Fingers Poems - Poems about Fingers

It's Rude To Point

What's wrong with them Americuns
forever pointing fingers
always pointing guns
searching for someone to blame
never changes
stays the same
with 'Love thy neighbour,'
and 'Thou shalt not kill,'
religious to the core
hypocrites to boot
and what's more
shooting people children too
wondering why innocent die
and yet they haven't got a clue

Love Lingers in the Air

I can still feel your lips on mine,
And your fingers tangled in my hair.
I still smell your sweet perfume—
It lingers softly in the air.

It’s as if you're with me every hour,
As if your love gives my heart its power.
As if I’ve known you a thousand years—
And would fall for you again through joy and tears.

Won’t

Telephonic

Whatever happened to the telephone book
enquiring minds need to know
there hasn't been one here for years
so wherever did it go
and what about the telephone box
or the answer machine
I haven't seen either near it's clear
they're few and far between
they went the way of the dodo
long before their time
as not everyone owns a mobile phone
and no you

Telephonic

Whatever happened to the telephone book
enquiring minds need to know
there hasn't been one here for years
so wherever did it go
and what about the telephone box
or the answer machine
I haven't seen either near it's clear
they're few and far between
they went the way of the dodo
long before their time
as not everyone owns a mobile phone
and no you

A digital farce, we still count fingers!

Before the chip, before binary code,
Before clocks showed in digital time mode,
Stood an ancient man with furrowed brow
Trying to track time and count numbers in a row.

He stared at stars, watched the sun,
He devised how to count when time had begun,
Using the flanges of his fingers one by one,
Counting seconds, minutes, days, and months done.

Evolution

Once we were hunter-gatherers
tribes grouped outdoors
before the days of yore
now we're hunt and peckers
each cooped indoors
on personal computer keyboards
and way back when
we'd communicate
banging on the drums
yes since then
we've progressed
today we're all
fingers and thumbs

Play with Fire Till Your Fingers Burn

           ~Play With Fire Till your Fingers Burn~
                      5/20/2025

Experience life to its full brink,so sad, to witness any human, being had!
Just try to be

interlocked fingers

tentative outreach
heartbeat ignites yearning love
her soft hand clasps mine

nimble fingers

nimble fingers
crafting creases pleats and tucks
paper musings

Cocoa Fingers, Sweet

Cocoa fingers, choco treats 
every bite a crunch  
Mid way to my mouth the zing  
makes me want to shout ! 
Taste buds all in flight 
here we go, 
Sweeeeeeeet ! 

A High Fivefold Dive

Count your fingers and toes!
It's five that drives betides!
For our minds can't juggle
More than five at once.
Can't grip, grasp sense - six.

How we sense and perceive,
Also comes in five flavors.
Touch, sight, smell, taste, hearing,
Which constrains, contorts our thoughts,
Into believing we know what's
Right, true, all so insightful!

But, why or why five?
Has ego, fear, doubt, desire
Succumbed to

Little Fingers

From the time that he’s awake 
his little fingers start to quake 
posting lies to suit his needs 
planning out his dirty deeds 

Wide awake in dead of night
planning out new cons for spite
making out a target list
balling-up his tiny fist

Counting up his many foes
using fingers, tiny toes
fueled by hate and bigotry
led by greed and

With the snap of my fingers

suddenly i felt
a burst of warmth
as if liberated
i had the wings to fly
entwined as one
in perfect harmony
together in synchronicity
with the universe


AP: Honorable Mention 2025

What Makes You Feel

Topic 1

What Makes You Feel


your tender touch, gentle fingers gliding the length of my body

By Ear

“play it by ear”



no wonder I cant play banjo I’ve been playing with my fingers

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