Best Ticktock Poems
I feel the clock
as it begins to unwind
Tick tock, tick tock
another second behind
Springs and sprockets
intricately interconnected
Tick talk, tick t a l k
My slow down unexpected
Pendulum swinging
from side to side
Ticktock,ticktock
Not swinging nearly as wide
The Cuckoo is coming
It will stick out it’s head
Tick tock, tick talk
I can’t remember what I said
Ding dong, ding dong
The chimes are ringing
Tick tock, tock tock
What will time be bringing?
The hands keep moving
around the round face
Tick tock, tick tock
Connecting me to this place!
I search for the key
can this clock be rewound?
Tick tick, talk stick
It’s nowhere to be found......
On Halloween just around midnight
an eerie sound filled the night.
As a clock nearby chimed out the hour,
she prayed for daylight to a higher power.
That morning, on a mission that couldn't wait,
she gulped her coffee and cleaned her plate,
grabbed a lantern and climbed the stair
to the attic, if she dare.
Cobwebs and dust did abound.
For years no one had been around
but this is from where came that sound;
The source of it must be found.
She knew what she was looking for;
She packed it away years before.
As she unwrapped many a treasure,
one, in particular, gave her pleasure.
She found it sitting behind a box
and sure enough, she heard ticktock.
Alive again was grandmother's clock
but now a mystery to unlock.
When she was little, she'd wind the spring
which kept the old clock running
but who had wound the spring this time
that caused the clock to midnight chime?
Could grandmother have visited that night
to wind the clock and set it right?
It's the only answer that came into her head.
After all, Halloween is a day of the dead.
October 17, 2015
Is merely the folding of the shower curtain that snaps the righteous peg. Sending jasmine smells at nine in the morning to refresh the house and it's occupants. Living in a dishcloth is very very clever and a mild climate is useful for a mountain trek. When arriving in a house with white stools attempt to hide in a plastic bowl with painted goldfish. As pretty patterns are preferable to a protruding tooth. Yet kissing and caressing is marvellously relaxing upon energy beams. Emery boards are closet format for elongated legs in shirts. While entertaining the many manufactured people who sit and stand in lines and formations of great magnitude. Would one really attempt to deliver rum to a large laughing cavernous mouth. No surely not. That would be unwise as harpooning a few snails is not great for the circles of biological breath. One must breathe the fauna to taste the life. And always sink harmoniously in the realms of tree trunks as bases are often useful places to begin an orderly journey. Wow such prevalence. Wow what a pleasantly pleasing place. Pigs play in mud. And plants grin at snouts. Misted of times. Mists of a new day. Dawn of a new era in a sealed envelope. Trample. Trampled. Traverse. Tailored. Ticktock. Ticket. Ostriches officially organised organically ordered onions and a pretty doe smiles in breezes whilst a seal sings a goat plays structured but freeform tunes a pig does a rapidly whirling chicken dance and a brilliantly bathed baboon bakes and breathes brethren bringing back basic breaths. Rapids in a curry. Coriander plants. Rewiring of vastly increasing numbers. Dome cakes. Done domes drop domesticated dim don delivery deletion. Xx secretion. Love to the known. Xx
Form:
~Caffeine Blues~
(Nonet)
I look at the clock and it is late
Time to wake up and start new day
Ticktock ticktock hear the clock
Try to keep eyes open
But can not do it
Need that coffee
Very bad to
Get up
Now
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
November.05.2015
"Time is the thief you cannot banish."
Phyllis McGinley, Writer, 1905 - 1978
Oh, thief of life- your robber name is Time;
you never blink or take a simple pause.
Through Spring and Summer, Fall, and Wintertime,
this endless movement has no glitches, flaws.
If only we could change your ticktock laws-
slow down warp speed to stretch our days and years;
extend each moment's joy before it veers.
The time from birth to death short-changes life;
take pity on your passengers' true fears.
Oh, thief of life- please let half-times run rife.
