat me,
everytime I hear,
old clocks ticking.
Time rewinds,
when I walk,
across,
old wood floors,
that creak,
leading from staircases,
that he had climbed.
God is my light,
and he lights my way,
into darkness of night,
where my abuser haunted me.
A child fearful,
could never sleep,
always waiting in darkness,
for the human monster,
who would creep,
upon a child,
who pretended to sleep.
I'm now a voice,
who speaks loud,
my pain and suffering
left for dead,
upon my bed.
God says,
"she has won
a fierce soldier,
Is she."
Ticks of Laughter
By Brett Somers
Written 3-12-16
What is this peacefulness you seek?
This love that has you smiling cheek to cheek
A second hand ticks
And you laugh at it
Ashes fall
And you’re having a ball
Do you not know the mood the brood the attitude
Of the day in dismay
Of the people on display
A joy splat array of hurried and buried
Multitudes of jury
A bubble inside you
Seeks to defy you
Of worry
Of that scurry
That seems to belie you
Remembrance of honey
This drip sweet retreat
Of all that was, is now, to be
How you do it
If they only knew it
Would blast right through it
And the night would be a ray
Of moonlight
Stars vibrating
Clear skies
Soft inviting wind
To let them in
Menaced by a triumphant chanting of lament
Entrancing the soul of Hades’ kin
Missed eruptions of the sensory nerves
Onomatopoeic of hollow gongs
Resonating, maimed through the indescribable facets of
Your forgotten youth.
Adjudged 3rd Place in Black Eyed Susan's Acrostic Contest
© 07-31-2012
The clock ticks and cock crows.
What a trick that triggers
How time flies and days flee...?
In travail you crossed the White Sea beyond,
leaving us with the route that has its roots
At the foot of the cross, and its crux in Christ.
It’s like decades
When you left without facades
In your journey through the cascades of life.
Time Ticks On
As a child I dreamed
and played and frolicked
I knew nothing of time
and time knew nothing of me
and as I grew my dreams became real
little by little,
one by one,
and time ticked on
As a young adult I worked
and played and loved
I was introduced to dead lines
and I knew time well
but my dreams grew,
little by little
one by one,
and time ticked on
As a young woman I yearned
and prayed and cried
please, let me have a family of my own
but the dream slipped away
time passed too quickly
my dreams were fading
little by little,
one by one,
and time ticked on
As an old woman I sit and rock
and tell stories and listen
to the blossoming dreams of youth
my time is passing
my dreams have gone
little by little
one by one,
my time ticks on.
Politics
Polytricks!!
Sucking us like ticks
Good things befall the 'leader'
And we are left in the need of a healer
No.. political leader...
Tampering with humanity—
Animality!
Trying to lead people to emancipation
Is like leading a snake to masturbation
Brainwashed zombies
Conltrolled like machines
I wonder what is marshing in—
In times of need
We need a lot of time
All to embrace
We shall win the race
No matter the race
Everything will gain its face
New,will be the phase
Peace
As the clock ticks
The stars tuck me in
Each second passes into oblivion
The night welcomes me
Eyes stay open
Body grows weary
The final flickers of activity
Closing up shop inside
As the clock ticks
Shadows dance on the wall
The blankets clutch me
I feel every part of me
My soul lays down
Body grows weary
Closing up shop
As the clock ticks
Noises wish me goodnight
Questioning my resilience
Mind begins to fade
Body grows weary
Closing up
As the clock ticks
My pillow holds the world
Dreams overtake reality
Body grows weary
Closing
As the clock ticks
Body shuts down
As another second ticks off the clock,
who knows what’s coming around the block.
Will today continue to be okay?
Or is something shocking coming our way?
Brace yourself, in case it's a shock. Tick tock.
number addicts unfreeze the itch
in their number attics where-in
a'top any...
"logic-call" be
counts in/of...
all four directions as
imaginary number concepts
that be just...
multiples of square roots
of a minus-one...
yielding imaginary pictures giving a
shape/form to illustrate some space-time
that's unseen and so then given...
a number-mask by the mind that's
not of numbing-brrrrrs...
stan sand
Polly Wally waddles all day
She's running for office in LA
She wastes time doodling
Enjoys a daily noodling
But she never earns her pay
Polly Wally was once quite a looker
Before politics she worked as a hooker
Now she dresses with power
Doesn't get paid by the hour
Now she's aging no man would book her!
Collaboration with Lin Lane - Lin has chosen a different title for her poem
Which she has called Polly Wally Doodles
08-16-17
traveling on a spinning world
never considering to slow,
he remains motionless
close to madness,
winding trails of the day
etching into his mind,
lights, words, sounds,
asphalt, buildings, humans
trashing beyond capacity,
his watch ticks
endlessly avoiding them
he listens and sings,
yet moments short
consumed again,
these thoughts
seem to have no end,
his watch ticks
he tilts upwardly
eyes pointed blue,
filling his lungs
glimpsing at darkness,
luring those thoughts
to brighter places,
his watch ticks
victory at last
heart pounding faster,
he listens and sings
endless moments,
gazing in marvel
taken it all in,
lights, words, sounds,
asphalt, buildings, humans
his watch ticks
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