Tag Only Poems - Poems about Tag Only

Playing Tag With Thunder

Lightning flashes so brightly outside;
rain's falling fast and furious.
Feeling vibrations in my fingers
jolts loosen the window pane.
Delightful, but frightful, quivers follow.

Mummy shudders, shoulders and head;
Sissy covers up her ears.
I'm deaf, my other senses
eagerly expect something after sparks.
I wait and faces change.

Like a sudden tag game,
I see the brilliant flashes.
Sissy tags me, "You're IT!"
I can guess

Tag

3, 2, 1 TAG YOU'RE IT!

I remember hearing on the playground at the age of nine
Lord only knows how much I dreaded this game
The boy next to me tagged the other girl to his left
She is it.
The kids repelled from her as if she was contagious
but it did not matter because
she was it.

Back to me.

I

tag

I remember playing Tag and you were "it".

Eyes that Swallowed Every Smile
Thrown at me Through all the While.

Running, Dancing, Feet above the Ground;
Heaven's Space, filled with Laughters' Sound.

Spilling every Place Between Us,
Filling Up Our Day.

Never Giving Thought to all
The Memories That We Caught.

Or How Our Day Might Play,
Just Being Children, In Our Lovely Way. 

Cached

hoarder house of Tag and Jer

Gum wrapper here, discarded box there
Acute cleanliness not in the air
Her name was Tag, his name was Jer
They were the perfect hoarder pair

Floating in the crispy cold winter air
Was the stench of a deceased grizzly bear
Visitors could not make it to the stair
Climbing over a twin bed, sofa and broken chair

To others their abode was

A Tadpole Plays Tag

Jane told me of the exchange they had with Derek, earlier that day--guess who showed up that night--hehe. 

I told you guys, Jane's a talker, and that's how Clint got smarter. 

Along with other fellow workers, that night there were two guys plus me, my opened hatchback doubled for Jane and her sister. 

Three guys

Toe Tag

Here I lie in this cooler, this fridge where I would rather not be, but the truth of the matter is you’ve done it, you got the best of me
I lasted as long as I could, and I put up a good fight, but I wasn’t strong enough to withstand the darkness and you were

Tag Your Toe

To die old and weak
Inside a cold steel box.

Do they tag your toe on death row?
It may be a moment though.
The long reach of justice is slow.
 As You've taken souls.
And threw away your own
Skeleton man, you are, no parole. 

So make no mistake
Time does not stop.
For any of those.
The reaper knows who,
Grows short on

Tag

Family reunion~ children playing tag with our memories.

A Tag of Pain

Pain squizzes life out of my paralyzed mind and it feels like a grain of sugar under attack from ants.
Induring comes with an ocean of tears
Never ending and excruciating 
Sending my body into manifestational shivers

Needing an escape with immediate effect
Every nerve is hyperbolically numbing 
Enough to shut doors when the world outside peeps into my

Hash Tag Poem

Webster's dictionary #___%#____
Destro#^^
___ ____ ____(   ) you see
Well, may** you do@'+     

Tag

The game was tag, your it
When tag, he threw a real fit
He cursed and sweared
And also he dared
So, the others said, they quit

Tag Renewal

What is this world coming to
Today I went to get my tag renewal
And this year we have to get a new plate
They felt the need to remove the picture
Of the mountains in the background
And give us a solid blue one with white letters
So I get to the counter 
And the lady comes up to ask

My Purpose Drawn To Disorder - Them Mind Games Tag You'Re It- My Spokenword

Never mind games tag you're it,
What's my true purpose here am I to be really cute and feared
My not name blaspheme and smeared
This unknown gospel to the center is it made clear
As I run and hide they shoot I die the bullet misses my abdomen
I'm walking down the street lost misplaced 
Those the skins not

Maga Became Maggot and Did Tag It

a call had been close
after we would put on clothes
went out door we close

when we did tag it
MAGA became a maggot
applied tourniquet

would be sinister
sermon said by minister
about being spinster

what we knew for sure
increased our expenditure
for one more denture

we would meander
creating gerrymander
did raise up dander

poem would write to read
was great everyone agreed
did the dirty deed

Mons Tag

A girl on the tip of my tongue
Wants to swing while she is still young
She went on Facebook
The lads had a look
And now its her phone that's well hung

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