Best Twitch Poems
Sometimes I muse that life can be a *itch
When every prospect seems of rosy hue
From cerulean sky a fatal glitch
Precipitates its mischief; then I rue
That naive expectation of a child
On whom Dame fortune yet has only smiled
Then something in my skin begins to itch
In parts inviolate to ease of scratch
And paranoia whispers: “‘tis the Witch
Who cast her evil influence, to hatch
Black parasites that burrow in my brain
Contaminate all thought, implant a bane”
Should this dark image linger unrelieved
Or might a metaphorical light switch
Restore a life where hope may be conceived
So cradled safe and calm, with ne’er a twitch
Neath skies with butterflies where bluebirds sing
Believe that? Chance you’ll believe - anything
Date your poem written: 10 October 2019
Contest where Not Placed: Itch witch glitch or twitch
DATE CONTEST WHERE NA'D WAS JUDGED: 1 Nov.2019
Writing Challenge - December - Any poem NA'd in November 2019
Sponsor, Dear Heart- Wiishkobi Ode
Categories:
twitch, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
did you see his eye
move a little thatch of straw
— beware the scarecrow
10/10/2018
Categories:
twitch, fear,
Form:
Questionku
When thoughts of you Soup ladies fill my brain
I tingle and twitch and forget my name
See what you do
You darlings you
You fillies are sweeter than a cup of aspertame
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
twitch, humorous, love,
Form:
Limerick
Sam and Twitch, two partner cops
bust the bad guys in the chops
they found corruption
and much disruption
in the NYPD shops
Sam was big, and loud, and gruff
with criminals, he was rough
tendency to curse
sometimes even worse
he’s the first to call a bluff
Where Sam was brawn, Twitch was smart
Angles were his state-of-art
twin pistols twirling
steady aim sterling
simple logic off-the-chart
With Al, confronted evil
sometimes causing upheaval
finding rotten cops
pulling out the stops
integrity retrieval
Their story stops in interrupt
as sales were not up to snuff
sadly the tale ends
without fair amends
their end was much too abrupt.
Categories:
twitch, abuse, corruption, evil, fantasy,
Form:
Limerick
This is the story of ‘the twitch’.
We have all had it:
That bit of movement before we sleep.
We have been awakened by it when we were younger. . . it threw our arm out to catch us
before we fell out of bed.
It was even younger than that for us.
It was sometimes confused with a kick -- from our mothers’ tummies to the swaddle of
blanket.
As we grew, the arm no longer flew. . . and thus. . . ‘the twitch’.
It is thought that we started with
a parting of the energy that mathematicians make Einsteins
of, or,
sounds of the aria that Mozart’d
into our echoes of the day -- a marriage of concept and conceptual.
It took us through the outreach of awkward doubt. . . brought us ‘round the curve
of nerve
for monkey bars toward the first dance; drew blood in our mouths before we got the first
punch – given/taken.
The part of ‘the twitch’
that is worthy of noting now is that
it has never wanted to be caught:
It wanted more than nothing to be left alone – perhaps; conceived that
it would be an occasion for cause. . . effect – the drive our parents tried to delay
with Dr. Seuss and Disney books. A teenage indifference took us away from
it.
We all fall asleep. . . as we’ve always done.
The story of ‘the twitch’ begins at the thumb; carries on. . . for the course of fingers
it touched.
Brings us a little closer to the edge of our beds.
Categories:
twitch, adventure, childhood, confusion, friendship,
Form:
Today's a busy busy bustling day
Three days before the big one
A bunch of last minute stuff to take care of
Wonder if I'll ever be done
Panic has a real tight hold on me
Did I buy enough cranberry sauce
Is the turkey big enough for all these folks
Got my toes and fingers crossed
Hope the weather certainly holds out
Could be more of that freezing rain
If it does get real bad, it's better to cancel
Driving can be a dangerous game
Well here's hoping it all runs smoothly
And all goes off without a hitch
Seems I developed a strange new affliction
It's a gol dang nervous twitch
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
twitch, christmas, happiness,
Form:
Quatrain
Though his name I’ve forgotten, I’m now thinking of
a guy from my junior high days who was cursed
with the kind of a face just a mother would love,
black glasses, and acne, but that’s not the worst.
Each day in my art class, the table at which
I sat had me facing across from that guy.
Sometimes he would “spaz out” because he would twitch.
I’d try not to look the poor kid in the eye.
His face would contort and his arms kind of flail.
All the kids at our table would try not to stare.
If I had his condition, to God I would wail:
Why me, Lord, oh why? This is too much to bear!
We never could know when his twitching would start,
but it happened a lot, and the students in class
never uttered a word. Bless every kid’s heart
for minding their manners and not being crass.
We never said much to the poor twitching boy.
We were all very young still and hadn’t a clue.
I think of him now. Did he find his own joy?
I think I’d have been very glum in his shoes.
To have to contend with a twitch all one’s life.
I can’t comprehend how he made it a go.
Did he end up like most – with a job and a wife?
Fate seems harsh to such kids that we don’t get to know.
Oct. 27, 2019
for Nina Parmenter's Itch, Witch, Glitch Or Twitch Poetry Contest
Categories:
twitch, 7th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Last night, riding across a full moon I saw a witch,
that funny move she made was a twitch.
Maybe her move was just really an itch,
the wooden broom she was riding on looked like a switch.
Could what I was seeing be a glitch,
my new binoculars must be on the fritz.
Date: 10/27/2019
Categories:
twitch, 9th grade, funny, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Lest wright something dark
in the dead of night were fear takes flight
A collective poem of two dark minds brings to life that witch only shadows can find
It is their two dark minds shall feast on our nightmare that are unleashes as you lay in bead no covers over your head can save your the mayhem unleashed
The pains of witch you know are seeped deep with in sorrow
You can not run you can not hide we will get you its only a matter of time
in the alleys we do hide under your feet we do lie
in sewer drains we are kings with gosh and nasty things to intrigue your minds
we summon all the kids to find the things that mack us towel and try
in this land of rotting flesh that will be the end of your demise
yet your soul shale rest with in are eyes
well skin your flesh from your bones a corpus puppet we will hide in to wreck havoc on the loved once you once cherished
well rome the world in your skin a moving home for maggots to fest in
how eals do you think cereal killers disappear with out being found
pounding hammers like a foeged in your mind keeping at bay he souls that you cant find
these pieces of personality that have been secreted away
hided with out light they scream and cry thought fright
a hell so strange not even the devil can ranee
with out use being there would be no pain
you have chosen this path by eating the fruit's of wisdom that god had demand unholy
so he sent us to reclaim that is his
but we turned on hims taking it for are own
now no god can save you
this is are home
are rightfully kingdom we do own
Categories:
twitch, mystery, god, dark, dark,
Form:
Tuning in the universe
Purpose and design
Questing, ever questioning
Matters of the mind
Information sequencing
Deep within the cell
Irreducibly complex
Creator has a tell
Categories:
twitch, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
Eyes are bewitched by a twitch
a that has made a home
in the ever-twirling mind.
The twitch is both a she and a he -
it does not care whatever or witch,
It settles in the flesh-nest,
lays a soft-shelled egg there
a phantom birth of regret and fear.
Twitch names itself Ego
it is a shapeshifter and does not care.
it is a nail-biter and cares not
A twitching ego
is a clowns face that masks a clear mirror.
Twitch, twitch twitch
is how the ego goes.
Twitchy is it unnatural nature.
It struts or creeps
be it brought low or raised in triumph.
Light is shadowed by its crowing wings.
A ‘twitch’ is but a flip of an eyelid,
a fabrication in a fictional fantasy,
a creature in a children’s story
one that we tell ourselves
every night or day.
Categories:
twitch, poetry, poverty,
Form:
Free verse
I didn't drink the brew
because it made me twitch,
and break out in hives,
every where I itched.
She cackled real loud, a
high shrilling pitch,
and hit the broom stick
with a switch, and flew
away in the sky with out a glitch.
Must still be the season of the witch.
Categories:
twitch, 1st grade,
Form:
Light Verse
Itch, Twitch, Glitch, Witch
In the middle of my back
I have an annoying itch;
It wakes me up at midnight
With a relentless twitch;
A glitch -my arms are just too short
To reach this little itch;
Maybe in a book of spells,
A remedy by a witch,
That can end the agony
Of my little itch.
Categories:
twitch, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
TWITCH
One two to five six done twelve dexies by midnight I am flying like a vulture combing land over Atlantic seas I see your great head stuck in the pillow face covered by feathers how I love your hair sticking out dreadies no comb put through it in months put pen to paper let the good times roll now I am really vibing got the dexies working ‘til after twelve midday yeah awake wide eyed child of your friend’s house we’re covered til winter summer close by we will go swimming in LA sands beachfront bulk great hilltop.
It’s time to drive to New Orleans tonight let’s get pilled and hit the booze joints with some cool jazz playing I’m a coming!
Categories:
twitch, addiction, angst, animal, beautiful,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Once upon a a time in a town called Add-a-line
lived a witch with an itch and involuntary twitch
every wart in cohort just flew north to consort
with a blitch who didn't know which from which
A broom with a hitch saw a switch then a snitch
from a witch with an itch who stole from a blitch
every stick flew quick with a sharp kick n' flick
for a witch with an itch and involuntary twitch
Too soon, too soon said the moon to a black balloon
which witch is which in this switch, whos the blitch?
every cat had a twitch and an itch just like the witch
who flew and knew how to spew, right on cue
Once upon a time in a town called Add- a- line
lived a wtich with an itch and involuntary twtich
whos the witch with a glitch who stole my britches?
screamed the witch as she yelled, "What A Twit"
October 12, 2019
Categories:
twitch, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme