Flicked Poems - Poems about Flicked

...Her Brazilian Ass She stood gazing out the window, bored and horny. It was Saturday night, and no date as usual. But she knew that was no one's fault but her own. Since the breakup with her longt......

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...They never saw me—not really. Only the outline I traced in the halls, A whisper of denim and shy glances, A ghost who smiled too politely. They passed notes like grenades, Laughed too loudly ......

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...I dream of far shores where my name was meant to be carved. I aspire to climb mountains where my flag was to be raised. I imagine a distant land where a song calls me home. So many ambitions—yet m......

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...In this woke world I’d soon be hung If I had had your spiteful tongue How ironic that its wagging Only stopped when you were gagging And as I tried to grab the shard Of chicken bone that was s......

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...ECHOES OF THE SILENT SHORE No longer the crash of breaking waves Over rocks that always take the blows Nor even the softer whoosh of the tide That every smaller sandy pebble knows As if it w......

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...Sweet mother, Virginia Slim wedged between your fingers, that last light willed to die at the rig of a darkened room. You—half-goddess, half-ghost, pinioned in some still-life setting of tumb......

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... In July. The gym I go to is down the street. I like to wear those shoes. Shoes which are dying to run around. My birthday. It was horrible, I don’t know why. In July. All I have are July sh......

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... As the candle burned and the old man sat watching and the thoughts He saw it all so clear and as it passed through and the veil parted Finally knowing was what counts and seeing them leavin......

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...(a quick, staccato tapping of imaginary typewriter keys) december! (d(arkness)). (e(nding)). (c(old)). (e(ven so)). (m(emory(christmas hanukkah kwanza))). (b(efore(ten))). (e(ach(a flicke......

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...This world? Moonlit dew flicked from a crane’s bill. —Eihei Dogen Kigen translation by Michael R. Burch Seventy-one? How long can a dewdrop last? —Eihei Dogen Kigen translation of his jisei ......

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...The sun shone and our love was born. Your golden hair, it did adorn. Green was the grass, and too, your eyes, that flicked and danced like butterflies - the day our love was born. The sky abo......

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...How you feel is not enough, You as this is less than function, Avert the feel, replace with stuff, Or suffer states, disjunction. Comparing scrambled eggs to buzzing locust, To the mumbled min......

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...As mortal veils dissolved, our bodies merged in the ossuary's somber symphonies, two mistress awakened by the velvet-wrapped cadavers, our disinvested hands tracing syllabic patterns across the olive......

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...I don't want to pay the price of my own bad decisions I wish I could run away from this bad vision I can't change nothing I can't glue the divisions so little is in my hand to avoid the collis......

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...The resemblance of the omnipotence imprinted With rare colours and shades elegantly tinted Cherubims and seraphs adorn my being's core. Like the capacious cosmos, I am in candour. Senses surpas......

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