Best Tie In Poems
Need there’s to smile nor cry in life,
What will, will by and by in life.
Bank to bank lifeboats ply in life,
Still, the same boats must die in life.
One must swim, cannot fly in life
Whilst sorrows do defy in life.
Think, what to sow, not sigh in life
If rainy gets the sky in life.
To unknot tangled tie in life,
Nigh silent should one try in life.
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Ghazal |08.07.2025| life, philosophy
Note: Both the lines of all the couplets of this ghazal have a rhyme (qaafiya) and refrain or recurrence (radeef).
Categories:
tie in, life, philosophy,
Form:
Ghazal
My grandson has a lot of tees
With Mario imprinted.
His sister wears her Ariels,
Her mermaid passion hinted.
Which made me think of certain shirts,
Quite popular back when
I though that Dr. Kildare
Was the handsomest of men.
They didn’t have his picture
But resembled what he wore
And how I wished I had one
Sitting in my dresser drawer!
In doctor-white, with buttons
Going neck-high up the side,
The wearer would be filled with
Fans of Dr. Kildare pride.
A classmate owned one and she wore it,
Showing off, at school.
Ironically, she found Ben Casey,*
M.D., much more cool.
Compared to tie-in clothes today,
A Dr. Kildare smock
Was rare enough that even E-Bay
Has not one in stock.
*Dr. Kildare and Ben Casey, M.D.
were two popular T.V. shows about doctors
in the 1960’s
Categories:
tie in, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
Vancouver's a private reference and it's not really about Canada as a whole, just one
experience regarding the aforementioned. Shh!
Schwein Fleisch vs schweinefleisch. As two distinct words it literally means "pig skin" as
one word it means "pork". I mean it as two distinct words so that it can tie in with
"pound of flesh". I was going to have "haut" but apparently "schweinhaut" is actually a
surname. Oh those unlucky few who roam the world as Mr and Mrs Pig-Skin! :(
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Vancouver
Chasing rainbows along horizons
Is insane. Clear misunderstanding.
You left the city and your pound of flesh.
Schwein Fleisch.
We were young, laughing and colliding
Corrupt to the claws. We were
Writing endlessly, listlessly and so
Apologetic. Pathetic fallacy
The downpour flooded the chalk into grey.
Of course we wrote about you.
Reviews were decadent and ego-manipulating.
We were akin with it. The world was always a
Spectrum of amazing.
Had to run.
Through the rainbow with
Your look of Old Nick.
No explanation.
Schwein Fleisch.
Categories:
tie in, history, life, peoplewords, world,
Form:
Free verse
Tyrannical,
tourette-ical,
tic-tic-tic-tic-tocking,
twisting, tangling, tumbling,
the words tie in tight Gordian knots
trying to flee the faltering tongue
in a staggering, staccato rhythm,
sounds now chat, chat, chat, chattering
out of his mouth as unpredictable
and uncoordinated utterances;
as if, as if, as if, AS....IF
they were bubbles, popping
as they rise, rise
from the depths
of the sea.
Categories:
tie in, abuse, bullying, fear, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Why are the sea gulls shopping here, if not
for "White Stag, "No Boundaries." or "Faded Glory?"
Is there some other story? Coffee, Tea or You,
or just practicing beach and gray-sky calls
over concrete, carts, and Handicapped Blue?
This turf is for blackbirds of the piercing cry, haughty
strut and beady stare. It's not for you to straddle
halogen in your evening wear of dove-gray, black
tie in this car-lot of no swells, no breakers.
What lures you displaced gracefuls-- calls you
from rides on a rogue wind, pushing lace-topped
tides to stock minnow meals in pellucid sloughs?
You've paid your dues, and dour land birds
are the parking lot denizens. Surely you harbor
a peculiar appetite for hors d'oeuvres that do not
swim or paddle, though you buzz pedestrians
on stony reaches as when dive-bombing
the deep, or cruising the beaches.
For whatever draws you to the superstore,
super birds, I pray you reap Neptune's
pardon as you vie for the rail over the holy grail
of the Wal-Mart sign, where no whitefish,
black fish, shrimp or snail, no fiddler crab
scuttles for safety. And may our God absolve
us our sins of the past-- our ever advancing
invasion of concrete, steel, and glass.
