Ticket Poems - Poems about Ticket

Our sweet mother went to heaven one Spring day. Four years ago, the flowers folded their wings. Hymns, ethereal in the fog; smile at bay. Left at table, in closet, on shelves - her things. Most dearly departed, her ticket one-way. And my father cheers her urn each day. She’s in our hearts, our thoughts are off and flying. This family is...

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ONE WAY TICKET Am I really swimming in grief And no prospect of any relief And this situation belies belief It wasn’t so bad in recent days But how such shifts can amaze Tell me if it’s sunlight up there But then, I always had assumed Any such attempt was doomed As buried riches rarely exhumed Was I just following some craze With a whole shipwreck...

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Time to open up your world let them jump right into the mix taste the vast mind pool of your existence no need for a ticket tearing man worthy journeys commence for free. Though impossible-have no prejudice everyone's invited into your destiny some will yearn to stay some will beg to leave show them nothing or show them everything take some chances to be...

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* an updated version of a piece I wrote for my favorite baller, Kevin Garnett * ~ intensity ... defined excuses were for gods and gamblers (lesser giants with fairer feuds) HE ... was of a wholly-invested mettle and mind the conscript of a checkered court dauntless defender of glass and lattice and the pride of...

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They say they’re on board, there’s no fuss They just let the old man loudly cuss Think no one will notice It’s only the POTUS Thrown under a big yellow bus ...

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Have you ever wondered about all the things that require your signature in life How about a marriage certificate, I now pronounce you man and wife A steady hand is needed as you buy your first home If a writer's cramp occurs with so many places to sign, you are not alone The car of your dreams you...

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Things that aren't my cup of tea, don't include cups of tea. Although I did spend my first 20 odd years saying I didn't like it but then it soothed a stomach ulcer (relief only felt mid sip) and I enjoy tea now (but not stomach ulcers). Other things aren't my cup of tea, like...

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Are you out of your goddamn mind? What even is a TOS at this point anyway? Copper meets gray matter in a stellar show! Self-inflicted; this is what your ticket paid for! Here's your endless stream of consciousness Concisely squished into 2500 characters What a limitation! The English-only aspect feels racist. Summer heat, the concept of the endless Have you gotten sick of tropes...

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that’s a idiot that’s the ticket tell her morning your in it your morning sickness he’s in the idiot she lives Ticketmaster life...

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Connie's The Women Without A Ticket I sit at a bar, starring at other couples I admit I had a few No, not relationships But a few beers to ease the pain Today's not any different I keep starring at the couple across the bar There's chemistry A subject that's foreign to me He keeps kissing her neck And her eyes sparkle wide,...

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Leaving behind dreams Memories and known places Flew in a cold eve Embracing the unknown fate Searching for new dreams and hope...

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I filled an ashtray with anguish but your eyes didn't see me your way of saying I don't care the hallway to the elevator is infinite is where I lose you in every step It's a crushed glass flavored goodbye and now this is the typical unfriendly street that doesn't give you back your balance upstairs, fourteenth floor maybe she will breathe a sigh...

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"Well, I'm sorry but this is boring and your list of fines, it's got me snoring and I don't mean to be ignoring you but pouring out my story won't make my driving less deploring so I guess what I'll admit is that some of these tickets are legit but I wish you would just...

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Their victorious voice peal: “We’ve grandly struck a deal! In many ways now real And worth a struck whisky seal!” But their joy others don’t feel, Dead sure that they often steal And wounds inflict that don’t heal; Victims prayer: his skin doesn’t peel The worst of them, their O’Neil Violence long the ticket for a meal, And...

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I received a ticket to the land of never happened, not knowing how to find its non-end I flew until landed on an eyelid, - you were standing still, then I thought, to be able to stand face to face, let”s carve the gate of the kissless, - we have eyes, we have, we flow into them like a river of milk, eye...

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