Best Tie On Poems
College party red cups all across the room.
we caught each others eye.
Inbetween dances if eyes were a camera they'd
be caught in zoom.
I know you came here with another guy.
Sixfoot four football player.
Tried to say whats up but blockhead just told
me hey jerk dont even try.
But when the doors locked the window will always
work.
Time to make ya smile and make your roomate
smirk.
We'll stay up allnight andi dont mean watching laurel and hardy.
Just put a tie on the door handle.
Cause this a private party.
No people no chips and cheap beer.
Will play hide in seek in the dark.
Honey iI hate to say it's no aciddent i just
grabbed your rear.
Just as the real fun had just begun sombody
kicked in the door.
It was that linebacker and his band of unmerry knuckleheads
All pissed off and standing six foot four.
Punches thrown and more than feelings were hurt
as my private party came to abrupt end.
Thrown from a window.
Impaled on a garden gnome
Does anyone have a hopital they can reccomend.
At the ER I met this hot nurse.
Who had a mini pharmacy hidden
in her purse.
I knew it wasnt good when she gave me a pill and said
Oh no.
got put in the nut ward spent the night
talkin to my left toe.
Caught a ride home with my best
friend Marty.
He said man what caused all this.
And I replyed I was trying to have a private party
Categories:
tie on, funny
Form:
Rhyme
He's not just any chicken hawk,
He's very special to me.
With a hat on his head, a tie on his neck,
And some shoes on his little feet.
He's brown and tan, a little worn,
Well loved you might as well say.
He was my friend as a little child,
I played with him night and day.
I've grown attached to that chicken hawk,
Even though I'm not a child anymore.
He was my favorite, although he was stuffed,
And he couldn't fly or soar.
He's a very special chicken hawk,
He's very special to me.
With a hat on his head, and a tie on his neck,
And some shoes on his chicken hawk feet.
Categories:
tie on, animals, childhood, funny
Form:
Narrative
She's oil in the water, that refuses to blend
With a hair tie on her wrist, embracing the wind
Pleasantly dowdy, breaking rules out of spite
Above laws and limitations. She knows when she's right
Don't go and dare her, she'll do as you please
Just proof to herself, it's fit how she sees
She's never lukewarm, laid back or fickle
It's out of her norm, to feel, just a little
Emotions come in floods of passion and cause
Either, taking her breath, or not there at all
If her aloofness is bothersome and you're pained with concern
Ask and she'll admit, it was too insignificant to be learned
You can't make her debate over anything political
She doesn't care, either way. Not even a little
Her mind is closed shut, accepting no visitors
If you don't live inside, you don't exist to her
A small minded person? Not even close
Pick at her brain. She'll give you a dose
A hardy helping of knowledge, about what she pursues
accrued information. Advice you can use
Sure, she's a challenge from a different planet
She doesn't ask for acceptance, but will quickly demand it
This is her world, you're merely a guest
A Martian for entertainment at its very best
Categories:
tie on, me,
Form:
Couplet
Billy Carts and Marbles
Yes, we all played marbles when we were just kids,
Had a big ‘Tom Bowler’ and a bag full of migs.
Held onto your marble with fingers and thumb
No fudging allowed, and your eye was the plumb.
Picked out your opponent and stayed on the line,
Connect with a’ kisser’ that marbles now mine.
I also had swappies, a hand full of cards
Would take them to school and start bargaining hard.
I ‘ll swap you this one, if you swap me that
Get a pair or a set, so long as they matched.
We all had so many by end of the day
Then sort out our stacks, or just put them away.
Outside we played hopscotch, a tor we would find
Drew lines on the concrete, or dirt, did not mind.
Throw into the big squares then, hop up and down
On one leg, but out, if your foot touched the ground,
Or stood on the lines so we learned how to leap
Right into the square, not just fall in a heap.
A Billy cart made from old pram wheels and wood
Collected from tips, we brought home what we could.
With rope we would tie on, to steer the front wheels
Attached to the T Bar, would brake with your heels.
Then, down the big hill we would really fly fast
But if one just fell off, all have a good laugh.
On wet days we stayed in and played our board games
Tiddly Winks or Ludo, the boys had their trains.
But often outside in our gumboots would go
To play in the rain or built men in the snow.
For hours in raincoats all riding our bikes,
But if it was windy, released our stringed kites.
A skipping rope featured, also a big hoop
Even boys had a go when we looped the loop.
Kiss-Chasey when older, to catch out the one
A peck on the cheek, oh what innocent fun.
Our days filled with something, “I’m bored” never said
Up early each morning, then early too bed.
That bush school I went to, my memories still dwell
The Three R’s we learnt there, plus we all could spell.
