Flicking Poems | Examples

Thousands of wings

Fingers gliding along the sonorous wire
Captive birds inside get restive for the sky
plucking and flicking of fingers then continue 
At the still point thousands of wings are free 
 
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                 7 September 2025

Hand on your shoulder

Hand on your shoulder- by Dominique Smith 

Hi, whom are talking to? The cold reality pull you back. Hey? Whered you go? Whomsoever is there is no longer a feeling. Tight shadows in your cold corner, the feathering flicking lights of trust have been drained. The wires are exposed and unsafe, the water of tears can help electrocute you. 

Falling failing flattened on the pavement, Hey? There you are. Wake up, what are you doing out here. Forest lit by fire flies, no memories have felt so enlarged, time goes on the weather is no longer a factor. Stop being stupid and get up off the ground, stop calling me stupid! Whome are you talking to? The humidity has you in a chokehold, the warm bath you slip into is a huge relief.

 Come on, Lets go home. But I am home, No our home. Ok , lets go. WAITE!! NO!! what the hell is wrong with you?! I was going home.... No you're not! Youre going to the building with help and hope, No! Im not! Im going home! Look me in my eye, ok. Are there any hands on my shoulders? No. Then you fooled her again. Because you told the truth, the only hands i see are on my shoulders and they would never leave me no matter what or who.

Smitten by Kitten Disinterest

never loved cat ways
their tail-flicking arrogance
their unasked-for gaze
my family longed for one —
I yielded, keeping distance

stray kitten arrived
they all fawned gushed over it
but the cat chose me
the least interested one
who shooed and shoved it away

smitten by kitten
my heart disinterested
lurched to beat retreat
we're inseparable now
the kitten has claimed my lap

Chorus In peril

The island once was a sweet emerald blessing
with chorus of sugar and spice atop salty sea breeze.

A stowaway soon arrived on the scene...
A brown snake with a smile of poisonous sheen. 

At first it sang a duet with the pips and the peeps
but it is deaf and only exists to distract and deceive.

Soon after, the chorus had become quite extinct
no more sugar and spice atop salty sea breeze.

The brown serpentine is staring at the horizon
flicking a frantic fork at the neighboring islands.

Reptile by Birth

Into the abyss
I look in to see 
Peeking over, to discern 
Her looking up at me. 

Reptile cold and slithe,
I slither through the dewy blades,
And writhley race across the glade.
A lumping creature, 
Limpling, legless loping,
Filled with their plastic dopamines. 

Wet with amnion, glistening,
Halting in the flatlands,
No colour lights my way,
My brain is shriveled, stupid 
Human thought so far away. 

My mind a blackhole vacuum 
Leaving naught alive 
I eat up ash and dirt 
Living only to survive.

Pulsating log, flicking tongue
To smell the sour air. 
My mind consumes it
Swallowed whole, 
Leaving me no feeling.  

Absent, that sacral dome of thought, 
Vacuous cranium, filled with
Negative nothings, 
Not a word of right or wrong. 

In that chasm, to which I look again 
I see my steady gaze returned 
Regurgitated, digested meat
A meal for hungry birds.

Spider Dance

I feel a slight touch on my arm and look down
and………….it’s a spider
Despite the heavy circumstances in my life and a
migraine weighing me down
I fly to my feet and spin around trying to dislodge
the creature that is much more nimble than I am
I try leaping as each joint in my body complains,
I try flicking it off, but as we are both moving, 
it evades me and continues to run down my bare arm
I rush to the door and fling it open and continue
my graceless dance on the porch as the neighborhood
begins to wake up for the day, I am pretty sure I am
yelling at this point and I feel sweet relief as the
eight legged arachnid jumps from me to the porch railing
as I sigh and begin to realize where I am and who else
is present.  I wave to my neighbor and say a chipper
“good morning” as my face floods with color and I realize 
I am acting very odd, but to be honest, who cares?
The spider and I are both safe it’s not crawling on me
anymore.  I sigh and begin my day, hopefully without
encountering any more of God’s eight legged creatures.

Nine Times to Die

Like a cat,
I've nine times to die —
and love has taken seven.

Once,
when you said my name like it was a question.
Twice,
when you answered it with silence.
Thrice,
when you loved someone else
in front of me
like I was made of stone
instead of soul.

I keep returning —
from wreckage,
from wreck,
from wreck again.

You don't know
how many lives I’ve lost
just staying alive
next to you.

And still —
I come back,
tail flicking,
heart limping,
eyes full of the same soft hope
that kills me every time.

Eight.
That’s when you smiled
and didn’t mean it.
Nine…
Well, nine is today.
And I’m still here.
Still breathing.
Still breaking beautifully
in front of you.

So tell me —
When a cat runs out of lives,
what does she do?

