Sticky Poems - Poems about Sticky

Young Peter, a spider-bit teen, Found his web-slinging life quite obscene. He'd swing through the town, Then often fall down, "My webs," he'd cry, "are just too darn keen!" ©bfa031625 ...

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A keyboard lays across my knees like a sleeping lapdog, The B and the K are sticky keys that cannot bark or pronounce their own function. The keys are unstuck by pure alt control, I have also trained them with a dog whistle. Behind the plasma screen Bach is barking out of the mouth of a cello. I wonder if I should wake up the lapdog, maybe with...

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Sticky Wicket O molasses sticky wicket - A groaning preached of tips malaise. In Boston’s North, ever thicket - O molasses sticky wicket. Each towny hand, with no picket, And hellfire now, they could not raise. O molasses sticky wicket - A groaning preached of tips malaise. An engineer they should have used. Epic deluge - they could not swim. Tum’ ache of tank, shouldn’t have...

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Sticky Tape My sticky tape roll has an air of snobbery and unforgiveness about her. ...

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Throw all my socks away. Going barefoot, Across the floors today. Momma said," Where are your socks?" Shrugging my shoulders, Throwing up my hands. They must have gone to sock land. Momma frowned, Looked around. ...

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Sticky hands and sticky feet Clinging to the ceiling she crawls on his belly like a fly To get the last jar of marmalade That lay bare in the open sky Thousand of eyes watched her as her sticky fingers grips the ceiling and she bent her legs over the bar and make her way to reach for the star with moving clouds lingering...

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It's funny how we can see spider's webs Pity those flies with their five eyes missing them Yet never reflecting on the fact we have only two eyes Of course we wouldn't get caught in them We are just too smart But what is a web? How do silken strands ensnare? When it's all over it makes sense If your brain hasn't...

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No maker of goods or wares was he A taker of coin that none can see Just a cad so cool and debonair And a pickpocket extraordinaire He distracts his prey with rhyme and verse And slyly smiles while stealing their purse So eloquently recites out loud Then quickly disappears in the crowd City to city he makes his way To practice his craft...

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Sticky Glue Stick An SLR camera shutter clicks shut, sticks then opens: at a designated shutter speed. The subject is caught and the camera’s quick: like a frog unfurling its tongue to snag a wary fly, with its sticky tongue. The subject is not: sensational or outrageous -not sticky eye candy, not the addictive modern fare, not titillating, not irresistible. Tight knit. A “modern family” unit sits close, huddled in...

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Sticky Stinky. Like an old ugly deplumed chicken, He! Set out few sticky stinky eggs in seven years. The last one was in the last year. Sticky stinky, but big. She was proud of it Making big noise at noon Bug bug bug buggagg People ignored her & her noise But a professional pool player Who knows how to shoot bulls & balls Shot her...

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It's hot, sweaty and sticky, A cat just finds a shady place and they are not to picky. When it's cold we always complain, When it's hot we just do the same. But at least when it's cold you can cover up and keep warm, But in the heat you have to be careful it does not do you harm. The...

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There was an ice cream lover named Mickey It dripped down his cone and got him sticky His girlfriend, Tamarand Tried giving him a hand So, he asked her, "Do you want a lickey?"...

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Sticky Fingers The first time I knew I was stupid, I went to kindergarten and couldn’t figure out how to pronounce my name. Forced to sit on my hands, dirt caked the back of my throat and soon turned mud as tears slid down my cheeks. Who am I without my mother tongue pooling like honey in my palms? What...

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Sticky notes, adhesive and bright, Myriad colors in my sight, In my room, they cover the walls, Reminders of tasks, big and small. They seem so simple, but to me, They represent my antithesis, A symbol of all I can't be, Of goals unmet and missed chances. My weary eyes scan each square, A daily reminder of my affairs, The notes mock me with their...

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A cook was filling honey pots Her hand slipped, and she dropped the lot She was in a sticky situation Until a bear appeared, and without hesitation He scoffed every single drop!...

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