Best Flicking Poems
GREEN, GREEN, GREEN!!!
My name is Jade Shamrock Green.
I will not eat one single green bean.
When I get mad, I turn green.
I wear my favorite green jeans.
I am hypnotize by the color green.
Not every green path leads to a flowing stream.
I lay on the grass so green.
I won a jackpot of green.
To visit the Green Mountains in Vermont is like a dream.
My eyes are shaded green.
My jealousy comes in the color green.
I diet on green veggies that are lean.
The Green Bay Packers are my favorite team.
I believe all frogs should come in green.
It’s a family gift to carry a green thumb gene.
My garden has the greenest life I have ever seen.
Lemons are yellow, but limes are green.
The Irish do not all believe in green.
In my greenhouse all, the plants are full of good self-esteem.
I'm the jester who wore a green beret for the king and queen.
The unripe sour apple is moldy green!
Flicking me a green bugger is gross and mean.
Why do all leprechauns wear color green?
Not all clovers have only three leafs of green.
Green is the middle color of the rainbow team.
Good Luck, Care Bear's charming eyes are emerald green.
My favorite color has always been green.
This is all about wearing green on March the seventeen.
. (a) S.K.A.T. POETRY (re-post) by;p.d.
. 3-17-10 (update) 3-17-11
Categories:
flicking, funny, holidaygreen,
Form:
Rhyme
Standing before the microphone,
blank faces stare from cushioned chairs
Jewels sparkle, acting like they’re real,
while bow ties just seem sad…it happens
Marching to the beat of clicking heels,
unbuttoned vests as strange eclipsed spotlights
illumine smoke swirls in overhead rafters
flowing from my ember’d fingertips
And my hair is a mess…but it always is
and I don’t care…do you?
I’d clear my throat but that does no good,
gravel has taken up residence…it pays the rent
The room goes dim, the audience worries
Glares spark like steel on asphalt
I can see them clear, slowly fading in anxious doubt
My mind scratches some ink in dusty thoughts…
I love you, I love everything that is you
Need surpasses desire, and I need
My arms long to cling you, crushed against me,
breathing as one, harmonious breath…dusty thoughts…they come
The bass player plucks and that is my cue,
flicking my ashes I begin to read…poetry
and the audience smiles…I am a poet and poetry is cool,
Leonard Cohen was right
Categories:
flicking, poetry,
Form:
Epic
I recall a dirty sidewalk
running in front of grandma's house
with bumps and cracks from the roots
of ancient white oaks
Meandering down to the levee
with cane poles and sack lunches
crickets and freshly dug earth worms
Barefoot in careless summers
I recall one low spot
beneath a straggly Chinaberry
filled with pitch-black delta dirt
washed in by summer rains
Shuffling through and digging down
burying our toes
Often now I recall
when the heavens are shrouded in grief
when darkness closes at the edge of vision
I recall a porch light flicking on in the distance
I recall grandma’s trembling soprano calling
calling me back home
Categories:
flicking, childhood, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
Shadowed veils of night are falling, as I hear the darkness calling,
all around me time is stalling, but my mind I cannot cure.
As I stoke the embers dying, tears inside me gently crying,
gentle tears from eyes are sighing, yet this sadness I endure.
Shadows sway in twilight's leaving, as my thoughts leave me grieving,
bleakness stains the world around me, painting wall and sill and floor.
Ebon silence now is creeping, through the cracks I see it seeping,
in my mind the cracks are weeping, whence it comes I can't be sure.
Shadow in my head still growing, rampant visions ever flowing
lying nightmares never slowing, while I pace from door to door.
Creatures lay there always waiting, in the dark forever hating,
ever dark and irritating, never knowing what's in store.
Shadows dance in candles' flicking, cursed demon always tricking
endless night yet clock's still ticking, please release me from your gore.
Cryptic shade in substance fleeting, from within you're always eating,
eating soul and heart yet beating, as the veil is slowly lowered... lost am I
...evermore.
12/28/15
Categories:
flicking, dark, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
One fine day I was fishing at sea
Two big blue whales swam up by me
They flicked their tails sent up a spray
All I could do was watch and pray
They kept flicking and sank my boat
I'm now in the water and here I float
If no one is around to save my life
Then a widow she'll be, my wife.
I'm not afraid of a big blue whale
I'll put a harpoon in its flickering tail
When seas get rough from a blowin' gale
Just pour me another swig of ale.
They kept flicking and sank my boat
I'm now in the water and here I float
If no one is around to save my life
Then a widow she'll be, my wife.
I'd cut my hand and the blood ran free
Three fins appeared ready for their tea
Then from nowhere I heard a shout
"Grab the rope we'll get you out".
They kept flicking and sank my boat
I'm now in the water and here I float
If no one is around to save my life
Then a widow she'll be, my wife.
