Tapping Poems - Poems about Tapping

In the realm of Telegram's glow, Where taps and tokens start to flow, A game named W-Coin was born, A simple tap, and wealth was sworn. With every press, the coins accrue, A world of crypto starts to brew, Ethereum, Solana bright, Or TON, each path a different light. Fifty thousand strong at start, A growing game, a beating heart, Ten million soon, or so...

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The rain taps on the metal like reminders, not to forget Those sunny days that seem so rare always return to dry the wet Puddles of mirrors on the ground Quiet reflections, left to see I find the peace just by looking at these pictures in front of me The weather changes, liife changes, in a minute, hour or day I remember when the sky...

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Tapping each finger Words dancing under my skin A story in short...

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Some ascribe it to rhythm others to rhyme The lines have a feeling fingers and toes keep the time Whatever the case be it poem or song That hand-clapping, toe-tapping feeling tells you ~ 'I belong!'...

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tapping my feet to Uptown Girl Captain Jack, Say Goodbye to Hollywood Swinging my partner to Piano Man Billy Joel, Billy Joel, Billy Joel! New York State of Mind Only the Good die young Good night Saigon It's still rock and roll to me! Billy Joel, Billy Joel, Billy Joel!...

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Wickedry the poetry that refuses to let me sleep in a hammock on the river of spiritual revival Wickedry I tell you ... What dares keep me awake Aggressive in the most gentle way... My soul has millions of truths to recite Obviously at an odd yet even hour tonight Encounters of wisdom as of recent days Astounding the melody, growth...

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“There is a new Norm!” A Queen proclaimed in the desert after the political storm “What was that?” The peasants shouted back. “We have a new Norm he filled out a form to be the new Norm.” As the peasants looked at each other “Oh brother,” they exclaimed about the Queen’s game Threw out the village...

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He's on the road in his semi again driving from two in the afternoon 'till ten Raindrops rapping and tapping on his windshield firmly belted in his seat and sealed Off, he and his musings inside as the wiper blades hum and they glide A tuneless melody on his windshield -- to their hypnotic...

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BROOKLYN, CURTIS BAY 2980 DRAMS BOULAVARD CURTIS BAY M.d. 21226 THEY ADDRESSED THIS TO" THE FELLA IN THE GREEN SWEATER". I WAS WORRIED, IT SOUNDED LIKE SOMETHING FROM A MOVIE. i TOLD HIM, TO PUT, A QUARTER WAY UP HIS, "BLEEP". HE GOT MAD AND SLAMMED THE DOOR. " HE CRAZY" SAID BUSHIA BEEZ, "HE CRAZY"! SHE TOLD...

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She walks, her high heels tapping Has all the guys on the sidewalk rapping, an audience dancing, clapping! Turns her head and sees wots happening, gets in the groove, thigh slapping! I was only out to do some shapping! Bought some heels and all the trappings, me Mrs took one look and burst out laughing! 'She Walks', not for the contest!...

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Brown shoes tapping to a tune inside glances fleeting off a three way mirror waiting patiently for a smile to appear Clock strokes many bags filled now heavy worn eyes gaze windows day turns to night carrying more than what's black and white Colored choices tug at the short skirt of success Enlightening everyday moments...

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Sit here and think It will surely drive you insane, But what is it, Contemplations tap at your window pane Look at it, think about it It will never stop, the rain falling lightly from a cloud The noise, annoying as it is Is not nearly as loud As the contemplations that tap on your window....

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In a Poe abode was a butler named Gore. His assignment was to tend the door. But he made one error, His breath was a terror. Causing callers to exclaim "Nevermore!"...

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To the tapping bird by KateM @ 2015-03-12 – 12:48:21 A bird taps on this window every day, Frail as flying leaves are in a gale. But now he perches on the potted bay. He feels the weather like the blind do braille. This bird is faithful and I hold him dear. He's fearless as he pecks upon the glass. We hope he has...

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There was a woodpecker whacking, Continuous sound nerve-racking. Distressed in the mind, Making my teeth grind, Tap-tapping will send me packing. Standing outside, I clapped my hands, Sending him off to no-man's land. But no, he just sat, And started to tap. His tapping, how will I withstand? For Poet Destroyer's contest, 'Silly (Funny)'...

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