"tocked" poems
I was relaxed, and deep in thought
The type of talk that silence brought
When just in earshot it rocked,
tick tock
tick tock
"Must be a clock"
I told myself and resumed my thought
Though as the seconds passed I could not,
Despite the will with which I fought
Do to its incessant knock
Tick tock
Tick tock
I searched for the clock
Unable to find the train I sought
I grew more and more distraught
With each and every tick and tock
That find the clock, I could not
As the silence grew more fraught
With the knock,
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
I knew the pain of Lancelot
On and on it ticked and tocked
I cursed at the unseen dreadnought
It no longer merely mocked
But each and every tick and tock
Became an unseen onslaught
TICK TOCK
TICK TOCK
T'was 11 o'clock,
When my heart felt the gunshot
Though the shots I could not block
And on and on the bullets poured
Further into the fray I bored
Each foot a cinderblock
Weighed by war
I slowly walked
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
How I'd make it answer for
Alas
With little blood left to speak for Desperately I implored
"Restrain your hands that caused such gore;
We need not fight evermore!"
But when I heard the ceaseless knock
Tick tock
Tick tock
I new my words had been ignored
And slowly collapsed to the floor
****** and bludgeoned when I hit bed rock, I had still found no clock
But tick and tock it had forgot
The church bell rang t'was 12 o'clock,
Though mortal wounds the seconds wrought
I no longer was distraught
And as I lay in the hemlock
It occurred in my last thoughts
I would miss the beating knock
tick..., tock...
tick..., tock...
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
Turns a soft pirouette of finger end
Along the ridges of discs that make the spine
And I mark a period to end the sentence
Written upon soft skin
Smooth as a relaxed sigh that escapes parted lips
In a gentle exhale of seconds ticked off
One check (tick)
Two check ( tock)
I scribe to small of back where hollow forms
Letting tongue taste the salt of sweat glistening
Before a rise of hip curves to please eyes
Or palms that might erase dark windows staring back
At the blank gaze of face lost inside
The mirage of dreams
Three check (tick)
Four check ( clock tocked seconds rhyme)
With vowels moaned to the whisper of poems
Glyphed a slow summons of wrists gently turned
To show the veins that lie beneath as I bled softly
Along the nerves a simple thread of heartbeat
Rhythms show how a verse ends
A metaphor for the ribs caged
And stone to hold apart the looking glass world
Of Cheshire grins upon lips wet with wry spittle
Licked by tip of tongue
Breathes soft once upon times
To inhale the scent of amaryllis bloom
Gracing glass of its own with fair heads bloom
Petals of delicate hue opened vulnerable to bruise
Five check ( tick )
Six check ( toggle along mark of hands the tock)
I scribe soft to the end of line and pirouette fingers end
Marking a period again to end the simple words
Brushed upon a supple velum
And begin
Seven check (tick)
Second hands slow circles
Matching my own...
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
I thought,
That maybe, just maybe,
You were interested in the workings of my mind.
How it ticked and tocked.
Why the emotions ricked and rocked.
When the creations exploded out,
In a scurrying storm,
I acted insane;
Gloriously insane.
But yet,
The initial hope
And wear of my first-seen happiness
Has grown too tacky and lifeless
For the likes of you,
Because what I am?
What I have become, created and exposed
Through time and written notes?
You don't enjoy it like the way you used to.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
As sure as we arose in turn did the sun, and we knew it was all okay.
Time ticked, time tocked, past the windows of our skulls, and everything was still all okay.
We started to change in to something we hoped, but never desired to be and we fought it.
We fought it becuase that would no longer make everything okay.
We watched the moon ascend past the earth and the audience of the stars took their place, and again it was all okay.
We slept, and dreamt about wonders, and calmly smiled in our sleep all the while knowing that when we awoke again, everything would not be okay.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
I don’t want to know about your ex
Don’t want to know about your daddy
Or your ******** coworkers or customers
Or your catty friends
Stop
Tonight begins the future
Some believe a wall against your back
Creates desperation
But it can also spark urgency
Clear the phlegm of memory
It can protect
Your vulnerabilities
Focus your vision
When getting jumped
First thing you scan for is a car or wall
The fists and kicks might ****** down
From everywhere like stony blizzards
But the pain is peripheral
Not ethereal
You’ll have a chance to dodge and block
Stop
Tonight begins the future
A future empty of splinters/thorns/shards
Of muscle aches, fatigue, or tremors
Of gooey *** tar heroine, clunky *****
Dismembered torsos, sliced ears, dangling eyes
Red **** and blacker kisses
In turn I won’t burden you
With my ********
Won’t convert you into an airport carousel
I won’t unload
My unkempt baggage
Upon your frail façade
Turning turning turning
In circles
As weary passengers shuffle
To and fro
Frantically
Beneath buzzing phosphorescent
Stop
Tonight begins the future
Open and free
Like air over mountains
Like clocks un-tocked
Like silence hovering around the corner
A seed buried in ****** soil
A dream light has yet to touch
Tonight begins our future
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 5:53 PM UTC
My grandfather's watch went
Tick-tick-tock
Serving as my constant comfort.
Even when his heart had stopped,
His watch still tick-tick-tocked.
Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 12:30 PM UTC
The first time I got my heartbreak
Things jumped out of place
Time felt so long as it tick-tocked
Tears got out of hand it went to be the river
It was my first time getting rejected
I had no idea it would leave a void
After all I never regretted any
As if you were my last choice
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
(Haiku-10w-Haiku)
/:/::/:\::/_____ ____ __||||||
Clock tick-tocked...rain poured
.....my mind swayed...a pendulum
........in the wide dim sky ...
