Long Ticks Poems
Long Ticks Poems. Below are the most popular long Ticks by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Ticks poems by poem length and keyword.
I can’t stand it
Time ticks
Time runs out before my next injection
I wake up not knowing if I am dreaming or living
I can’t live like this
What happened to the blumin’ changes
Doctors can’t imagine my pain
They don’t take injections
I will be a changed man
Thanks to the doctors ‘justice’
I doubt it sincerely
I am only a changed man
When they want it
My moods change
I CRY FOR FREEDOM
Why can’t I have freedom?
I cry alone
I achieve everything
I achieve more than the doctors
I achieve more than any man?
Still I won’t have my poetic justice
I will die with a stitch in my side
I cry and shout
I could shout to the loudest of my lungs
No-one will understand or listen
Form:
This is home,
I grew up here.
I'm a native,
A true pioneer.
The homeless taking
Over downtown.
The pervert dressed
Like a clown.
This town is not like
It used to be.
Taking over by Fentanyl
And Poverty.
I drive around,
Everything is strange.
Time ticks on,
The wind of change.
Lovers and friends,
They come and they go.
Some days are high,
Some days are low.
This hometown runs
In my blood.
I stand by it from the
Church to the thug.
I have ventured off,
Always to return.
The battles I have fought,
The lessons I learned.
In all of its glory,
This is where it began.
In all of its glory,
This is where it will end.
Turbo1904?
In the land of finite, measurable calculus of existence,
You are a silhouette of mystique, esoteric obscurity,
A symbol ambiguous, living among realm of precision,
Unreachable to quotidian and simplistic enumeration,
Unamenable to honoring bounds of constrained world;
Yet, allured in metaphors, much alike a pretty woman,
Serenaded by poetic adulation in verses of fascination.
We invoke you when enormity we can’t comprehend
Being clueless of its reach or whether its journey ends:
Numbers uncountable, we postulate, seek your vicinity,
Universe we can’t grasp, we claim, expands infinitely,
Time propelling future, we surmise, ticks into eternity,
Whether space or distance you’re un-fathomed entity;
Oh! Infinity, the truth is, we can’t clasp your immensity.
Why, O, why you chase the unknown and the elusive?
Such a dry emotion to be everlasting without feelings!
Being eternal or endless ~offers not a beloved meaning
Unless you can be sensual, evermore of love romantic
Or the vows tolling forever in unbreakable relationships
Or timelessly striving to create treasures of memories
Or a paradise on earth blooming heavenly, perpetually.
Oh! Infinity, be laudable as can be, to instincts of poetry
But, remain true to self ~unknowable, nebulous intrigue.
November 22, 2021
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 8 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Of Infinity
She sang with love
She flew with glee...
A bounce in her wings from tree to tree.
He stood there and watched her in awe,
A creature so beautiful and so free!
The shiny colorful wings so bright,
watching her glide in the air brought him sheer delight.
Growing fond of him every day,
Perched on his shoulder,
to his house she happily went away.
Now the criss cross gold grills her sky...
He got the best of things for her he could buy.
And with her enthralling songs she sang him to sleep
But when the night fell she couldn't help but weep.
He showed her off to his friends and kin,
The colorful little bird who sings for him.
Looking at her in awe they wondered how,
A creature of the sky is acting in accordance to his whim...
"Doesn't she long for the sky?
To stretch her wings and fly away?"
So, on a mournful summer day her feathers were trimmed to her dismay!
Days sped past and nights went by,
The lonely creature pined for an open sky.
Her feathers lost their sheen and voice grew shrill,
She loved him yet
But lived with him not at will.
When she had had her wings,
for her freedom she never even tried her wings to flap,
for his love was nothing but a trap.
And now when she longs to escape from his hut;
She can't do much as her wings have been cut!
Summers turn into autumn as the clock ticks by,
He stands by her cage letting out a remorseful sigh.
All she really loved was to sing and fly;
But he has cut her feathers and left her to die!
the pendulum pulsates my demise
within corners of mind, darkness sighs
and memories cry out faint beats of life
where fury's ticking beneath strokes of hands
as they color pale flesh in amethyst tones
while crimson spills mingle with death's tears
yet i wonder, was i not worthy of more?
i am weathered and wise beyond years
yet countless hours still laugh in seconds
behind my back in faint ticks of my clock
that sits motionless upon the wall
stilled by shadows cast out through night's call
as recollection of past speaks in metered pulses
i see your hands press steel force against flesh
blushed within your fingers fold as they strike
over and over again, repetitive clicks
in quick strums that fall within night's silence
i feel my heart beat in the same quickened tones
where memories chime thoughts of yesteryear
yet i count life's moments as borrowed time
then laugh at seconds knowing i am not dead.
