Best Backflips Poems
As I sailed in a small ivory sailboat
on crystal blue waters.
The wind gently blew through my
mahogany hair.
Next, I saw dolphins doing backflips
out of the water causing a ripple
effect.
Then as I sailed some more I saw
a school of rainbow fish swimming
upstream.
Up above me, I saw a flock of birds
soaring high in the azure sky.
As the golden orb shined down on
me as I sailed adrift in the ocean
blue, on a Sunday afternoon.
03/06/2022
Contest: I Forms- Imagism
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
backflips, blue, ocean,
Form:
Imagism
Sidewalks and skate parks;
Old swimming pools drained.
Kickflips and split lips;
young ankles sprained.
Aerials and Varials
and being called a punk.
Tail taps and grip tape;
and tricks that take *****.
Exercise that is ramped up;
balance in a curve.
Backflips and Bearings
now don't loose your nerve!
Ollies and wallplants
it's no passing fad.
acid drops and nosestalls
Not just boys being bad!
Ramps under carports
and falling and pain.
Daring and doing tricks
again and again
Inclines; expression
and Five Oh grinds
Nollies and ledges
and friendship that Binds.
Go away Mr. Policemen: Just let us be.
Skateboarding is not a crime!
So let us Skate free!
Categories:
backflips, family, people, sports, urban,
Form:
Acrostic
Battle Rap With Brenda Chiri
Brenda Chiri don't try me
It's not old and told,
same gun, bullets roll,
pull it hole
strolling rhymes,
quick time,
literally laying these words at pace
while you take out a pen and paper
jotting down like a waiter,
rhymes to cater
couldn't be straighter,
down the line
the same constant whine
from the kind drinking wine,
out the bottle not the glass,
you aint got the throttle or the class
to spas alongside my asss,
I'll set you a task
watch you finish last,
dragging your handbag to bits,
alongside your sandbag tets,
I can do the splits and backflips,
you have splits in your hips,
see me now, I plough like magic,
your comebacks are plastic
made with fake fabric,
with laxative patches
you're like Bush giving a speech,
five letter words beyond your vocal reach,
needing a teacher like a freak,
I fight on the beaches,
I'll fight you and all your beaches,
egging you on,
like Brenda you strong
but your words make me mong,
so until next time for now I say to you so long.
Categories:
backflips, funny, giggle, hip hop,
Form:
Rhyme
I was only but a child
and to me, she was the littlest of bugs
within my tiny hands
I gave her the fragilest of hugs.
In my life I would experience
a similar range of emotions,
like gleaming at Niagara Falls
and watching my daughter do backflips in angelic motion.
But this day I do remember
as I examined my little friend
she had uneven black spots on a divided red shell
with one wing unfolded towards the left near end.
A miracle I imagined
that a lady bug would be in my hand
and that I may use my tiny fingers
to make her whole again.
My eyes wide open
and I just wanted to show my mom
to show her what nature brought me
that was absent of all sound.
To right the wing I puffed my lips
and blew it a little kiss
and to my amazement, she corrected herself
and flew away along with my childhood bliss.