They hauled me in and saved my neck
I was a soggy heap upon their deck
I was perished they gave me rum
Felt a warm glow in my tum.
They kept flicking and sank my boat
I'm now in the water and here I float
If no one is around to save my life
Then a widow she'll be, my wife.
The sails went up they made for shore
Made a vow to myself the sea no more
Now I'm a crofter working on dry land
And ne'er again see sea or sand.
They kept flicking and sank my boat
I'm now in the water and here I float
If no one is around to save my life
Then a widow she'll be, my wife.
After five months I was longing to be
Back in the boat fishing out at sea
A landlubbers life was not for me
On the water I was free.
They kept flicking and sank my boat
I'm now in the water and here I float
If no one is around to save my life
Then a widow she'll be, my wife.
The credit for the third verse goes to Jenna Logan.
Written 31st January 2021.
Categories:
flicking, boat, fishing, water,
Form:
Lyric
Last night while you were sleeping, I could not help myself. I had a silent story for you, I just had to tell.
I drew pictures with my fingertips, of hearts and "I love you's". Covering your soft smooth skin, with invisible tattoos.
I saw you smile once or twice, it made me smile too. Right then and there I realized, I truly do love you.
All choked up I grabbed your hand, and pressed it to my heart. Then gazed right down upon you like, a masterpiece of art.
Your beauty overwhelmed me, I broke down into tears. Then whispered how much I love you, into your sleeping ears.
I smiled as goosebumps on your skin, started to appear. Then laid with you and held you close, I had to have you near.
I ran my fingers down your spine, and gently through your hair. The peaceful flicking candlelight, lit your skin so fare.
I softly pressed my ear against, your back to hear you breathe. Then hummed a tune inside my head, singing "I believe."
Though far away in dreamland, your heart is mine to keep. It's softly beating lullaby, helped sing me to sleep.
I hope that you will dream of me, I know I'll dream of you. I'll hold you right here in my arms, you are my dream come true.
For life's a tale of many things, and powers from above. But I know now without a doubt, the greatest one is love.
Categories:
flicking, art, devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness,
Form:
Rhyme
The raccoon was brazen
Bold, devilishly handsome
I fell in love quickly
I know. Raccoons are no good for opossums
But the heart wants who the heart wants.
We met on a warm day
in the throes of summer
He was eating cat food when I arrived
to the consternation of a gray tabby
who was sitting on a prissy
large-flowered puffy porch chair.
“spoiled princess”, the gentleman said
with his large bandit eyes.
“brat probably” I replied, demurely, flicking my pink tail.
He stopped eating and looked at me for second.
Wandered off porch, giving me the rest of the food.
Lights began flickering on and off.
I thought it was lightning at first
Then a large WallyGeemer tromped out.
He was in his underwear.
I flipped to my side, pretending dead.
“EDNA!” the WallyGeemer screamed.
I had heard this voice before.
It is a voice of fear.
He went back inside and slammed the door.
I was halfway back to the marsh when the
generous Raccoon stepped into my path.
“Would you um like to um…”
“Of course,” I said.
And we did.
Categories:
flicking, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Ballad
you are watching
paying attention
is that how it is done
start with a kiss
working your way down
will her screams fill the air
in a dark room
seeing with your hands
can you find the right spot
licking flicking
articulate tongue
will a word be spoken
moaning loudly
fire deep inside
is his hose long enough
bending backwards
gymnastic marvel
will she earn perfect 10
Categories:
flicking, desire, fun, sexy,
Form:
Questionku
Brown, yucky and tasteless
Toxic monsters
All tightly bundled
Into a thin roll.
That's me!
Slim and handy
As I squeeze in between
Your fingers.
Burning my tail,
I turn into ashes and smoke
Surging my way
Through your mouth
To reach your lungs
Blocking arteries and veins on my way.
I hypnotize your cells
And they go dividing and dividing
Turning your lungs
Into a cancerous demon.
My dear children
Nicotine and tobacco-tar
Slowly eating you up,
Immersing you in their toxic bliss.
And you still enjoy me!
A tap on my back
Flicking off the ashes
As you smoke
I gleefully enter through the tiny hairs in
The tiny nostrils of
Your tiny little kids
B'cos blocking arteries
Is what I do
Whether its you or
People around you
What we share
Happens to be parasitism.
You burn me
And I burn your life.
I am burnt out now
Only the butt remains.
Throw me before I burn you.
And here you go
Lighting another me
I guess perhaps,
I am dearer
Than your family and your life.
But mind the spark in the butt
It's the spark of your life
Breathing and flickering now,
But...........................
As I come to you again
I carry an expiry date
Certainly not mine.
