"tyred" poems
He cast off his clothes
and his soul he laid bare
as he knelt with his nose
to the floor in prayer
then someone mistook
his crack for a rack
and parked the front wheel
of their bicycle there...
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC
rich begat rich
forget the rest
societal nepotism
reserved for the best
bias uncrossed
infinite regress
poor plied
into poor piles
segregated
made less
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
Damage or repair,
so often tyred of life.
It's constant wear and tear,
going round in circles of fear.
But that's life for us all, so **** wheel.
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 12:13 PM UTC
Give me some adderal
Would it be worth it?
For once to pay attention
To start observing
When you never gave a dime to me
Ignoring
The shrine I built in the likeness of you
Unnoticed glory
I built it with glass and held it together with glue
Your amazing on the outside
But you're so transparent
As soon someone throws a stone
You lose your whole foundation
Won't let someone too close
Afraid the ground will start shaking
When you tremble; and knees get weak
I look at you, and I see a piece of me
Walking away
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
Now I beat my brow, and how.
She wrote this on her arm in the poetry workshop.
Poetry? That will never amount to apple crumble- a mumble, from a passer by.
Whose eye twinkled. Answer me. Whose eye twinkled?
It spake of the forlorn and well worn wristbands from picnics with wistful bands.
Coherent thoughts in liquorice all sorts
Amount
In the end
To noughts.
And crosses
on hot buns in the local bakery.
That one's spelt bread, b-r-e-a-d.
A whole army fed,
On the pep of a rally to charms,
Sound the warning alarms.
******** alert.
On the winding country roads,
Squishing toads
***** nilly.
What's that?
Too tired to think?
Two-tyred, so blink
“And you're there in a jiffy”
Said the giraffe,
For the laugh.
There are children there
And also, every which and where,
Boy do they stare
Unaware,
Without the slightest inkling of the remorse
That we learn to impinge in our gaze
An apology for existence,
“Just coincidence”
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
I’m feeling old, I’m feeling sick and tired
I hate these people and I hate this town
My car has broken down yet newly tyred
I think I’m gonna burn this mother down
I’m gonna dress up and dry all bars out
I’m gonna win the Tori Spelling Bee
I’ll be like “Britney ***** I’m in Blackout
I’m gonna open my heart with a key
I’m gonna share my love and share my body
You ain’t no ********** ‘till someone paid you
I’ll be the Mary, Jesus, I embody
I am the Burning Paris: ***** I made you
I am not shady, I am simply fierce
Tonight I’m hungry, hairy, hot, and *****
Tonight I’m gonna drink blood, sweat, and tears
For all the ***** and **** with their crowns thorny
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 2:08 PM UTC
I'm like a wheel missing a spoke...
wobbly and tyred
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 9:58 AM UTC
Once the dust has settled, and the last few have been picked off.
The people that have lasted this long have no hope.
A light shines down on their tyred faces.
It is Jesus and his angels.
he goes to them and talks to the people.
but little did they know this was not Jesus, this was evil.
as the outer skin of the holy being starts to melt away, away from the red bones and burnt flesh of the underlying shell.
it is Satan our lord our savour. they try to run and hide from the powerful beast that is laughing inside.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 8:31 PM UTC
Cars
Bikes
Buses
Vans
Most other road legal vehicles...
get it?
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
Hey there, pretty poet
Since you're here
You feeling tyred?
Need a break?
Welp, buckle up!
Cause' we're gonna roll!
(Hope you don’t brake into fits putt-putt-putt!)
Whether it's on the long run,
or just a minor tummy ache,
we got your rear!
Cough, cough
Now, let's change views
Or we might just get wheelie out of tow-pick!
Aah, the evening sky!
Earthereal as ever!
I’m falling for its beauty!
Why don't you log a jog!
Don't worry, we'll be rooting for you!
(Just don't fern-get the packet of dove-ritos I asked for)
Whew! Talk about a cherry over the top!
I think you’ve got some abs baking in your oven, hot-pot!
Bet you're hungry!
Don't beat around the bush,
Just cut to the cheese!
I’m an eggs-pert cook, y’know!
Holy guacomoli! Don’t stare at me with those plumpy-eyes!
Just listen to my porks for now,
It’ll crack you up.
Okay, that was fan-tabulous!
The food? Mwah! Tele-iciois!
Words can't desk-cribe my love for it~
Anyways, I think it’s about
Time we wrap it up!
Take a seat, ***
And list-en to what I say,
Before you bunk down
You are loved
You are chaired
Sometimes, it might be hard
to comp-rehend things,
But that's okay,
It'll work out!
Don't forget,
From clearing up the mess
To express-ing your thoughts,
We've got you covered!
Because
In this world of atomic stars,
You matter!
And in our hearts,
Of a bonfire of love
You are always home.
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 8:12 AM UTC