Tickled Poems - Poems about Tickled

... poet, you called me? oh no - that’s not I ... there's truly just ONE he writes ‘pon the sky of sunsets and stars of space without end ......Read the rest...

...Me very late mum, a funereal day... courtesy latitudinarian, nonestablishmentarian, sexagenarian, and Unitarian son and modest mastermind maven maverick. Another anniversary of her death occ......Read the rest...

...A flattened rose mumbles An old cracked button chuckles Tickled by a 2nd place ribbon In the corner a tattered doll weeps Comically consoled by a one-eyed bear Ballet slippers long for a pointed......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Attic room paint, musty gray-blue fallen stars, moon's silver hues fairytale clutter, brother’s treasure map ......Read the rest...

... All the long and lonely winter, hearts beckon with wishes for Spring. Chilled beneath a blanket of snow, deep dark and cold, echoes of a robin's warble and fleeting dreams of hazy mornings g......Read the rest...

...a gigglephant and giraffalaugh in a junglement’s delight did swing on a vine most of the time but today decided to fight set to did they but laugh did they and tried with all their might then......Read the rest...

...Pretty delicate soft and beguiling A visually grand relished feast Instantly upon sighting Floods our soul with adulation and appreciation A rush of serotonin Ellicites pleasantly aroused awake......Read the rest...

.... Oh my to be blessed to watch their pink swell out Ahhh yesss......Read the rest...

...I'd never seen the sun shine so bright And a sky so vibrant blue The sweeping meadow green was so lush Until the day I first laid my eyes on you Creation suddenly burst into ultra technicolour ......Read the rest...

.... Are you reading me Great thus mine eyne you see not Not important ......Read the rest...

...Mud Ice cold Slithering Squishy welcome Tickled by the worms Softening Winter’s edge Cheering the Jonquils sunrise Awakening the pond turtles Harbinger of Spring’s latent beauty Soothing the......Read the rest...

...Curtains flutter over the nursery sill, Waiting for their mother to find The coverlet tossed aside, hanging still, Patiently expecting mother to right the spill, The beds, empty, the windows, t......Read the rest...

.... You've tickled mine Pen's Think your pretty twisted look a......Read the rest...

.... don't let me see it in particular naked I CAN'T HEAR YOU don't incite ......Read the rest...

...Growing out of childish pranks, With the storm and stress of turbulent teens, I locked within my mind’s cupboard, A portrait vaguely sketched, but never finished. Rough it was, though......Read the rest...