November 13, 2020
~1st Place~
Contest: All Yours (Jun 1)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 06/01/2021
~1st Place~
Contest: Writing Challenge- Quote Inspired
Sponsor: Constance La France
Judged: 11/14/2020
10 Syllables Per Line
Rhyme: a b a b b c c d c d
Upon the jagged rock,
Where cloven hooves did trot.
A maiden clothed in dock,
Thought life was meant for naught.
Adorned in nature's frock,
Awaiting wind's onslaught.
Ticktock, ticktock, the clock
She dreamed of love a lot.
From China to Bangkok,
Wind brought the storms mascot.
He wished, that young warlock.
The devil's charms besought.
Two footprints stomped bedrock
Where, dreams remained bethought.
Beneath the black nighthawk,
The maiden heard gunshot.
The hunter drank cognac.
He passed through a sandlot.
Then, met that old warlock.
Good luck was all he sought.
The devil owned the rock.
The maiden's hope was naught.
The hunter could not talk.
The wind's good luck was wrought.
Within the storms airlock,
Those two with Satan fought.
The hawk began to squawk.
The hunter luck was bought.
Then came the storms windsock.
To waft the dreams besought.
Where love, its coursers walk.
Her wish was finally wrought.
© May 29, 2011
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Jack OUT of the Box
Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzy
TickTock on a Rock
There was an elephant stuck on a rock
He had been rockin’ all around the clock
He made a trunk call
The best news of all
He’s found fame doing video TikTok.
* * *
Nellie had finally found fame
On TikTok making her name
Then on Twitter
Became a big hitter
It’s the internet that's to blame.
Written by:John Read
* * *
It takes all the time
But never seize to restart
I’m reminded by continuality
Even though it outstretches the thought
And here comes astonishment
When a halt is put on course
Then it looms and decorates the face
Uncertainty prowls closer
How weak we judge when to act
Every last one abide to pay
The time loan given from start
And last straws will be drawn
When ticktock fades away
Oh death knell takes a pose
And seraph plays a part to make us glad
The road is numbered with a calling.
But i wonder when we all wear out
And deplete with the egg we dwell in
Then we think again
Does time really make sense?
Or is life just a bully we must accept?
Form:
Tik Tok
Clock is ticking for TikTok
under scrutiny due to data privacy violations,
mental health concerns, misinformation,
offensive content, and its role during the Israel–Hamas war.
—To Ban Or Not?
—World Warning
—Bring on propaganda
—China’s spy
Global investors —FBI
Campaign dependent target
Smartphone app hosts user-vids
user data collection by the Chinese government through ByteDance.
__Generation influence
—dance move platform
—Détente chaos
—70’ssSS
TickTock Times up!
It always seems to be this way
my relationships just don’t last
time seems to be runnin’ out
and my clock is tickin’ fast
I’ve been reckless with the quickies
I’ve played the mistress too
what’s a single mom past forty
want a man to do
I want someone to cherish me
caress me with respect
not always tryin’ to figure out
how to put my mind in check
Forget the empty promises
I deserve a committin’ man
don’t fly by here to see me
if you don’t intend to land
I’ve got a lot of love to give
perhaps I give too much
just to feel companionship
of a good man’s mental touch
Maybe it’s time to end the search
stop giving out my heart
turn a deaf ear to the ticks
and love me as a start
Praying for the kind of love
my heart and mind deserves
send the man I still dream of
the one God has reserved
TICK TOCK TICK TOCK I'M LITTER GIRL, TICK TOCK TICK TOCK I'M
ADULT,TICKTOCK TICK TOCK I'M MARRIED ,TICK TOCK TICK TOCK THE CLOCK IS STILL
TICKING,TICK TOCK TICK TOCK NOW I HAVE KIDS, TICK TOCK TICK TOCK I'M GRANDMA,
TICK TOCK TICK TOCK THE CLOCK HAD STOP TICKING FOR ME.TICKTOCK TICK TOCK
TIME WILL GO ON TICK TOCK TICK TOCK.
Form:
Lie to men, but not to God,
I'm sorry for those I'll hurt,
For this is what I must write,
I'm not writing because I'm holier than thou,
Neither am I better than thou.
I know I'm better than nothing.
