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Tics Poems - Poems about Tics


Tennis Tics
One player bounced the ball 8 times Before he hit each serve And many grunt on every shot Which gets on my last nerve. My favorite has his own routine Which smacks of O.C.D. – He tucks his hair behind his ears, Which everyone can see… And then adjusts his clothing, The exact same way each time. It may appear annoying, but, In tennis, it’s...

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Categories: tics, people, sports,
Form: Rhyme
Facial Tics
even though you keep your lips closed you're speaking for me but it's not some sort of trickery or witchery but from where i'm sitting on your knee some sort of slight of hand but your fingers tickle my test results that i've always known that it's naturally enlarged so no harm no foul while i'm still your dummy and after the act you will ex actly put me back in the case you keep locked so all my talking stays...

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Categories: tics, muse,
Form: I do not know?



Rum-An-Tics, Ro-Man-Tics
Rum-an-tics, Ro-man-tics Rum-an-tics, ro-man-tics So-lu-tion, trans-la-tion, Drink vodka coolers Sis would not drink a touch, She’s not an ignorant fooler Bless her sweet heart smoother, Hope she’s around for Forty more years or more, She is the best sis in the west If she could help anyone in duress, Her magical feelings and heart Is so invigorating and pure of heart, There’s no one like her, only wish I...

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Categories: tics, appreciation, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
Uncontrollable Tics
We live life in fear of the unknown, Scared of the inconsistency and judgmental ways of this world, what if you literally could not help the actions you committed, and instead of living life day to day you must live by the second, like a NBA team in triple over time.. shouts,screams, eye twitches galore, ...

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Categories: tics, beautiful, cheer up, courage,
Form: Free verse
Tics Grow Dreams
Slamming back from a pedigree Feather weights accentuate Dodge and dart, meditate Throw down the majesty Standing statue to lumbering birds Grotesque reflects off the shin bone Moses parting the red sun Hauling banquets with captors Captives sling up the frozen masters Atomic beats streaking spleens Intestinal with pesicide, the tics grow dreams Split to dull gather, sending cinders...

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Categories: tics, angst, animals,
Form: Free verse




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