Categories:
backflips, animal, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
“holy candle blues”
in the rust red sunset - angel brother bends his blown glass ear over the wall of eternity listening in on my sweet restless rathouse jam
she entered peeling story-caked walls riding a lightning broom swept me
out to half dippermoon bridge
we swung downtown where
waltzing heirs warmed six-figure derrieres above smorgasbord fires
I faked all the right questions into hell’s Paradise
panting at the emerald city ****** waiting beneath her olive skin gypsy thin cocktail feast
ignoring the runaway beast
and someone beamed—they make a great couple
as we sweat to god’s blistering last-chance desperate romance bugle call
my ragged sailor heart pirouetting out the hornpipe door over muddy cliffs
on the way down a devil in white linen gown serving dark red obsession wine flaming flambé soft brown coconut limbs
the fly doing backflips in a honey pot
over the lava baked sea
a million miles away
the moaning rusted ship creaked like a red infection begging to be freed from the last ripples in a skin game port
You knew all along prophet of the beautiful tracks
That my ramble played in a forest of doom
I surrender dear monk in the sad samba night
that wind pushed me mountains away
flushed me out of hiding in the prehistoric pubescent
road-burnt grotto
at the piano bar you played me like a thundering chord…till a
midnight candle grabbed the shades
and a fire came roaring down in flames
we crawled like god’s sweet snails to the clear-as-a bell day
glaring up to the dark blue smoke where a cherry red sunset angel rained wild woolen ashes down on love’s last twitch…applauding the singed curtain call
live! live! ... he cried from his bongo perch on heaven street
hot orange coals fading in the chilled breeze
words we’ll never speak again you and I
Unless fate has too much time to deal strange train cards
this harp strung midnight reverie
sad violins hijack innocent dreams and twist the arm of violet coated wishes
In my hidden dark room
holy candle blues…
whispers of sea wind blowing
Categories:
backflips, adventure, allegory, break up,
Form:
Elegy
Do mental somersaults and backflips to establish a message
Invisible thoughts of madness rebuilt no blemish the wreckage
And this impression of subconscious stability holds many debts
So aggressions like monstrous in a degree to pay respects
Removing pain built partitions without the builders permission
Recreating brains dimensions now more sculptured the decisions
Verbally breaking down the encryptions of the mind
Purposelly making sounds for descriptions to the blind
Trying to humbly bend over backwards let fly not innocence captured
Supplying calmly hand when their awkwards confidence easily fractured
Instantly universalise languages throughtout cities, villages and any mountain range
Mentally solidify the dangerous so they physically make the boldest change
If I could artistically revitalise this world of woe
The colors would stay but division would go
When my brush touches canvas there'd be words such as these
When these seeds dust the planet there'll be better trees
Sha'ntez Jefferson
Categories:
backflips, art, inspirational, life, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Acing awesome atomic axel jumps
Baffling backflips and butterfly jumps
Completing camel spins and cross strokes
Dance jumps, dance lifts and death spirals
Eclipsing extensions and edge jumping
Fearless heights for fan spirals and flying spins
Gracefully gliding across galactic ice
High-handed hydroblading holiday headliners
Icebreaking intensity involving idealistic idols
Jagged jump jabbing combos and sequences
Kicking back killer knockout maneuvers
Landing leg wraps and laudable lasso lifts
Music momentum for mirror skating moves
Negotiating nifty new nimble numbers
Orchestrating an opening outrageous act
Performing in front of passionate patrons
Quantum quality quadruple jumps
Rehearsed till radically racy and riveting
Striving for split jumps and split twists spread eagle
Traveling toe step and throw loop and triple flips
Winter gymnastics on ice eagerly awaited year to year
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Categories:
backflips, devotion, inspirational, motivation, passion,
Form:
ABC
Coming on home,
in a rain storm on the 4th of July,
watching the neon colors of explosions
blowing high up in the dark, purple sky
spraying joy and happiness with designs
of man's love and creation.
Coming on home to a place
that is warm in the heart,
but cold in the mind of harsh memories
and of brushed fingertips and slashed backs
and broken bones and snapped spines;
warm in the heart... coming home to my baby
whose been gone for way too long,
and it's time for her to come home now!
Coming on home with a suitcase full of nothing,
and a book full of nothing,
and shoes and pants and a shirt and jacket filled with nothing,
coming on home with nothing,
nothing... at all-
Brains full of nothing but wasted air
and a mind full of broken dreams and worries
that snap in a moment's notice
without hesitation break my own back and snap my fingers
and blind my eyes with lye and grin at me,
as I come on home to nothing-
Coming on home,
homecoming,
a crown and sash(Homecoming King and Queen)
the dance, all the pretty girls dressed in white and blue
and the football game,
the home team loses by a touchdown,
but the kids they're still cheering and the cheerleaders do backflips
and smile and laugh,
the quarterback kisses his girlfriend on the fifty yard marker,
that was used for a battlefield;
(Boy, what a happy couple, voted the cutest couple in the Senior Polls)
Coming on home,
nothing special,
just another year with the same old heartbreak and sorrow
and same old smiles and frowns and dances and games
and cars that roam freely up and down the highways
and side streets going 90 in a 25.
Coming on home to a dark world
and for a moment everything is quiet
and sincere, and bang!!!
A high school romance that was never meant to become
was destroyed by envy and jealousy,
and this poem was written out of tears and a broken heart,
that has been shielded by smiles that hurt my face,
and tears held back that blinded my eyes,
and a scream that couldn't come out,
so it sits there, a lump in my throat
and this is the only way I can get it out,
by coming on home,
and writing this poem,
in peace and quiet.
