You have not seen what I have seen.
I have seen a girl
getting trampled with our spiteful words.
I have seen a girl
with her shields of soft nature
trying to cover all her peers
from getting blamed just like her.
It was her day, it was her show.
She was trying so hard
to keep everything like a gentle river's flow.
And we forgot how sweet, mild
and obedient she was so,
instead we kept nailing her
only with her mistakes.
But at the end of the day
when she took the stage,
she was a heavenly embodiment
of bright and sparkling light with laughter,
as if stars were laughing with her!
So restless and happy on that stage
just like the Tinker Bell,
it was a sight a thousand times
you can tell.
She was returning love and respect
to everyone, even the ones
who have hurt her with words
all day long....
most of the times uncalled for
and totally wrong.
That forgiving young girl on stage
forgetting all our vice....
showed me how to be a real loving,
forgiving human being....
and there was tears in my eyes.
(02.06.2024)
Hand in hand two sprites on a magic flight
with wings of crystal glass and fairy light
they flew, inside an abstract sky of white
wing to wing, one was nimble one was bright
Wearing taffet gowns of silky swishes
they were often flourishing their wishes
blessing all with benign hugs and squishes
tiny pixies, no bigger than mom's dishes
They were sent to baby rooms and wee ones
they shone like light from fifty golden suns
but every now and then they goofed all thumbs
and landed in a cabbage patch, oh crumbs !
they flew like Peter Pan and Tinker Bell
with magic wands to cast a spell, pell-mell
they scurried this way that and then oh well
they crazed it up and then they cast a spell.
Feb 26, 2023
Sponsor Eve Roper
Contest Name Nursery Rhyme
Once came a smart tinker to Baltimore
He peddled his pots near a dry-goods store
He hawked them all in one day
For whatever folks would pay
Then hurriedly left and came back with more.
written January 19, 2022
A Doll,
Broken, fragile, porceline
Cracked and flaking
A Jack in the Box,
Arms detached, missing eye
Still jumping to its song.
Peices of me falling to the floor.
A fragile toy sitting on its shelf.
Eyes viewing flying by, no beauty in whats broken.
Toy collector, Toy collection.
Thank you for seeing my worth.
Love to play with word
where the the therapist
becomes the rapist
love evolves love
me squared becomes a meme
Chagrined by a silent e
using silent phonetic letters
the gnome needs to know
without an a aplomb
remains the sane
A tinker I will always be
If it wasn't for that
A tinker I would never be
I build this
And I build that
I tinker my life away
When I found you
I wanted to tinker you
But you said
Not today
I will let you tinker me
On Sunday
I will wait to tinker her on that day
I will bring my tool
That was made especially
For tinkering you
Sunday is here there is tinkering to do
Today we will tinker all day
On Monday I will sleep the day away
For my tinkering will be all done on Sunday
Date; 12/28/2018
Contest Name: Tinker Taylor Poetry
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
TINKER A RICH MAN--A POOR MAN
how you a rich man
and you got a mortgage due
shouldn’t you be through
what you want to give
and why is it’s hard to live
shouldn’t you be true
I am a poor man
and I can hardly stand here
make it on my own
you’re torn and bitter
sworn to deliver nothing
must you pay taxes
difference tween a rich
man and a poor man is this
poor pay more taxes
and if the rich don’t
be very careful it’s hard
getting in heaven
a rich man a poor
man whose more likely to give
a hand downtrodden
12/21/18
Tinker, Taylor Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Here at the gate
Closure comes late
Be willing now
To live endow
Each man a fate
A certain date
Here for a while
Dare etch fond style
Day turns to night
Dare focus right
Be willing here
To love with cheer
Leon Enriquez
29 August 2018
Singapore
Words curl
Thoughts hurl
Mind games
Blunt blame
Odd think
Now links
Verge here
Sans cheer
Lift lot
Pry plot
Set free
Word spree
Verse chimes
New rhymes
Take heed
Lines seed
Tinker
Thinker
Leon Enriquez
13 August 2017
Singapore
Finesse knows well
To fashion tell
Thoughts in sure flow
Move what you know
Set your heart well
As mind casts spells
Look deeper still
To glimpse wise will
Tinker with lot
Spread ample plots
Play with fine feel
See how grace heals
Prize your sweet daze
Chance each new maze
Leon a Enriquez
18 March 2017
Singapore
Magically magical eyes,
Instigating skipped heart beats, while
Showcasing her own unique style,
Sparkle like the stars in the skies.
Truly, her beauty helps her rise
Instantly, carried by a smile,
Noticed from the furthest of miles,
Kept up on the highest of highs.
Exhuberant minds, hearts, and souls
Rise to the occassion, on wings
Built for angels with earthly goals.
Enchanting moments often bring
Levels of learned poetic roles,
Like the one that made my pen sing.
I watched
As the long winter shadows
Grew past the travelers on the green
Touching the tinker street stores
Like an actor in a play
The evening light dimmed
While the early night lights appeared
One by one by one
Lighting up
All the stores on Tinker Street
As I listened
To the sound of music and drums
Filter past the growing crowd
The local Tinker Street musicians
Gathered once again
For another evening’s performance
All these things painted a picture
As I watched a mystical vision
Of shadows and visitors and musicians
And of course the townsfolk
Swirl and mix into the Woodstock night
It was flawless
The perfect country street
Magically remembering its roots
And passing them on
During a dreamy cool wintry night
All to the delight
Of Tinker Street
A pint size spit fire that you are.
A wreckless goth chic with a permanent scare.
She fought all the girls and half the guys.
broke more than a nail and never cries.
A loveless girl so mad at love.
When ya ask for a hug she'll
just give ya a shove.
At only seventeen she's a way better
drinker.
Most call her trouble .
But we just know her as tinker.
Loves poetry in dishing out pain.
talks lot of trash. And hits like a train.
Just joinned the hells angels.
I think this girls insane.
After she hit me with that tire iron
im really not much of a thinker.
Hell knows no fury.
Like a seventeen year old spitfire
called Tinker.
Dedicated to the real life Tinker Id say your name
But I like breathing to much.
Have you ever
Tinkered with a crowd
You have to speak up loud
Ring a bell or
Toot your horn
Blow your whistle or
Beat your drum
Sing a song or
Just hang out
Enjoy your laughter or
Kick box your way out
To meet the unthinkable
Another great Sumo Wrestler,
In this crowd
A careful nonchalance she holds,
She dances on her twinkle toes.
Spin round faster, her hand she flicks...
No sleeve has she, but she has tricks.
Your eyes shall dart from here to there...
She acts as if she has not a care.
It seems she flies where the wind does blow,
In truth SHE tells IT where to go.
Lilies float about the pond,
They compliment her hair of blond.
She basks upon them all the time,
The sun all on her faces does shine.
Mystically she runs along,
In your heart she'll play a song.
What she has is not quite joy...
Look so sweet, seem so coy.
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.