Categories:
tie in, urban,
Form:
Free verse
It's these times the brainwaves' brimming
But there's no cored means to articulate
Hooked at a slant of transcendence
Staring down fat glimpses of life lived through death
It clots red-black, thick in the dropper
Junky blood comes and it goes
The eye of the spike, the swell of elation
Death peals, heart drags, blow outs
Headglows
Don't patronize me
With your long, lean laughs
Stretched skin, smoothed skin
Droning wisps of sour-smelt breath
No-teethed, gumless, bone-grinding
Skeletal rasps
What exactly is it that…
Makes you any better than…
The junky in the gutter groove
We all have our button up, fasten, tie-in, fix
Some just subsist in it, with it
Live it to exist in it
It's high time the wavelengths blurred
Categories:
tie in, art, social,
Form:
Free verse
Theres just something that i cant put words to
And it absolutely has to do with how i feel for you
When you look at me your eyes turn a different blue
If only you could see what i see if only you knew
Youre what keeps this parsite of a heart beating
And im hoping none of this needs any repeating
Because its hard to open myself up like this
The feeling is summed up in the way we kiss
And i could spend eternity staring into your eyes
Because its their rules that our growing love defies
Only seperation could ever bring about our demise
And im in love with our ritualistic heys and hi's
And i would tell you all this sooner than later
But i think id rather put it all down on paper
Ive tried to put it all into a song on my ukelele (haha)
But i pretty much missed the tiny mark completely
But i dont want to keep you here reading this for long
I think we all know that since im falling my will isnt strong
And just know ill eventually get it all out and write that song
Ill definitely tie in how next to eachother is where we belong
Categories:
tie in, lovelove,
Form:
Rhyme
Home
By: Sami LaRose
9/23/12
Something that used to be so flavorful, sweet, and tempting has done nothing more for me now than left a bitter taste in my mouth, and a sting upon my rooftop
Kissing you was fun, but only for so long as the early morning went on and on
Sometimes old favor songs come on, and it reminds me of a much happier place
Pretty hazy now,
The memories begin to fade, and as you smoke more weed the anxiety starts to fade away .
Your car gives me a heart attack, anytime I am on the road I have to look back, so paranoid by the fact that you could be right there it puts a most foul and disgusting odor in the air
It reminds me of the smell of burning flesh, and my stomach begins to tie in knots.
My stomach drops six feet under, and it is there no longer there,
Thumb, thumb, thumb, better square up your heart, you wouldn’t want to have a seizure now would ya
As the blood oozes out and you watch it pour in your hands and on your clothes, you take out a needle and begin to sew
Something you are most used too, the pain is sometimes so real.
All in your head, yes it is, but sometimes it’s a physical illness too, forever feeling sick and lonely I look out the window and get into the zone
I always think about the long winter nights, they remind me of the days that didn’t make sense
The winter is m comfort zone, it’s the only time I feel at home.
Categories:
tie in, growing up, lost love,
Form:
Verse
Disenchanted
Did she love him?
Eyes as bright as the moonlight she slipped away in
Laugh as dark as the world she lived in
Her lips
They were the softest he'd ever touched
But her tongue was dipped in poison
And he's still struggling to breath
She spoke in poems that made his heart beat faster
Her skin was painted with art
Some of her own creation
She was his own personal masterpiece
Her mind was made of galaxies
We'd never understand
Rivers flowed through her veins
She sometimes let drip
Daisies grew in her stomach
She drowned them when she couldn't smile anymore
She's a mystery he still struggles to understand
She's been drowning for a while now
But he didn't know how to swim
Her screams and threats still sound angelic
Despite the demonic in her motive
She used to tell him 'love will kill you slowly."
And he always replied with "Then i guess you'll be the death of me."
Did she love him? She swore that she did
But he saw how she looked and kissed those other men
Making their tongues tie in amazement
At the rhythm she spoke in
The way she fingered their messages
Like she used to do for him
Some say the only man she loved is Jack Daniels
She's been gone for going on two years now
But only God knows when she decided to check out
She still loves the way his heart breaks
With every injustice and deadly fate
She was his sun and stars
But lately she's been bringing more shadow than light
Her skin still burns to touch
Now all he has is the fading whispers of 'please' and this lingering regret
And he tries to recall
The words she etched into his lungs
He tries to remember
Did she love him?