.1.24.2014.
Categories:
backflips, deep, depression, how i
Form:
Free verse
Petals in the wind
Gusting through the trees
Landing in the grasses
Mid the flowers and the bees
Petals in the wind
Dancing all around
Flitting through the belfry
Far above the distant ground
Petals in the wind
Petals in my hair
Somersaults and backflips
Filling up the scented air
Petals in the wind
Petals on the sand
Petals shifting, changing
Forming patterns that are grand
January 15, 2013
By Isaiah Zerbst
Categories:
backflips, beauty, nature, tree,
Form:
Rhyme
Lately, in my dreams
I'm doing backflips
On trampolines
Vaulting higher than high
Bouncing off
The springy sky
Free from gravity
Of worry
As the ground
Falls off my feet
I careen
To the beat
Of tambourines
Tail lashing
Lavender flashing
Pom-pom sized
Orange eyes
I'm as free
As I want to be
Lately, in my dreams.
5/08/19
Entered in 'Dial It Back' contest
Judged 6/5/19
Categories:
backflips, dream, freedom, joy, sky,
Form:
Rhyme
People doing backflips in a pool
Were told to stop.
They ignored the lifeguard and
They also dissed a cop.
Soon the pool was closed to all
And several were arrested.
“Hire more security!”
Was what most folks suggested.
That pool holds 1500
And was closed for many years.
Now that it’s reopened,
It’s reactivated fears.
The saddest part to me was that
Just one or two can spoil
The joy of hundreds in the water
When the temps can boil.
They say that one bad apple
Can destroy a great big pile.
Those apples should be sent
To some deserted desert isle!
Categories:
backflips, people, urban,
Form:
Rhyme
Sham the Leprechaun
Sham the leprechaun went to a pub
For some tasty St Patrick's Day grub
Then danced jigs fantastic
Quite enthusiastic
Did the splits, stuck like it, there's the rub.
The landlord said "Auld Sham's now a crock
And the silly old beggar's in shock"
Sadly, I'm not jokin'
His legs won't be closin'
He can't jig now, but boy, can Sham rock.
For Saint Patrick’s Day 2021
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Add on
Sham the leprechaun was an acrobat
He did backflips and the splits on a mat
Those days are long gone
Bones aches and so on
While out with friends, he didn't think about that.
Written by: Alexis
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Categories:
backflips, celebration, joy,
Form:
Limerick
Three thousand ginger bread cookies
On a purple path to shade
Twisted Time Diagonally
Elusively Disfiguring Reality
Green was Blue
Blue was Happy
Happy was Sneezy
And the other Six dwarves
never showed
They didn't believe in fairy tales
Time jumped out the window
To see if it could fly
And found out literarily
That Time does not fly
It Bends and Twists,
Manipulates
Sometimes it even Backflips
But Time is different for everyone
"We see what we want to see,"
Time whispers in my ear.
"I see a girl in a coconut bra," I say.
"She's not ready to see you yet," says Time.
"But Why?" I ask.
"The answer will not make you any happier."
Time insists.
"No question or answer ever will."
For some reason
I trust Time's transdimensional perspective
"Then can we stay in this moment forever?"
I ask Time.
"We only believe what we want to believe,"
Time says before Nature and Gravity right Themselves
Causing Motion and Misery and Noise
to hurl itself back into my lap
I hear the clock ticking
And cannot believe that
for one moment
Time stopped
By: Joseph DeMarco
Categories:
backflips, philosophytime, time, perspective,
Form:
Drawn to a pair of silent shouting lips;
A taste of dandelions, she is Spring;
Electrified by two such stoic eyes,
her weather tends to do a few backflips;
Mood swings that feel like a honeybee sting,
Sun showers shine light in her foggy skies;
The path of the seasons comes full circle,
green hues of her eyes the freeze collapsing;
Ir’s all in her nature one would surmise;
Every color in bloom a wonderful
surprise.
Categories:
backflips, feelings, nature, spring, sun,
Form:
Curtal Sonnet
the words
tumbled forth
like a waterfall
over a steep cliff
and when they
hit bottom
as words inevitably
will
they did handsprings
backflips
somersaults
and kept on
laughing
Categories:
backflips, fun, joy, water, words,
Form:
Imagism