Best Tugging Poems
The master forces his clowns to laugh
when polka dots become the wearers.
An audience roars…a pained choreograph;
behind the scene, the wounded howl tears.
What man is he who tugs the moppet strands?
Twisting acts at whim for raunchy tricks
and controlling moves through strict demands,
only to bruise the shame he inflicts.
The crowd hollers as he waves the rope
Oh master gloats; new slapstick begins.
Hushed are the young mimics just to cope,
till one bawls ,” please Dad, we are your kin.”
John Lawless' Puppets Contest
by nette onclaud
12/25/2014
Two hearts tugging-
Is better than one heart struggling.
Talk to me; Bring me your heart,
I will handle it with tenderness.
Look at me, show me your mind,
I will hear you without judgment.
Your words are the catalyst to my spirit-
I will think well of you;
Come out of the shadows,
into the shine of my love so pure.
I will share whatever burdens that
your shattered soul endures.
You and I together, will tug
on burden's you've carried alone.
Talk to me. As one we will heal
all wounds at the universal throne.
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Drifting away on dreams
that tear at me.
Then I scream of memories
that tug at my sanity.
My own thoughts drive
me to the point of delerium.
like an addicts only friend
always saying lets get some.
forever I,ll fight these demons
to the very depths of my soul
no longer will I cave until
I gain complete control.
A boy couldn't get his boots on
At the end of the preschool day
The teachers tugging and pulling,
Was hard, but she got them to stay
The boy then said, "These aren't my boots!"
With a frown she held back a scoff
Then again tugging and pulling
She managed to get them back off
The boy said, "Mommy said wear them,"
"They belong to my brother Ben"
Shaking her head with a grimace
She tugged and pulled them on again!
She felt a little like screaming
But she managed a smile instead
She asked, "Where are your mittens then?"
"I put them in my boots!", he said!
The robin must be haappy
With its persistent tug
Of a jump rope worm,
Squirming
In a rubbery chagrin.
The robin must be happy
With paint brush sun rays
Shining shimmers on his chest,
Smiling warm upon his nest.
The robin must be happy
I hear it in his song,
The sweetest sun serenade
And I am overjoyed.
This verse might bite, straight into some hearts
Hack open tough sternums, pull rib cages apart
Anaesthesia's unnecessary, wouldn't do any good
It ain't bypass surgery, I'll be keeping the blood
Yeah a mission of mercy, an operation to save face
Your fate has been chosen, not here touching base
I'm searching for strings, inside your heart valves
For this vampire flosses, and scared of root canal
Something Spooky 8 to 16 lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
12/10/2021
tugging
at mom's apron
monarchs take flight
posted on June 26, 2018
A little bird came up to me
"Do you have a worm or three?'
A tiny worm I then did see
As my heartstrings tugged at me
I tried not to lie with all my might
But my simple 'No' came out just right
strings tug-ging, pull-ing,
notes spark-ing, wink-ing.