Best Tilt Poems


Dinosaurs Tilt Horns

dinosaurs tilt horns
circle and protect their young....
snarling snapping rex

Tilt-A-Hurl

I went to the fair to see a girl
We both got sick on the tilt-a-whirl
The bearded lady I saw
It was my mother-in-law
My stomach was weak so she made me hurl
© Larry Belt  Create an image from this poem.

Tilt

                       

                                  TILT                            

                    
                           europe weak china 
                        
                           stong america chose ally oz
                         
                           asia pacific











Peter Dorr                                             17th November 2011
© Peter Dorr  Create an image from this poem.


Terra Tilt-A-Whirl - For My Father

a dream as years go by,

water clock drip ticks,
another revolution,

minutes flown away,

hearts fluttered wide,
sepia childhood silhouetted,

a grip lost in snap-the-whip,

and glimpsing restless spirits,
crowding heaven’s gate,

gold plated, iron bound,

others just waiting,
familiar indistinct,

while clouds like knotted cotton,

frame a high blue portico above,
a formless basilica,

slow vision of his spirit,

becomes a shining arrow knock’d,
loosed at that far off shore,

flown true, and gone,

as the wind cries a pure tone,
on that played out jazz piano,

coda to another’s life,

like a tragic symphony,
somehow filled with hope, 

his last music…

(I miss it so).

Premium Member Tilt-O-Whirl Dreams

Tonight it starts again.
The longing for something I can’t have.  
A life that is meaningful.  
I claw and scrape the surface of humanity.  
A bubble that wont’ be burst.  
I am on the outside looking in.  
Tilt-o-whirl dreams spin out of control until I am dizzy.  
I need to get my bearings, put away my dreams of other summers
Filter the shadows of my life  
Are their lives as messed up as mine?
Is there perfect harmony?
Can it be reached in a Buddhist Temple on a steppe in Tibet?  
Would a mantra, robe, and sandals free me?  
Or would I long for a cheeseburger, maybe a bag of fries…”could you super size that please?” 
 
These are the burning questions that keep me awake at night.
  
There’s a brindle dog that sleeps under my house at night.    
As long as I don’t let him in he doesn’t know what he is missing.  
Toss him a bone and he’s ecstatic.  
Me I am full of blue trombone solos that no one wants to hear.  
Jeez you would think every now and then someone would want to know why the shadows on my face never change, but no one dares to ask.  
They would get an answer they’re not prepared for,  
An answer full of blue ruin and rag water.

Premium Member Full Tilt

        Dry mouth,
   shallow breathing;
In your dessert mirage
I thought I saw a waterfall;
            Dizzy,
I’m completely decimated;
   It is too hot to care;
   Please wet my lips,
          full tilt.


Tilt

Tilt 
           
Let me slap you upside your head
and get your brain off tilt.


(Quote)

' Tilt '

23.5 Degrees
On Earth Axis – Tilt – Trajectory
… Prevents Drastic Climate-Changes
And Dangerous Tide Tsunamis

                Tilt…
Motion-Sensors Are Going Off
                Tilt…
Scientists, May Your Voice Be Soft

G34-B… See
This was Done for You and Me

                Tilt…
Oh, The Genius of Genesis, Which God Built
                 Tilt…
Shows We All Should Just Take The Time to …

Tilt a World

Rock the boat, tilt the world, 

Break my heart, tear my souls, 

Steal my hope, ruin my dreams, 

Give me love, show me life, 

Lead the direction, brighten my path, 

Hold my arm, far from the edge, 

Tell me lies to keep me afloat, 

Board the ditch which i slowly dug, 

I swear a rest is all i need, 

Let my life float, if not in vein, 

Let it be in faith, 

Ifi awake in the morn it shall be due to you, 

And the hand you lent me, lacked in timing, 

But shook me from the dream, 

From under the canoe, which had tipped, 

And waterlogged, for what seemed like an eternity

Tilt the Collective

Spin the web of guilt do what thou wilt on vanity your foundation was built, 
treachery given to me as whispers decend around me water is the essence of life 
drain the canel we'll suffer for now. Savage in the name of vain bittersweet as we 
go insane I surrender and raise my white flag weve tilited the collective true to our 
objective all were worthy a facinating story. I am layed to rest along with many 
who took the risk, the collective is no more fade to black like before.
© Cole Beck  Create an image from this poem.

Board To Tilt

Board To Tilt

Around with each other should start to spar
Regarding what to do with all our PR
When and were business should discus
And also analyze and raise a fuss.

Social gathering not great or appropriate
Might find people who are having a fit
Then those who want to start some stink
Even If an eyelash had began to blink.

Maybe it wasn't a fact and we did suppose;
What had happened on heaven knows
DRB approval never received for a terrace
Made of Plaster of Paris and enough to embarrass.

This thought and thinking is between you and I
And in case you might be wondering why
Had found that my conscience was full of guilt
People are biased and to their side want board to tilt.

In Conclusion: I was not thinking about or had
BOD in mind when I composed this. Go ahead
and read poem anyway if you haven't already.
DRB is Design Review Board

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran

PS. And to think, talking about people when
they aren't there to fend for themselves.
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.

Tilt

If you can, tilt this way
right now for the first time 
my work is on consignment
yet , I'm still waiting to be paid
I suppose if this is how it must be 
for these moments 
just for you 
I'll work for free
can I whisper to you how many colors I see in a sunset
or the brighter side of a rainy day
share with me some of your lime light
and if you can , if you have the energy
c'mon and tilt this way

Kilt Tilt

A girl on the Tube stared at my crouch 
Her mum sat there and tried not to watch
Then mum's face turned red 
As she softly said,
"She thinks that is where I get my Scotch"

Tilt

Spinning in circles.
I get so dizzy.
The world whirling by
a dazzling show of lights
sound and color.
But now I spin to fast.
Makes my head feel funny.
Faster Faster.
Lights sound and color,
too blurry and harsh
harassing my senses.
Break out of 
the wicked spinning.
Lay back on the ground
Close your eyes
and feel the earth
Tilt.

Free Cee a Bicycle Tilt For Two

A BICYCLE TILT FOR TWO

Riding a bike can actually be a lot of fun
I used to ride mine with my friend named Michael
The following question may be considered a pun
But doesn’t a girl who has two periods a month have a bi-cycle?
                     © 2009……free cee!

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