Best Flip Over Poems
Drivers
Roll over.
Screws, flip over.
With pressure, twists and turns
Safer.
I want to write about love
What is love?
Is it when two person having sex?
My bad - that is lust
Is it when you gawk after someone?
It's called foolishness
Is it when you drool after someone?
It's called ready to welcome your deathbed
Haha it's none of the above
If you want real love
You have to endure
You have to take time
You never know what you are going to get
One day after another
It's taking time to believe in
It's putting yourself ahead of the other
Yes I said it
You cannot give if you don't flip
Yes flip head over heels for that special someone
Flip over yourself being a fool
Flip over at anything for any reasons
Flip gives
Which leads to dip
You dip because you care too much
You dip because you worry too much
Which leads to sip
Sip on honeymoon
Because you will never be waned, drained, trained
You just keep changing
Love is change
Sustained
You like that?
Now come get some love
Over there
Unless you want to be chained
Haha
By my dogs
It was about twelve noon when they asked me to count backwards
Only the potion they used on me just seemed to push me onwards
I got down eighty seven when I heard these voices
"No one has ever gotten this far", "We better give him more C's
I opened my eyes to see seven faces peering down!
I lost consciousness at eighty six, then went void of all sound
I seemed to flip over as I floated up into the ceiling
But not before I saw a candy bar on top that railing
The scene changed to a dark gray, I was really floating
There was an entrance to a castle was before me, looming
I was heading for it when I saw their blurry faces
They were on both sides, moving in their spaces
I tried to make them out, but I went into the tunnel
It was so warm and safe, only for a very short while
A tiny pin of light was just ahead, I regained my sight
I recalled entering the light was sure death. Was I right?
It grew evermore brilliant, I couldn't close my eyes
I heard a voice say " I want to live" for three times
It was a miracle in disguise, as I felt this pull ease up
There was something there, and it wasn't any ghost! Shut up!
I started to float back out of the tunnel, in somewhat relief
Could see the beings at the tunnels entrance, as I retreat?
I was a stones throw away from them when I was jolted to life
I woke in a hospital bed, looking at a doctor dressed all in white
With the appeal of a gorgeous nymph covered in white snow
The fairest and purest of the land that anyone had known
Soft and gentle sending signals of her kindness
Eyes like a sparkling pool of love curing the blindness
Her beauty took presence to the envious eye of the dragons
Her solitude made the townspeople flip over their wagons
Capturing the hearts of princes intrigued by her mystery
Serving was her passion, her duty her history
To her the ground was her temple
The ocean was her attire
The breeze was her nourishment
The wilder bees,
her acquaintances.
One drop of poison would tarnish her inimitable virtues and qualities
Leaving her footprints imprinted in the hearts of many
In the silance of nights
when your memories arise
i feel a thirst
heart betray and resist
soul fell torn apart
echoes of your words
make me happy and sad
the time spent with you
seems just a dream
i wish for wings
and flip over skies blue
Through the window,
The glare of the moon.
Lights up my eyes,
Not only my room.
I flip over my pillow,
And roll over in bed,
But like sugar plum fairies,
You dance through my head.
In hopes I don't wake up,
In thoughts of our break up,
In wishes we make up,
I lay.
I would like to thank you for your visit.
I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication.
I believe we poets, can make a difference
in this world. We live in the 21st century,
we have tools( technology), we have our past, and imagination.
We just don't have the courage, because
I guess most are afraid to fail, to loose money.
All I have to say is we can't take money with us,
when we die. I also say hasn't mankind failed enough,
and isn't mankind worth the effort, our children is worth the effort..
Thank you, and my your God Bless you
John E WordSlinger
What do you do when you have an audience
with a man intoxicated by power and control?
What do you say to a man
who has no heart nor a soul?
What do you tell the man
who continues to oppress?
How do you articulate
when delivering your address?
Do you have the courage to stand up
and boldly speak out loud?
Or maybe you need some supporters
and a favorable crowd
Do you cry out about the
Brokenness and all the pain?
Or do you just shuck and jive
And act all lame?
God hears our cries
and God sees our plight
God understands that
we need His guiding light
First, just remember it was God
who sent you on this mission
And you need God's approval
and God's permission
For to be bolstered by the power of
the Heavenly Throne
Is to know that God's stamp on your passport
will surely set the tone
To be sent is to be dispatched
to be ordained in place
As an invite is a gesture
for someone who's desperate to embrace
As God's truth has to be sent
to address evil power
And an invite is for weaklings
to come at a requested hour
As the only expectation
for one who's been dispatched by the Lord
Is to stand strong in the face of evil
armed with the Spirit of the Sword
Two, never forget whom you're there
to represent
To never forget the people
nor the precedence
Now don't get it twisted
you need to understand
That its not about you
but about God's plans
And don't think that the reason
why you're at the table
Its not to become a celebrity
thus making you unable
To accomplish the task for
which you've chosen to do
For its all about the message
and not about you
So don't come walking in acting like
you're attending a gala or a ball
Its a confrontation where you might have to
flip over some tables and smash some stalls
For its not required that you be nice
As you didn't come by an invite
Now transformed in the presence of God
when He sent you on this mission
Now fortified by the Holy Spirit
in order to fulfill this commission
Now to speak truth to power
talking with the heart of God
To call evil what it is
and that's how you should start
So when you have an audience
with a pharaoh you need to comprehend
That you're meeting with oppression personified
towards all men
I see streams afar off,
Yet it seems closer than I would beckon.
