#tickle
New growth born out of old growth
Longer thicker roots
The ends touch the sky
And tickle the clouds apart
So smart
Holding onto the gound
I see further and for longer
My bones both harder and stronger
My days are longer
My eyes are sad not blue
And so very true
I bend to you when i can’t stand
I stand up to you when i refuse to bend
But in the end
I just want to be your friend
Until the bitter end
……….
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 9:08 PM UTC
Derelict recondite
alone and Hemorrhaging.
nocturnal ebullience,
sporadic . Effulgent ,
Paltry
surreptitiously vacuous and limpid
to deliquesce upon perspicuity at its core
abhorrent , perhaps surreptitious assuredly altogether banal.
Marginal, salacious nominal not liminal.
decrepit cerebral palimpsest.
Sesquipedalian abstrusity .
Obumbrated syllogism stochastically innervated.
Berated lugubriously .
Masticated openly opaquely supercilious
mellifluous synergy extirpated redundantly.
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 2:52 AM UTC
A poem is like a tickle,
it gives both joy and pain:
with blissful tears and tearful giggles,
you'll read that poem again.
A poem is like a damaged heart in need of surgery:
a cut that heals,
a line that leaves a scar
along your heart.
Francie Lynch
From his portrait on HelloPoetry.com
https://hellopoetry.com/francie-lynch/
Feb 17, 2024
Feb 17, 2024 at 1:46 PM UTC
trickling down cheeks
the beads of sweat gather on chins
jaw lines glisten
chalk on asphalt
contenders equidistant, soon to be unison
two of them
racing
each reach for the first to get
to the line
a place for few of them
bronze rusts, and silver runs
but nothing like us
off that starting gun
all at a chance
to watch the refs
wave the flags
and decide a winner
go for gold
outside the champion's circle
are shoulders cold
if you don't give it all
you're no pro
you're an amateur
a beginner, 1st in show
May 23, 2021
May 23, 2021 at 2:00 AM UTC
They , the grass carps
eat away the algae of my brooding from the pond of my feelings.
Like painters , they paint the blank canvases of my life with unforgettable sweet and beautiful moments by their delicate and innocuous jacose paint brushes.
Tickling me with loads of laughter by their innocuous hilarious acts is their shadow.
Folding the tender age of the two little beauties into my palms for ever is my fantasy and living with their childhood memories shall be my ice cubes on my burning wounds.
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 6:47 AM UTC
You learned
How to touch
Without a finger
By whispering
Into my ear
It kind of
Tickles
Like
Baby cat
Whiskers
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 3:07 PM UTC
There is a trend of a chain hanging off a man's neck
Tickling the face of the girl underneath him
But you don't wear jewelry
You don't need to with me
Your hair tickling my face is all I need
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 11:50 AM UTC
In a sea of umbrellas,
There are waves of people,
Collecting the little ones
rippling through puddles.
With wellie boots on,
making a splash
As raindrops tickle
Their noses.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC
Winter lass shows off,
Her icicle diamonds;
Cold fingers tickle
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 3:09 PM UTC
There you are,
I can barely see you
Lost in the fog
On the other side of the platform.
How did we miss the connection?
Why are you standing over there?
You are so far away from me.
You ran away quickly
I watched in slow motion
As you darted behind my rainbow
To your familiar darkness.
Radiating my light
Turned you to dark stone
A mere statue that stood frozen
In the halls of my memory.
Could barely grasp your ticklish flesh
As you disappeared into smoke
**** mirages
A private oasis for you alone.
I could not reach you
As the smoke took you to safety
From my colorful world
My rainbow connection.
For just a moment
I felt the smile of friendship
Your numbness wiped the smile away
Put us to sleep in an instant.
Two ships
Choppy waves
Tickling caresses
Laughter for you
Tears for me.
We passed each other in the night
On the internet highway
On the end of a phone line
On the other side of a table
On a spinning carousel of anxious feathers.
The pain is so familiar
Like an airport farewell
A wave from the train station
The hello turned goodbye.
So, tell me again,
How did we miss the connection?
Where do feelings go
When the train speeds away?
Copyright 2018 Stacey Handler
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC
The mere wiggle of my fingers
The stroke of a feather
And it all begins.