Categories:
tie in, boyfriend, break up, i
Form:
Free verse
Insurmountable
Instead of shaking hand with smiles
The gentle man with tie in neck
Bent his head bloating throat of haste
White face turned red pollution of blade
Conclusion made a rough sketch
Only spending in vain these fabulous days
Far from the internet roars and uproars thrilled
Hands with hats and hoods display of face
A major case was blown hither thither
Humans were treated with harsh race
Believing so case demanded withdrawal of chase
Symptoms blurred in TV this morning I face
A pigeon was lifting a written piece
Glimpse of modern days puffed sad sad
chemistry was excusable for peace and bliss
But dwarfing creeds and beliefs from human face.
Democracy.
Categories:
tie in, abortion, discrimination, faith,
Form:
Blank verse
My street without the stars:
I miss those stars of different colors
The aroma of baking around
The perfume of church going folks
Who walk in silk saris and gowns
The suit and tie in place
With shining shoes along
Little children aping the adult
Following in suits and small little ties
The pretty girls with their rustling skirts
And jeans and tops too
The street used to be filled
With these folks around
Now not a single star anywhere
No folks to wish merry christmas
Where are you my friends?
I wish you from here
Pray for your happiness
May god bless you the year around….sunkan
Categories:
tie in, nostalgia
Form:
Free verse
He befriended charisma, exuding charm,
He had the wit and grace with a story.
Pants were ironed, black suit with cuffs,
And a tie in all of its glory.
He wanted to be just like James Bond,
When Bond was in his prime.
Instead of sitting gun safety class he said,
“Trust me. I do this all of the time.”
Then there was the youthful wandering teen,
Showing off to all of his friends.
“Don’t worry, it’s not loaded” he said one day,
You can guess at how that ends.
And, of course, the bigoted clown of a guy,
Always drinking and joking for fun.
“Hey, hold my beer and watch this” he said,
He should have fixed that broken shot gun.
Guns easily allow death by misadventure,
Much simpler than using a knife.
Banning guns works at not killing ourselves,
At giving us a safe, happy life.
Categories:
tie in, death, irony,
Form:
Quatrain
The game commends the shadow of gloom
As it hangs above our quickening doom
Pass the pill that empties our sight
Receive the cure, repeating this life
Our dreams unchained, forgotten too fast
Awake to run, asleep to restart
Define this world, we beg of our screens
To spill the word, as the truth goes unseen
Spread the gold, as money is real
To work and pray for all we can’t feel
The hanging man caressing his noose
His tie in hand; his money his muse
Mechanically the shadow now breeds
Within our hearts, spilling disease
Now those we love can’t stand to touch
The loneliness that has become our crutch
This game hand-made by fear and betrayal
Gone on so long, that it now seems too real
But a world so dark tempts reason to rise
There is a light telling us we’re alive
It’s just a game, none of it truth
Without dead will, the machine can not move
It’s only real as our conscious sedates
It’s only pain, it’s only us and what we create
Categories:
tie in, inspirational, introspection, life, people,
Form:
Lyric
I hear his call before I spy
The owner of that wild bird cry.
Protected from the guns of man,
He may live out his full life span.
I watch God's aerial masterpiece
And pray his numbers may increase.
The symbol of Land Of Liberty,
Freer than man can ever be.
Though I would gladly have him stay,
The bald head eagle soars away.
Won 3rd place 3 way tie in contest
Categories:
tie in, naturemay,
Form:
Verse
Put your pen to the paper.
Become more in tune.
Envision your future
from under the moon.
write it all down,
expressing your thoughts.
Become more a poet;
then tie in the knots.
Talk of the things you're careful to mention;
sharing your memories and time.
Telling the stories that others have lived.
Spelling it out in rhyme.
Then paint us your picture,
just as you see.
Then show us another
as somewhere to be.
Speak out your passions.
We're listening fast.
You're life's composition
of Art made to last.
Categories:
tie in, creation, dedication, imagination, poems,
Form:
Quatrain