Tick Poems - Poems about Tick

...The past is like a nightmare Only tale's left for the ears of the dead!!! dead man tale no tale As eye are blind to see through the The lenses Of tomorrow and what it brings As days hang......Read the rest...

...Something in her voice that had me tick Curvilinear edges on her face A smile that smiled Lips that spoke charm A face kindred to the moon Her body screamed seduction A goddess of attrac......Read the rest...

...There’s a wood tick in my cellar He be knocking at my door There’s a bunch of them on my tummy wall I count at least twenty-four One is biting my ankle, it is screaming out in pain That is wha......Read the rest...

...Accustomed to be the sunshine of the sun, Attuned to catch up with all the fun, Worn myself, all to gain love from trust, While may this be true, it all is just nothing, A piece of paper driven t......Read the rest...

...The views and opinions herewith extemporized to spur discourse with me, or to be mindful when exercising the right to vote in the country of your existence, which expressed intimation predicated upon......Read the rest...

...The weeds have sheathed the garden from its care as more nails than wood appear of a house lacking adjectives. A sun liberated from scathing entrapment amongst an overburdened forest whose boughs are......Read the rest...

...The gun seems gun-shy in this space where deer hides hang on rustic walls and granddad-tick-tocks beat, instead of hearts in hollowed skins. The gun a “trophy-bagger” in its rack, a loud-mo......Read the rest...

...The Walls… The Walls… The Walls… How they look upon me. Their eyes, Once so bright and filled with light, Are now dark with dead of night. I can hear them Creaking, Speaking to me as they......Read the rest...

... All day the wind has tormented the trees, causing branches to whip and bend. There is an anger let loose, loud in its haste to rip and destroy what is vulnerable. Spider webs woven last......Read the rest...

...Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga..., crafted when Wallace and Gromit returned from their trip to the moon, which I can prov-olone huck curd (within Trump con feta ration) – as......Read the rest...

... Written: May 14, 2023 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Your dewdrops are bedazzling on dunes, Hides enticing sparks so haphazardly fumes. Your eyes, akin to honey......Read the rest...

...Skin of Terror - Daniel Henry Rodgers (Lights slowly rise on Michael. His face, etched with worry lines, is illuminated by the faint glow of ......Read the rest...

... My internal clock is a bane to me waking me from dreams of paradise thrusting me into life's stark reality not allowing sleep when closing my eyes No matter how many hours of sleep I need ......Read the rest...

...I've toiled in shadows, my hands calloused and worn, Laboring silently, my spirit tattered and torn. For the promise of pennies, I've bent my back low, While the masters of plenty reap what I sow.......Read the rest...

...Time vanishes grandma said Where does it go? Queried her grandson Totally unsure, but it is gone quickly Ticking away, tick, tick, tick I tried to hold on to a minute once But it could not be do......Read the rest...