Lie to men, but not to God,
You call yourself Christians,
Ready to go to heaven,
Just because you go to church,
Every Sunday ushering in church members,
In every mass you are the altar boy.
Lie to men, but not to God,
You crucify others,
That they do not go to church,
They are always in the pubs,
Drinking and taking the roles.
You crucify them,
Isolating yourselves, at times quarantining,
Didn't Jesus associate with them?
Lie to men but not to God,
In the village and the streets,
Fornication and adultery,
The clergy eating from their flock.
Is sin better than sin,
Every church going day you go,
Well and good I appreciate,
But can you recall the last sermon?
In your phone using the church WIFI,
WhatsApping and facebooking,
From Twitter to Instagram,
From Ticktock to the pornhub
I tell you again,
Lie to men but not to God.
I have no apology for this,
Love me or hate me,
You say you are a church girl.
From Monday to Saturday,
In your bootyshort and bikinis,
Yes we appreciate the fashion,
On a Sunday a dera to church,
Your body is the temple of God, remember
Lue to men but not to God.
Your neighbor dying of hunger,
Your store full of foodstuffs,
At times going bad,
An ardent Christian you claim,
Quoting verses and even chapters
Where do you practice your words?
It's preaching water but taking wine.
Lie to men but no to God.
I see no heaven, I see no paradise,
All have sinned and fallen short of glory,
Forgive us God remember we're your children.
Forgive me more, for I have done my part,
From the talent you gave me I speak to the masses,
Even the deaf I speak to them,
Even to the stones I'll speak.
Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk.
Teresa!?!
~Tanner!
Terribly
Tardy?
Ticktock ;)
~Time?
T-minus
10
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2
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12:00am!
~2020!!!
2020!!!
Tequila
Toast!
~Tequilla
Toast—
To
2020!!!
To
2020!!!
~Terviseks!
Terviseks!
~Tasty :)
Tequilla
Tesoro
~Tesoro?
Translated
"Treasure"
~Tasty
Treasure ;)
Top-notch!
~Tip-top!
(tender
touch...)
~Terrific
Timing :)
Terrific
Time...
~Totally
Thoughts?
~Tired
Terrible
Timing :(
~Terribly
Tuckered.
Together
Tonight?
~Together
Tomorrow?
Together
Today!
12:00pm :)
~That's
True!
Today,
12:00pm :)
Terrific!
~Till
Then—
Tootles!
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01/18/2020
Poetry form: Alliteration - Each poem in my Alliterative Alphabet Series describes conversations between two or more people while only using words that start with or sound like the first letter of the title of the poem. I’m publishing the poems as I write them on Wattpad.com, not necessarily in alphabetical order. My goal is to write at least 26 poems to cover each letter of the alphabet. I hope you find the concept interesting, maybe even clever. Most of all I hope you enjoy them :)
Disclaimer: This poem is fictional and does not depict any actual person or event. The names used are ficticious and were chosen to satisfy the requirements of the poetry form.
Classically gray day
pre Spring trees
cast in silouhette.
Sitting in shadow
side by side
behind the wall,
one of them
puts right
hand above left
knee of the other,
slides palm slowly up.
Heartbeats. Ticktock breath.
Feels flesh soften,
moisten, smooth.
One looks ahead.
The other eyes over,
downward. A parting of thighs.
Future waits.
Mysteries near solving.
Time it was...when the old banjo player
held sway, reigned and ruled the day
in our mountain village that was
overlooking the bluish bay;
when he set the mood and sped up
the tempo of every fiesta
with the magic of his music
and his sweat-soaked, red bandana;
when lovely ladies swarmed and swayed
around him in a joyful dance
with the men envious yet themselves
falling in the same festive trance.
Time it is...when the old banjo player
is out of time, out of place
in our mountain village where all
moves about in a much hurried pace;
when folks rush and run to the ticktock
of the impatient wall clock;
no time for old-fashioned merry-making
for strangers round the block;
when lovely ladies wearing i-pods
and headphones just dash away,
the old banjo player sighs and blinks
at another passing day.