Best Finger Poems

The difference in saying you,
a great big unseen pointed finger, or we.
I didn’t know. Some figurines
wave while others scrutinize with wizened eyes.
The analytic panics, hairs raised by static.
The simple leans in to catch butterflies. One is cynical.
The other sensuous. One slaps your hand away.
One squeezes...

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Stand tall even when the stars fall 

In every dream there is a lock the key berried
in reality keep digging keep digging don't '
stop  keep climbing keep climbing to the top
and hope you never drop.

If you do don't you ever stop. 

If the ticking...

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My name is Devi, a foolish name really for it means Angel, and I certainly am not. The city of Phnom Penh had been our home, father was a professor at The Royal University. I was their only child. I was just getting ready for...

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She absolutely loved it whenever I would playfully call unto her, 'Boo Boo...
Twas so very adorable within her pink cotton dress, as white canvas tennis shoes
Ever this bright her dreamful eyes; a favourite attire and us being children would giggle ?
Beautiful, the expressions upon Angelica's...

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Classify myself as one of the great of thinkers
But sometimes been known to come up with a clinker
Try my damn best
Thought I'd passed the test
But people on the street keep giving me the finger...

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A finger that helped me to walk, 
They are my parents,  light in dark, 
They are shadow in my summer 
And blanket in my winter, 
When Spring lost it's length,
I feel thousands of finger around me
And I get strength. 

A finger having nail polished...

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The candles are extinguished today and the crucifix covered in black
for the One whos life was once bludgeoned with ignorance and greed
As He readied for heaven, he took each heavy Pontus whack
for sake of a world that could not accept nor believe, His Holy Creed

Some...

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Finger of God

I have never liked to be pointed at or picked out of a crowd
especially when I have known I have done something bad
but the thought of having Father God’s finger selecting
me among the millions has at times made my heart so very glad.

To...

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The bent finger curse…

So I used to visit this hot little chick,
With a momma nasty just a bit,
She shook her crooked finger bent,
Says “I’m the one who pays the rent,”
And banned I was indeed,

But passions flowed, and love the more,
A sneaking through her frontish door,
Just...

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He stepped on my finger,
So I bit off his toe.
He screamed and threw fits
And told everyone I know.

He tripped on my knee,
So I gave him a welt
He was shocked beyond shock
That I used a big belt

He hushed me but once
For the repercussions were not pretty
We...

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counting one to
ten this time thumbs
included but no matter
that she served them on
a silver platter i wanted none

standing on
wooden floor
boards i asked
her to sit and lift
her feet for me as

she did she being
Diosa for sure having 
had two soles which i licked 
from heel to...

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What are these lines? that are drawn on my palm 
what significance do they carry ? 
why are there contours on my fingers
and why do they vary ? 

I hear people call them finger prints,
and heard them say they are different for all .
They signify...

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The grandfather clock just struck twelve, that magic hour of night,
And there he sits drumming our fingers musing about something to write!
He's been biting our nails and running our fingers through his hair,
Scratching his head, searching for witty or apt verse to prepare!

Ah! Now he's...

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When you kiss me
I get high like I could 
touch the sky.

When you touch me
I get them butterflies.

Something about you 
really turns me on.

Might be your looks,
or the way that you 
talk...

But one thing's for sure,
I can't get enough of you.

I can see myself spending
the...

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beneath the ground
life in darkness slumbers
and snowflakes fall

vernal birth
amid death’s icy grip
the sun returns

and lady’s finger
gently stirring tender tip
of melting heart

for love to grow
when we know it
we sow the seed
nurture love and watch it feed

now in my heart
set apart by
the dart and bow
as shot by...

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