Tics Poems - Poems about Tics

...Psychologically still thirteen Ordinarily meaning pre Internet days familiarization with me would entail bringing the avid listener into my private mancave hideaways less a physical place th......Read the rest...

...I look outside my window and stare Is it me that feels so unaware? My head spins lightly moving the pieces I move them around make masterpieces The world outside glooms so unkind I want to ......Read the rest...

...Closer the clock tics tuesday down the metal corridors smooth wind and calling voices rush wet and dark beside me an open door has the last eager bre......Read the rest...

...ain’t it strange the human brain ~ as an organ itself can feel no pain stab it slice it smash it to bits ~ will feel not a thing but spasm and fit yet brains process that nagging itch ~ for......Read the rest...

...The government owes me an apology and a poets minimum wage. I should like to spend other people’s money. I checked myself for ‘white privilege’ and found none. I think it’s going to be a fine......Read the rest...

...I dig a spur of the moment into the feral flanks of a rocking horse. I belong to the stars and the wide-open anywhere. My heart belongs to Molly Maguire a colleen from the low bog country. N......Read the rest...

...*Image of Many Meanings by KWC. Likeness ssenekiL: Part 1 (HOMONYMS: Homophones & Homographs) He'll heal his heel. They sow so they sew......Read the rest...

...A wintry sun blinks in and out. A clock shaped like a sunburst tic-toc's late, Saturday lolls in grungy time zones. Out in the hurrying scurry dragging half a poem around head down inside a ......Read the rest...

...In another few hours Sex and blood N murder Digging up bones A smear of mascara Digging up bones In another few hours As snow falls silently on stone The cooling engine tics The headlights......Read the rest...

...A man with a tender heart How can you find love And well when will it start Softly spoken yet stern Alas its love he's so yearns And yes there is bass in his bones A mild kindly......Read the rest...

...Learning to Breathe Just like any other, it usually, starts with just sitting still Except my mind is racing at free will My fingers tapping two by two, My breath gets shorter, “who are you?”......Read the rest...

...After reading a well-known poem I came away from it carrying certain words, planning to use them inside my own scribblings. When I tried that, my half-completed muse began to scratch itself......Read the rest...

...He speaks for the uprooted. A man of sorts, a twiggy Buddha. He who interprets the conferences of frogs, the unpublished works of kestrels and voles. He’s an advocate for the underbelly of a......Read the rest...

...First heard the call when three. Pet store said come and see and mommy did agree, every child should have a puppy. Wanted to get you all the toys, while blue still ok for boys, even got us pe......Read the rest...

...Everybody has some quirks To keep us sane – whatever works. These tics have, over time, accrued; To rein them in might spoil our mood. Some start in childhood – foods can’t touch Or nails get ......Read the rest...