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Tile Poems - Poems about Tile


Premium Member A Tile Tale
From his feathered bed a crown upon his head The little king held court the animals did cavort With the tilt of his hand he struck up the band The fiddler sprang to his feet with playful notes, he did repeat The music calling every child to sing and dance ~ be wild When the moon said “enough” the king went into a huff The fiddler...

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Categories: tile, children, fantasy, humor, imagination,
Form: Couplet
Hisser Tile
Aite and Dolos have whispered instructions.Her words wish me to deceive him. Then Aite said to Dolos. He will gain nothing and his ruin shall make Zeus smile. Dolos are you worthy of trust? Dolos don't ruin my plans. That even a God can't trust you. Might you conspire to have Aite's plan ruined, I may curse you before Zeus and speak I'll of...

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Categories: tile, art, devotion, extended metaphor,
Form: Ballade



Do You Get My Tile Till
When does it become new and when is it not Knot nots the muscle in my mind Memories of the future If s become is turning laughs to s (has) been circumnavigating the out thought box changing all the locks Stand in the dampened night flogged by raindrop tendrils Bristled air rushes by like unreleased rasps of drags from past Darkness tastes of silence and words inside rage against the war where...

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Categories: tile, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Crazy Tile Job
I laid tile on floors quite a bit But questioned the distribution When the job I ended up with Was in a mental institution When I walked in, the first thing I saw Was a girl laughing and slapping her head A man motioned for me to come over I was glad and hanging on by a thread The guy had...

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Categories: tile, humor, jobs, life, places,
Form: Quatrain
Free Cee Four Junkies On Porcelain and Tile To Defile
PORCELAIN AND TILE TO DEFILE FOUR JUNKIES You cannot imagine what I see Unless you are exactly like me Friends like yours die and that’s the rub But many of mine have died in my bathtub Just two junkies sitting together on porcelain and tile There to defile the temple of my body I read about in some Biblical babble or...

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Categories: tile, angst, betrayal,
Form: Concrete



Drops On the Tile
sometimes, good things pass spilling like wine from a glass you hurry to contain it too fast and you miss the drops on the tile although, I take it slow looking for secrets of you I don't know the extinguishing inner glow disguised by moonlight reflecting on what I see and all you've given to me doubt now plants a seed in a vision that was...

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Categories: tile, introspection, love
Form: Monorhyme

Book: Reflection on the Important Things