Categories:
flicking, health,
Form:
A part of what you are to me
Knowing you are free to be
apart from me
and yet
I am no longer free
to be alone from thee
so hold my heart my love my soul
for you are all that keeps me whole
Upon this sea of life and storm
I hold your love to light and warm
my every breath
on every turn with you I yearn to be
to hold you close to feel you blink
your breath upon my face
refreshes me as we embrace
and then I sink to deep contented sleep
a well fed cat
in Summer sun
whose furry dreams
have just begun
paws atingle purrs aloud
whisker flicking joy and proud
as only cats can be
Categories:
flicking, animals, friendship, love, pets,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
A dream once entered the hall leading
to the stairway of enchanting dining room
one guest echoes rang out bells began chiming
inside an echo to the soul dancing paradise golden sands speak
Blowing whispers silently upon a heartbeat calls
footsteps your stage platform takes to dancing ignites
into a restless flame flicking warmly on each breath
sweet delight floating in a fresh blue breeze
Two celestial beings join universes apart our spirits fly
planets and stars gazing softly twinkle love
on a collision course together we spark lighting up
silver ore we are the magic that spells are made from dust
Categories:
flicking, angel, beautiful, beauty, emotions,
Form:
Quatrain
A mischievous season called Spring
Liked to tickle the tree tops an’ ting
And teach songs to the birds
Full of old fashioned words
Oh the rude songs Spring taught them to sing!
Spring liked to laugh, and to run
On the hill tops and wind up the sun
With a glint in her eye
And the hint of a thigh
And her hair down and buttons undone
Sometimes she’d knock off a joke
How the squirrels would squeak as she spoke
And oh how the ****
Loved the sniggery bits
Of the ones for the feistier folk!
Spring liked the tease and the chase
Oh the flirtatious look on her face!
Catch me! She’d say
Always getting away
Well, not always. A time, and a place
A word, Winter said, in your ear
You’re crossing a line here, I fear
Enough of the bants
And the flashing of pants
It’s most unbecoming, my dear
Winter, said Spring, you’re as old
And as wet and as grey and as cold
As a sheep in the mud
While I’ve fire in my blood
I shall not do a thing that I’m told!
And off she went, flicking the Vs
I am Spring, and I’ll do what I please!
Off to dance in the ring
With no knickers an’ ting
And to tickle the leaves in the trees
© Gail Foster 17th March 2018
Categories:
flicking, fun, humor, joy, nature,
Form:
Limerick
Sue found an impossible task,
To ‘excavate’ wearing her mask,
Now Sue cannot linger,
With her little finger,
To abstain has been a big ask
Since childhood Sue’s ‘explored ‘her nose,
Her secret’s one nobody knows,
Sue’s now stopped the picking,
The licking and flicking,
It’s down to covid I suppose.
10/31/21
Categories:
flicking, body, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
** Devotion Poem, VANTAGE POINTS **
(For Jim. #17 in Devotion Poem Series)
“I’m not a romantic,”
you announced at the very beginning
With a side-flick of your hand
As if you might then stand
To exit…taking along your trail
Of cool colors — the blues and greens —
Too unwilling for any startling
By my sun yellows, tangerine oranges
Or my bleeding reds,
To disturb your eyes.
But committed to staying, you added,
“I’ve never been able to wink either,”
demonstrating that disability as if
To say, “At you, I would if I could.”
Hypotheses and proofs, have
always linked
In your engineer’s character,
While crayons and ongoing arrows
spread out through mine,
Which, like our colors,
I thought were complimentary,
But now it appears you
might have thought
were just me being childish
And not about any inspired creativity,
from the other side of the brain, so
Alien to the light-green violets
On your side of the color wheel:
Where the palette of intelligence
has formulae —
Not unpredictable outbursts
Or random integers of emotion.
Once, you held me like the first
Glimpsing of a winking Venus
in the dusk
Presenting to all
Her prelude of heaven’s lights
To continue on through the night…
But now, paddling deep in
an ocean of years,
I fear that you find me
Like a flicking bedside candle
Meddling in your wish to sleep…
While some galaxies
in my cosmos
Have darkened
With my own self-depreciation
and decline
So like
Those stars
and dreams that have gone aging.
But inside,
My sun’s risings and settings
Still glow blessed
With vibrant, surging color…
Wishing to be held by
your morning’s horizon-blue eyes.
———————————————————————-
(c) sally young eslinger 3/22
Thanks be to God
Categories:
flicking, character, color, feelings, husband,
Form:
Narrative
I see you in the distance quite stunning are are to my eye's,
I start to check you up and down I think an angel has arrived.
Lovely slender legs and curvy little waist,
nicely proportioned bust, amazing grace.
As you slowly get closer my heart skips a beat,
flicking your beautiful long brown hair so I can gaze upon your face.
I quickly turn my head away,
I just can't believe my eye's.
That sexy attractive women I thought you were,
Nek Minnit, your a guy.
Shame!!
Contest: ANY 2012 POEM any theme/any form max of 18 lines - Brian Strand
M.Mahauariki © 2012
Categories:
flicking, funny, life, uplifting,
Form:
Couplet