#pickle
Little little did I know
I was caught unprepared
And I wouldn't lie, you know
It is a truth, no one can deny
That I was in a pickle,
A real pickle, you see
And I didn't know what to do
So I just stood there, like a fool
Jun 18, 2023
Jun 18, 2023 at 12:20 AM UTC
I can be so **** fickle.
Get into situations that end so sour.
Sweet memories turn bitter.
Always craving to be forever green,
but then fear any routine.
Changing my flavor so fast like I've been pickled.
And now I’m an acquired taste.
I like it, but I know not many do
and most importantly you.
For you, vinegar reeked of betrayal.
I always knew you hated pickles.
Now you cannot stand the sight of me.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC
I'm trapped.
I'm trapped in a bottle.
Its got an engine, and goes full throttle.
There is nothing stopping this bottle, one day it will hit a wall, smash. now a billion pieces of glass with me in the middle, free of my pickle.
Bleeding but pleasing, now I can die.
I didn't survive.
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
I remember gravel
crunching under feet,
sun beating down
a sea of heads. At a booth,
we were offered advice on cleaning
products and chamois.
We walked passed fake gardens,
pet prized-winning sheep,
soared overhead on the sky tram.
My parents bought me a pickle
from the pickle man. Large,
juicy, plump, thick, delectable...
My tiny hands wrapped around it;
my lips ******* delicious juice,
nibbling meaty flesh.
When they’d take it away,
I’d throw a fit; cry.
___They should’ve known then.___
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
Life is like a pickle, it starts out with no imperfection.
But when surrounded, by other pickles, it becomes something that pregnant woman crave.
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
A man had a gun for a mouth,
and it was hard for him to see the safety,
his tongue only made things go south,
he could not reach,
He didn't have many friends,
those he did wore kevlar,
None would wait, in the end,
and he dug his own grave,
He worked alone for good reason,
his situation made teamwork unbearable,
he hunted when it was in season,
his mouth, the only thing needed,
He could score a date quite well,
women flocked to his sight,
"What a barrel!", his looks could sell,
conversation was never alright,
His wife was a shield, a maiden of honor,
they worked quite well, nail to hammer,
where she was his mouth, he was her bomber,
ready to strike at the first threat,
His child, the only love in his head,
at birth so strong,
his son had arms of lead,
What carries on is molded by the past,
the fruit grows and ripens,
Until it meets it's last
moment here and the gun gets dim,
God is the creator, but death always wins
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 1:56 AM UTC
It's where I sit
Between the bases
I'm always high
And full of directional changes.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 11:59 PM UTC
When do you know when you're all grown up?
Does someone send you a letter
Or does it come in a dream
Maybe it takes a knock to the head to realise it
I am stuck in between an age of
Wanting to grow older
Yet stay this young forever
Quite a pickle, ain't it?
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 1:49 PM UTC
tangy taste of pickle
with hot white fluffy rice
from your rice cooker
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC
Tickle my feet they stink \)\(\)\(\)\(\)\(\) my name is pickle
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
It was quite a pickle,
I have to say.
It haunted me,
Both night and day.
You may believe
One's never scary-
But this pickle had me
Very wary.
My friends they said
"For HEAVEN'S sake,"
The pickle's only
A piece of cake!"
So they went ahead
And took a slice
Now they could see
It wasn't nice
A rather bitter taste
It did supply
A rather salty cake-
Their mouths were dry
And without water
(The pricy job,
Of digging a well)
They began to sob
See this did nothing
But deepen their thirst
This pickle of mine
Was one of the worst
They were awful busy,
They wouldn't chat
So I stayed to talk
To my hairless rat.
And it had me concerned
That the pickle had me beat
And would run off with my tongue
Down Mountainview Street
He said the pickle would make me
A fool in this town
This thing would convict me
So I swallowed it down.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
I feel like a pickle in jar.
Drowning in salty tears.
Waiting on a shelf for
someone to want me.
To drag me out of this
lonely jar and take a bite
of my tear soaked body.
I am waiting for someone
to tell the difference between
a cucumber and a pickle.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
Pickley Nickel, you smell like a shoe,
Pickley Nickel, you make me go poo.
Pickley Nickel, how is your day,
Pickley Nickel, I really must say,
Pickley Nickel, please go away.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 9:39 AM UTC