Does she finally sleep?

Or does she
learn how to die
without anyone
noticing?

Fireflies

A graceful  g l o w~
a belly-flicking thrill,         
                                     g  the night blanket~
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Contest: YOUR CHOICE h
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Contest Judged: May 17th, 2025 10:02:00 PM
Placement: Fifth

Juggernaut

A war has been on going in my mind,
Of sinful thoughts and bad habits.
So I had to delete the source,
Get back on the right course.

I gave the gram power over my life,
Fiercely driving and consuming me.
I kept feeding it like an addiction,
Still my appetite was left empty.

I felt in my spirit God say pull,
Pull the plug, like a rug under my feet.
An awful compulsion of hiding and seeking,
If this was court, the verdict would be guilty. 

Stuck between the traps and temptations,
I made a change like flicking a switch.
Flushed the urge from my system,
Renewed reposition and confidence.

The desire to stay relevant,
Shouldn’t outweigh development.
It’s hard to avoid the trends,
But it’s worth it in the end.

Nightmare

Thousands of Times I committed suicide in my dream 
But my guts didn’t allow once in a life
In my dream I could hear ruckle
Was it mine?
Sometime I feel me and death are too propinquity
And sometime it's like sun and earth
I feel like a macula for this land
I am a flicking light approaching to end
The end of race is right before
But still running for the start
I can't eschew my soul
So, I am still here
Sorry god I am still alive
Thanks for the life you gave
Waking me up from Nightmare
Guiding me to success

words stream out of me

words stream out of me
unbidden, unheeded, uninvited
as if they are spewing out of a defective faucet
flinging themselves into the ether,
some lost, others dancing and singing

they have no trouble flicking onto a computer page
or a notebook.
They need nothing from me
except my fingers.
As their puppet, I watch amazed
wondering how they use my hands without permission.

Do these words come from my mind
or someone else’s?
This is unknown to me at this time.

The Frog And The Chameleon

From out of the lacustrine,dense tract, green 
Lining the silent mossy forlorn lake keen ,
Came out leaping and hopping,a fat frog ;
He landed and stopped on a reedy clog ,
As he saw the Chameleon on a stem frail ,
Gripping fast the rush with its prehensile tail ,
Croaking and flicking his tongue around,
To relish one and all the insects found ;
He made his own way on the rich moss,
And back and forth on the spread-over grass ; 
His acrobatics envied and enraged the rival 
Watching silently with rolling eyes since arrival .


The crestfallen had missed his chance  thrice
And retracted to sit still like frozen  ice -
Having lost  to the place his colour and stance ;
Thrill and anxiety did the  crux spell enchnce ;
A surly serpent suddenly sprang,as if to mock 
Hissing , out of the crevice beneath a rock ;
It was a measured move -a prize catch ;
The victim was more a meal than a match  ,
And went in neatly with a suppressed wail  ;
The avenged lizard quirked and muttered his hail :
Pride goes pouncing and swooping before a fall ,
Thus to end up with a whimper, defeat and all.

Splendor Of Nature

The brook murmurs as it flows on the plateau, 
across the draping emerald forest spread out opulent,
splashes on the curved contours of the lowland  
as flicking cascade of the soaring swan flock in flight.

It meanders on the jagged swathe clad with ferns, 
sprinkles with exuberance the splatter of pearls. 
It glides with sigh through the drizzle of rain, 
warbles in musical whisper with the ripple of air. 

Flying over the crystal water that wheezes as it flows,  
the returning robins chirp the springtime song.
As in the boughs of trees the new leaves rustle,
beguiled butterflies flitter around the flowers.

The shimmering night sky above the silhouetted canopy,
wears bejwelled crown shining with the twinkle of stars,
silver tinsels trickle through the moonbeam film, 
in a trance I’m charmed by the splendor of nature.

Still life

Turning my orange days grey, that’s what you do. 
Flicking my sun over to a moon, like in a child’s picture.
And you make it cold. I need a blanket made of foil.
like the stuff you’d wear around your head. 
Because you must be signalling other planets.
Because you can’t handle things. 
You take my sun, stars and whole galaxy.
Because you need love so you engulf my all.
While I’m sitting here in a kitchen of still life. 
In a fruit bowl, in a glass bowl. My orange greyed with you by my side.

To The Lizard On My Tree

Tell me truly, Satan skin
     crawling up my aging tree
     what have you come to do this time?
     what else is left to snatch from me?

     I used to love your furtive moves
     the feisty flicking of your tongue;
     watched senseless as you stripped my tree
     and fouled my fruit (aah,
     we were young!)

     Yet even now you never fail
     to eye my withering property
     cold-blooded creature haul your tail
     what else is left to pluck
     from me?

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