I sense pains far away in a long haul,
In the fullness of time, its nigh the door of my heart.
It's choking hard, I feel the streams so near.
It's filling up to the beam of my eyes moments after another.
It's rather full, my eyes are burning dim.
A close up to reality in a shattered state.
Feels good to let it out, to embrace actuality.
It's no game of being strong in weak strength.
ways I give to weakness as i shed my life out.
The streams are almost here at the brinks of my eyes.
I have strayed way off the path.
My lanes of constraint, my cap of honor.
Those which I call principles, scared tenets.
I have sold dignity with cheap coins,
and worthless my integrity stands at trial.
Do I consider self esteem in a meaningless revival?
I seek a baton from shame to earnest pity.
I pray for self respect, just to amount as something.
To be counted as estimable in valuation.
I want to wear pride with self-consciousness.
And leave aside frivolous escapade of stained regrets.
Die in flesh and awake myself in Christ.
I'm tired of living a disarranged life in lust.
I'll rather a flip over from shame to grace.
THE WILD GOOSE CHASE*
I accidentally let one loose
did you see that thing vamoose?
It gave me the slip, did you see?
Now that thing is awfully free.
I walk on pins and needles, friend.
Trying to find, I twist and bend.
You ask why I pull up the rug,
why I pull out every plug.
I raise my hands over my head
and flip over each unmade bed.
I flip out, scratch, harrumph, grumble,
dash around corners, stumble.
At night I turn off all the lights,
sit in the corner, battle bites.
I listen for terrible sounds.
My eyes dart round and round and round.
Afraid of where that thing will land —
on the mountain or in the sand.
I feel empty of all this gas.
I miss the sound of golden brass
and the smog that liquifies eyes,
the way your ribbon twists and lies.
The putrefaction of butt —
the stinker where we blame the mutt!
7/11/2018
Messina’s I accidentally let one loose poetry contest
*Wild Goose chase - a wild or absurd search for something
To goose - to squeeze a butt cheek
I
watch,
it shines,
golden in its
reflections.
It
rises, bathing
all
in its
splendor.
I
see it all
clearly now.
Years of
accumulated
knowledge.
A gift beyond
understanding.
Days
flip over,
one after
another.
Speeding up
days
seem to be.
Sunrise after
sunrise,
days
careening along,
piling up
behind.
Looking up,
I see the
source
bright,
darkness
retreating.
How many
more
will there be?
Soon,
sunrise
will end,
darkness
prevails.
Rain is coming,
Slowly leaves flip over
Displaying their soft, green bellies.
They prepare to fill themselves,
With the approaching bounty
Ominous sky
A Grim omen, what comes?
We small men scurry to shelter.
We fear there may be danger
If the sky claps and flashes.
“In God We Trust”
In very small letters
Flip over and over and over
In the air.
Heads or Tails?
Which shall it be?
Is it all just up in my head?
Or a tale of trusting in God.
Hopefully, I’ll see you on the otherside, one day.
And see You on the flipside, I pray, one day also.
But rest assured,
Later is better than sooner.
A heart that's closed
Is not exposed
It feels no pain
An upward gain
Control to have
On what to feel
Don't want to love
It's no big deal.
Love is an easy
Word to say
Manipulated
For games to play
To elevate
Their ego gain
The ones that play
Are that vain.
Love an
Exaggerated
Over stated word
When all is right
Till things go wrong.
Moods and feelings
Begin to change
Boredom, expectations,
The blaming game.
Some will start to play away
Broken words
On promises made.
Resentment and sadness
Creeps it's way in
Emotional sepsis
Starts to begin,
Volcanic eruptions
Of anger and hate
Pains from hell
Has opened its gate.
Emotional lava
Tempers fast flow
Where is that seed
Where love did grow?
Where is that love
That was often proclaimed?
How loving feelings
Flip over and change.
Spoken cruel words
Often cut deep
Sharp bladed tongues
Spit venom; eyes weep,
Stabbing so fiercely
With deep powered twists
Forgetting their love
If it really did exist.
Weathered changed feelings
Warm, hot, cooling to cold
Violent hurricanes
Start to unfold.
Wreckage of feelings
Minds battered and torn
Leaves many scarred
And painfully forlorn.
If this all grew from love
How fickle it is
Weather seasons of feelings
Only humans can bring.
23.07.2021
Sun's flames burn through hazy, midday heat
Raising fierce winds -- dusty, choking ...
Fiery orb descending toward horizon's lair
~ Ghostly white moon rises, painted on low-ceilinged sky
Bare, brown patches spread, invading once-proud green mantles
Parched blades wither, yielding to ceaseless daily inroads
Of blighted blotches, rank weeds, strangling lush herbage
~ Signs of fading Summer's sad soliloquies
Flowers vanish, decapitated stick figures
Barren, beheaded stalks, twisting, turning
On their ghastly way, headless horsemen of the day
~ Sere petals grinning, decked out in obsolescence
Moist green leaves prematurely crinkle brown
Unmoored from twig or branch, breeze by
Face up, now capricious, flip over, nurse Earth's bosom
~ Signs of fading Summer's sad soliloquies
Crickets' symphonies screech endlessly
Fireflies lanterns flicker on-off, on-off, on-off
Abrupt descent of Humidity's airless curtain
~ Summer soliloquies' soundless denouement