~~~
.....thunder kindly hummed low,
.........hand, tapping, tipping
....my bubbly wineglass
~~~
i stood....stomped my feet
...then, entered an open gate...
there.................i met my fate...
Sally
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
April 27, 2018
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC
I (my love) am in you. I
(My sweet) can feel you still.
My feet remember the steps
Inward to kiss. Inside the shelter
Of your arms, I am in you.
Time cannot fade what love
Is felt like, truest dear.
Though hours- time) tick-tocked, I am in you
(You in me.) It is honesty,
In what I say. (Baby,)
I have lost your way.
Jun 29, 2012
Jun 29, 2012 at 11:36 PM UTC
I flipped and flopped
And i flopped with the flip.
Heart fluttering silence
as I keep my candles lit.
Because the wax never molded
and the burn never fit.
I carry my flame that came from the hottest of pits.
Life ticked and it tocked
and i mocked every bit.
Until the sounds my from my mouth
seemed to mimic all of it...
Like I laid in every ditch or fulfilled every wish.
And I wish that it didn't have to rise like this,
as I sit and it hits.
I am a collision with an abyss.
My eyes blurred then they rendered the vision of a corrected pretender.
Here I am, perfecting the walk of the sender.
You could put my mind in a blender and i would still remember
that the blade is my center.
I have been spinning around this whole time; we should dance.
When was the last time you took a chance?
I want you to advance into my hands,
and i will keep you warm like all the grains of sand
on summer's hottest day.
We will watch it fade away into something bigger than what our eyes could ever lay or play on.
The question is will you stay or will you go?
I hope these words soon engulf all of your
brightest hopes.
Please, promise to stay awoke.
-L.G.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 3:10 AM UTC
He leaves his house due to the sound of the clocks ticks and tocks.
The clocks ever reminding him of time slipping by
Days roll off like breaths in a short walk around the block.
This man is over tocked.
It has become his tick.
His mind locks up
with the sounds of tick and tock
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 8:32 AM UTC
A silent trap ensnared my life,
my head felt pulverised,
a stolen voice and lifeless limbs,
left me perplexed and paralysed.
I sat in frightened endless wait
confused and petrified.
I could not shout nor dial
for help
I simply lay and cried.
I woke, still broke, to a familiar
call,
with sense and rhyme inverted.
No indicators flashed this change,
life's path strangely diverted.
But this was not a yellow wood,
For I never had a choice.
If I had, I'd have called their names,
rather than mouth in silent voice.
They looked at me confused and shocked,
a mother disconnected.
No thoughts, could escape this shell
with mind still unaffected.
Shuttled there in flashing blue
hospitalised intervention,
with medicated urgency,
testing a failing comprehension.
But I'd lain long in darkened time,
and missed that magic hour,
the minutes gone forever,
tick-tocked in rescinded valor.
My symmetry from right to left,
had left muscle withered fading.
I felt their gentle massaged touch
too late for caressed salvation.
I've seen their hurt at losing me
or that part of me that mattered.
My life has been frozen still,
but theirs has sadly shattered
I lie here, long night and drawn out day,
moving, unfortunately assisted,
my internal struggle to communicate
leaves doubts I once existed.
The years this stroke has stolen
and drip-dried a mother's tear,
has wounded deeply, this mortal coil,
filled my tomorrows with shades of fear.
A silent trap ensnared my life,
no one could interfere,
but when you visit, please talk to me,
lest you forget, I'm still in here.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 3:59 AM UTC
It were as if the stars perched consistently atop rafters on Mars
Yet they knew nothing of the silken night’s scars,
luminescent and mirrored in moon rays, such sparse
planetary alignments fine tuned with universal regard.
Elegance snuck a glance at the immediacy of my gut’s stance,
suggesting celestial semblance in your dance be cancelled,
lest bile be spilled, silence, by chance, killed
all for the sake of the trampled
Clock tocked out of stock leaving ticks in her spot
as the alarm beat us back into orbit,
we forgot the words of the day said to do what we ought
as sneaky fate intertwined herself behind my forehead
Often, my sighs are laden with listlessness
in such stillness, eyelids flit with a bliss-less shift
ill-fit shadows cast off dimly lit lanterns kissed
the dimming mechanism behind my lids
fused itself to the plaster
ladders wrought with rusted rungs
lead on to open doors as laughter
bubbled while stairwells warped by weather’s withdrawals,
slunk slowly across the floor
in the stillness
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
my fingers won't be enough
to count the times i wanted to leave
for when times were too rough
i did not know what to believe
is life a gift
or is it a curse?
i saw all of them drift
and none of it hurt much but yours.
for i wanted to leave and escape
if i could drive to heaven
i'd do it happily and safe
and the clock tick tocked eleven:eleven.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
If I could be
a bubble
burst
fluid
flow
beautiful.
If I were here
in the
air
lucent
show
eternal.
If time stood still
the ticker
tocked
seconds
stopped
immortal.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
Maybe some credit
Is far due
In saying
For I've ticked and tocked
And had people walk all over me
I'm still living proof
That I'm not just a goof
I probably can't do maths
My hands shake in class
I talk pretty big
my size is a twig
But understand this
If I go
You'll have zilch.
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 8:18 AM UTC