August 6, 2019
Something I am not Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
Late last night, home, sitting by myself...
The house quiet with only the ticks from the clock to be heard
Starring at nothing, into space...stuck
Suddenly, from the corner of my eye...
A picture of me and my family that rests upon the bookshelf...captures me
Mom, dad, myself, and all of my other six siblings...
Gathered around the dining room table, laughing, enjoying ourselves...
Having fun while we celebrate our Christmas dinner.
It brought back some great memories...as I sat thinking to myself
My dad, his face, looking so proud and joyful.
My mom, well, she was mom...
The beautiful loving soul that she always was....
Smiling, looking about with pure love in her eyes
Me, I was young...I was also oblivious
Oblivious of the fact, that one day in my late fifties...
I would looking at this old photo teary-eyed and saying to myself...
Ahh...the good ole days
Take a leave, monstrous Time
And bury your hands in a compass…
My being dwells in frustration
When calibrated minutes pass
Like a waft robbing my leisure,
My night's pleasure: your rigid ticks
And clicks bite hour's glory;
While precious snapshots of my life
Are murderously gone, gone!
How can those gripping fists plunder
All the nectar of summer’s bloom
In one grasp of your thief-like hands?
That with arrogance, I am left alone
Wailing in the sudden halt of midnight
As the love I cherish is snuffed in one flip.
I shall defer to these rude commands,
If only to curb my angst , for now, now;
Till godly fate redeems me with grace
from your deplorable , covetous enslavement.
Contest of Line Gauthier: Another 2017 Stunner
Previously written 9/22/2017
Repost 4/19/2018
Sometimes the truth is hard to hear
So let me make this chrystal clear
The anger shines bright in your eyes
The hatred that you keep inside
The temper that you try to hide
Worn only by a thin disguise
All the bile sipped from the cup
Will find its way to burn you up
The clock ticks down before you fall
Volcanoes lurking under breath
Erupting into certain death
Destroying love in one and all
With danger standing near the ledge
And looking for a little edge
To cut you deep just like a knife
Don't think you're not a victim too
The pain you share comes back to you
And you'll regret it all your life
As time shakes its evil hand toward me
I know the extent and drop a sorrowful tear for thee
I awaken in the future from a wonderful dream
I call for one last moment with you but the fleeting sands wont deem
My heart drops as I wearily look to the past
Hoping the hands of the hour will make the memory last
To give you and I one perpetual last chance
But the grandfather clock has done its final dance
As I sit and stare at fates face always unkind
Forever clinging to a far hopes key rewind
Learning the pain of being trapped in a moment
The ticks grow louder in the reality of the present
The seasons have turned and changed and I can see
Knowing the age of our love could have been an eternity
Eddie/Dad
I try to see
back before
to who Eddie once was
just barely before when
the bending began
Eddie was after all
a cute child
wide eyed
hugging kissing and kind
Somehow horrible happened
It tricked and trapped his mind
Loud shouting screaming sounds
parents preaching pain
through domestic degradation
careless communication
fraught with frustration
Pass the potatoes please
then spilled milk smacking sensation
belt welts broken eggs no bacon
Get up go clean up
never ever interrupt
battles brief and abrupt
ranting and raving
mom misbehaving
Eddie helpless and in need of saving
experiencing what no child should be braving
Learning man lessons
before he started shaving
He can't depend on dear dad
who pretends perfection
in his ship shape barber shop
where his jolly joking rarely stops
Important friends doctors and cops
humorous happy back slaps
Eddie feels hidden looks and subtle attacks
Shoe shine simple
comic book quick
When the shop closes
Tearful Eddie gets another licking
At two times five even Eddie starts kicking
his hurt turns into fists swinging
runaway day trip escaping
Then away he starts staying
getting into trouble time
not enough praying
rules that need breaking
Who he'll become
there's little mistaking
what he wants he happily starts taking
He can't shake the mistakes
Travels life fast with worn brakes
Tears turn into lakes
He has and has caused
many heart breaks
Sometimes past prisons
Are to hard to escape
I think of my daddy
dear Eddie
and my soul shakes
Sometimes time ticks
Other times it just takes!