At school Monday morning, the flag we would raise
Sing ‘God Save the Queen’ with respect would we praise.
Oh yes, I remember with fondness recall
Those days of my childhood; how we had it all.
Christine ©
Categories:
tie on, childhood,
Form:
Rhyme
Rakhi to my brother
No distances can part
no bearing can breach ...
As tender strings of rakhi
I tie on my brother's wrist,
Send heartwarming wishes
to Illuminate those paths,
that we traversed together
Holding each other's hands.
He reciprocates with a gift
my fav he has always known,
Vows to stand by
In all thick and thin,
His pat on my back
and caress on head hearten,
Many nostalgic memoirs
recalled to brighten.
You my brother
I can always count on,
and lean on ...
Words fail me.
Those wonderful years
throughout my life,
spent in fun and pun,
Many blissful moments
some tears shed,
Laughter and scoldings,
Tiring little games
Homework giggles,
lovely vacations together.
Cute hard chases
around in the courtyard,
Climbs of mulberry
amidst beehives,
Winning brought cheers
while losing gave sigh,
Etched in souls
are memories so sweet.
You my brother
Rise and shine,
Wish be the best ...
bubbling as always,
Sparkle forevermore.
Written August 7, 2017
For my dear brother Vasu
Categories:
tie on, blessing, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
when one thinks about the truth
go down the cave of
love are called angular
rivers across the landscape of the resistance
we know the existence of happiness is
not an impulse in
yourself or a mourning of
the absolute risk with the
air cleared up visions of our heaven
comes off the stand and the wild boar of Tempt
the defendant wishes to be the one to do revolutionary
thinkers tie on the sidelines of balance
Categories:
tie on, inspirational
Form:
when one thinks about the truth go's down the cave of are
love are called angular rivers across the
landscape of the resistance
we know
the existence of happiness is not an impulse in
yourself or a mourning of
the absolute risk with the...
...air cleared up visions of our heaven...
comes off the stand and the wild boar of Tempt
and ...
...the defendant wishes to be the one to do revolutionary
thinkers tie on the sidelines of balance
You have already seen how mediocre
the kiss of a stranger who just about him looking
and does not want to experience what love is
the rays
of happiness
envy the way of the whirlwind
of what beatified become
as a mystery of love 's
grace the delusional idea
of the rich figureheads
who experience what the cold
told how urgently needed the perfection
of an underground language that plague lackeys peace 's
founders can get yourself a crown of magic and dwarfed
around the trees of interaction
the wind refreshing shape
stormed the poet's responsibility
of the extended bet a wordless dictation wishing for
others to use as an image curve do cry
engraved paper to the house of loyalty
Categories:
tie on, nostalgialove,
Form:
Lyric
In Britain, in Britain
The clock it is ticking
As people tend flowers
Or Q’s last for hours
And blood pumps and pounds
All in vain,
Our time is misleading us,
The chase is deceiving us,
How! Does it all sit in the frame?
Do we need so to scurry.
So make mundane things our worry so,
Questing for labour in vain,
And it’s how are we looking,
Is my tie on just crooked,
As the funeral rolls on in grey rain
As cold as ice water falls,
Expressions are whey or palled
Train wheels click incisively,
Paths taken divisively, and the TV shows repeat again.
Doors open or shut
At your mansion or hut
The place you’ll most likely be,
A safe bet for equity,
A capital certainty..?
"Just as long as you’re in on the game"
You won’t be a square,
You’ll be all set up there
With a letterbox under your name
That’s where it will all descend,
Offers of money lends
Tax and utility bills without end
© Joe Maverick 01-09-2010
Categories:
tie on, introspection
Form:
Rhyme
Career has developed huge glands
a surrogate, closing the eyes from loved ones.
Suit and tie on the pages of priority
sucking life away until age loses its lubricant.
Banks hold the candy, but only stored in the oceans
virtual becoming more real than evident links
absorbing trust, kindness and patience to make humanity less.
Power tussle of nations to show who owns the pie
while poverty and greed slips underneath to make it taste sour.
Religion and sectional identity, emerging lords
never voted for, yet mandated to sting.
What matters the most matters less
and what matters less is craved the most,
a lesson unlearned, not until attacked by a virus.
Lockdown necessitates a two-day hold of papa’s hand,
which is a hundred times more than the previous ten years.
Societal red flags normalized for the world to move fast,
family is life, to love is also to live.
When basics are complicated, the world needs a reset
no thanks to affliction, history still is the teacher.
Family, love and happiness, others should remain appendages
this should be on every flag when we are set free.
Categories:
tie on, anxiety, bereavement, death, earth,
Form:
Free verse
the little mice
that operate
traffic lights
recently went
on strike.
they said
it was the working
conditions,
but if we're
being honest,
I think it was
because last
year the city
banned
casual fridays.
have you ever
seen a mouse
try to put
a tie on? It's a
tough ask for
their little paws.
anyway, in their
absence, the city
emergency hired
frogs to code-switch
reds & greens.
it's great to see
little amphibians
march to work
in their ties,
but their clammy
little hands
are a traffic
terror.
Categories:
tie on, fantasy, fun,
Form:
Free verse
An absorbent allotment. And a pile of interestingly aligned vegetables is merely a soup pot in a ground. Garden then. Wow. Swooshing a washing basket. Swapping sunglasses for a basin bomb. And sausages form an orderly queue. Wow. Wishy washy turpentine. Trousers in a cycle are dresses drying in paint. Code of coffee tables. Arriving then is an out of tune pancake song. Flat. Experience no exciting existential exotic earthworm then. Tidal bead is a clap clap clap. And pistol whipping is a whale in a circular skirt and a suit and tie on a supermarket often goes for long walks in the countryside. So speaketh the elephants, bins, saliva's, and a salvia plant. 7001 statements of intent huddled together with 5 rhyming couplets, a haiku, and a waving comma. Hahaha liquidise then deliver. Hahaha tong of tusk. Hahaha platoon partying. Xxxx dusky dwarf dance. Xxxx and a rate of interest rates speedily heading up a mountain pass. Xxxxx meteologist z z z with the obligatory p y q.
Categories:
tie on, arabic, art, assonance, best
Form:
Today I feel grounded, I'm missing my wings
Your hands feel so cool as they tie on my strings
With such a precision, you make the decision
Paramour's cage will become my prison
Where are you now when I need you the most
Fastening more strings to my little toes
For you make me shiver and dance as you please
Fold at the arms and bend at the knees
Stimulate me so we're inches apart
Your breath on my face, the pound of my heart
Awkwardly prancing, I feel such a fool
But common knowledge I'd do ANYTHING for you
Instigate me so I shift and I bend
How can you do this?
We're meant to be friends
You dont see the pleading in my wooden eyes
To cut all these strings, allow me to fly
Step down as the master, let me be human
Your attitude conflicting my own acumen
Categories:
tie on, girlfriend-boyfriend, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme
A LOST AFRICAN CHILD
You lost African child,
Who will find you in the wood?
What is your name and whose
Name are you bearing, your mother's or father's?
Do you know where your home town is?
Do you know that your sister was sold into
Marriage which is against our tradition?
Do you know the dance of your home town?
After the contaminated hand shake, you were
Lost in stupid to the foreign land.
The Bible had made you left the village to the street,
The book which you where unknown how it was written but you came and pick it up like a fool.
You were taught how to carry the gun instead
Of you tending the shrine that your father left in tears.
You lost African child! Can you dance Atilogwu?
You now look at us as if we are speaking in a stranger tongue because you can't speak your mother's tongue.
When shall you return to tend the farmland?
When shall you unknot the tie on your neck and wear of goat's skin and dance bare footed in the village?
Has civilization taken toll on you?
Have you forgotten your root, cultural heritage?
Come home lost African child, visit and see those tall tress still waiting at your arriver in tears.
Categories:
tie on, art,
Form:
Blank verse
what was my name? asked the passing wind,
how do i know... humming a song, the wind
passes the wood hopping and jumping on the path
why am i standing here? asked the drifting cloud,
how do i care... embracing the trees of the mountainside,
the cloud drifts buoyantly dancing and bouncing around
what am i doing here? asked the blazing sun high above,
it’s none of my concern... throwing burning fire to the earth,
the sun moves west while beckoning a reddened glow
why am i still here? asked a leaf fording rapids,
you may have an inseparable tie on this troubled world...
as if sighs and sobs, the leaf roams on water with murmur
when can i be there on the other side of the world?
asked the stars above a field of shriveled reeds,
one of such dark and frightening nights
where the blizzard whips and tears the broken reeds...
the stars fell on swaying reeds became a chilly downpour rain
Categories:
tie on, confusion, imagery, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Though young I am and small
A dragon I shall find
I'll tie on reins and ride around
For sure she will not mind
To seas of glass we'll go
Or to the shaded wood
She'll take me to a charming prince
Who both is rich and good
A castle he shall have
A white one tall and great
We there shall live a life that's grand
Oh, what a perfect fate!
A ballroom shall we have
A ballroom fit for kings
All filled with gold and precious gems
And pretty silken things
A royal court we'll have
All filled with men and maids
We'll also have a royal guard
Of tried and trusted blades
We'll live a life of joy
My dragon, prince, and I
We'll sing and dance and shout and play
Until the day we die
Categories:
tie on, fantasy, happiness, imagination, life,
Form:
Rhyme