First there’s the tickling
Then there’s the tears
the ship leaving my emotional ocean
you leaving me empty,
feather still in my hand.
Connection of joy
Laughter, squirming flesh
Togetherness briefly
Pain wickedly lingering.
Tickling stains the moment
Tears stain my cheeks
Your exiting footsteps quickening their pace
My heart slowly sinking.
As the tickling ends
Your coldness begins
A faucet abruptly turned off
A story with pages torn out.
Echoing laughter remains,
I wipe away my tear stains
As you vanish into the dust.
2018 Stacey Handler
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 9:16 PM UTC
heart is pumping
you grab my waist
a tickle fight begins
and "just friends" end
as you tickle my lips
with your kisses
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
Pins 'n' needles jagging my leg
A feel of a centi, crawling with a wag
Walking has become a task at this point
My legs decided to give me a cramped joint
With a sip of hot coffee or so
I hope to be fine and ready to go
But this clumsy weather is not in my favor today
Please wind, blow this prickly tickle away
Pins 'n' needles leave me alone
My heart is already damaged think of your own
You are uninvited and painfully unknown
Dreadful stings, a feel only felt, not shown...
©sim
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 6:49 AM UTC
Pollinating a red flower in a frenzy, a blue butterfly ruminates:
"This act,a prompt, nature coincides with time,is hardly appreciated"
"You tickle me, in a way I haven't known ever,Yes, I love it"
twitching involuntarily the flower seems to hold on to that moment.
" After all, we couple in the interest of posterity, let's not forget"
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC
your name tickles my tongue
lips quivering like it stung
hidden message in my eyes
to know that if my heart breaks
it shouldn't be a surprise
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC
Your lips speak to me
even when still,
your eyes soothe me
like a sleeping pill.
Your body shivers me
like leaves of fall,
but 'tis your soul
which tickles me
most of all.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC
was it the ocean waves calling?
or was it your heart beating?
was it the little ***** tingling?
or was it your fingers tickling?
but it didn't matter which was it
cause I fell in love with them all
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 6:17 AM UTC
Indian people are very traditional,
Still they will move with the trend,
Few Indians will often be bipolar.
First they tickle you the hardest,
As bad to trickle down your tears,
Then they change all of a sudden.
Let their fickle-minds deceive you,
You let the sickle-minds hurt you,
Such examples are there but few.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
The soft caressing,
The deep,
Slow, breathing,
I want you.
The tickle of
The air,
Coming from the fan,
Hold me tighter.
Plush, moist lips,
Pressed
To my head,
Kiss me.
I want to feel you,
Wrapped
Around me,
Loving me harder.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC
I remember how your head rested on that cushion.
I remember how your breath tickled my ear,
when you kept me near.
I remember how your eyes remained closed
while I was looking at you.
I remember how your arm rested on my stomach
to keep me warm.
I remember how it felt to hold you tight.
To have your arms around my fragile body.
And I remember the way you fit into my bed,
into my life
and very soul.
The moment, when the last bit of your smell
is removed from the pillow you slept on,
is the moment when I feel alone.
And now
that I miss you the most,
you seem to be gone.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
"How does a flower move"
When wind does not blow,
Stalk
Petals
Pollen
Released, sprinkled
Upon the ground below,
Does it dance for the sun
Energy
Food
Nourishment
From above and below
People ask
"How does a flower move"
"When wind does not blow"
"Simple"
Its worms tickling its
Gentle roots, many tickling in one go,
Its pollen falling is its laughter
Seeding the floor below
So when you see
Trees
Bushes
Flowers
Gyrating, moving with out wind,
Know its those naughty playful worms
Slithering, tickling there sensitive roots below..
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
you take my breath away
like that dense soccer ball
that was punted to my stomach
in the fourth grade
i like the way you tease me
and drag your cold fingers
across the small of my back
just to get the tingles
i like the way you touch
and pull at my shorts
and tear at my shirt
so that the holes expose my goosebumps
i like the way you play with my hair
and tug it when we
get ***** on the grass
just a little yank
and the perfect way you hunch
thats what gets me the most
because it makes you like no one else
it makes you taste like you
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC