Flirts Poems | Examples

Momma's Pretty TSF

She spends
no end
of hours
choosing
new shoes
and skirts.                 
She’s svelte.

Her ‘friends’
all send
flowers
and rings    
and booze.
Her flirts              
would melt

the pope’s
blasé.
She’s out
each night
till two.
When she     
appears

she gropes
her way
(same route)
(she’s tight)
straight through
to ‘free’
my beers.

Balm of time heals, hurts just enough

If balm of time heals, oft hurts just enough,
Heart heals because it exerts just enough.  

Unfortunate for all destinations,
Journeys do end, linger thirsts just enough.

Many a love may die before its time,
Perhaps the love bird flirts not just enough. 

If a marriage gets short of breath midway,
It seeks short cuts, skirts the right long enough.

Such a one flounders in march on the way,
For, pitfalls it averts not just enough.
_________________________
Ghazal |14.07.2025| time, love, marriage, journey

Imagination

Peerless paintings mystically mingle.
Hues of heaven and earth amalgamate.
Bells of my inner shrine jingle.
Logic and love lawlessly agitate.

I see Morpheus moving around my mind.
With wings of poppies Minerva hovers.
Celestial scenes are craftily designed.
Saraswati showers seamless powers.

Monsoons recover all drought-driven cracks.
Flora and fauna fill the nude deserts.
Nightmares consummate with sweet-dream climax
Prey, with their predators, fervently flirts.

Ripples, in the lake of my mind, stir on.
Blissfully, myriad rainbows are drawn.

Where the Sky Breaks

Atop the edge where silence leans,
A figure stands — the dusk between.
No name, no face the canvas shows,
Just wind that hums what no one knows.

The sky explodes in molten fire,
A final gasp of day's desire.
It stains the clouds in crimson breath,
A masterpiece that flirts with death.

Does he await or does he grieve?
Or dream of flight he can't achieve?
The brushstroke speaks, but not too loud —
He’s part of sky, yet not a cloud.

He watches time with open chest,
The sun, the fall, the endless rest.
Yet still he stands, the final spark—
A question burning through the dark.

boys

so icky
so stinky
so gross
that’s what we were told growing up
i didn’t talk to them because
boys had cooties

he hits me because he likes me
he flirts by making fun of me
he talks about me to his friends
and says i’m easy
is this what love is like?
i’ve never had anything real

he pays for me
he opens doors for me
he worships me
why is this different
from what we were taught
these aren’t the standards i’ve been used to
is this love?

Calypte Anna

Bronze, green, gray
shocking pink, metallic red
purplish rose, white,
metallic greenish black,
brown, iridescent colors

Oh! Unlimited palette

I fail to mix colors
to capture beauty
of nectar drinking fairy
that flirts with light

Nobody Can Resist A Charmer

Attractive lady with long shining hair,
nobody can resist such a charmer;
I bet you turn guys on to have fun,
and when danger comes, you run! 

The one that promises the joys of Heaven
and make him walk slowly on rainless clouds
is a true deceiver who counts just to seven,
he's ready to give a handful of fake outs!

No man is prouder to show off his lady,
woe to her when she flirts with sweet eyes;
if nobody can resist a charmer that's sexy:
step outside and feel how my fist hurts.

Sensuous looks make you very desirable,
handsome men are full of vanity and drink wine;
if they make a pass, my rage is inevitable:
I'm aware of each move, don't touch what's mine!

So spin the heavy wheel, don't worry if it stops twice,
and spinning it makes all idiots bet much too hard:
I can lose, or even win some: I grab each winning dime,
risk all to gain more, look out for the clever bastard!

If nobody can resist a charmer with pretty eyes
he might as well challenge me to claim advantage; 
winner or loser: blood dripping from cut cheeks
won't keep this guy from the fight and ditch revenge!

among us

Among us

The dance of death never stops
A plane crossing the Atlantic loses heights
the chief pilot flirts with a woman
when called to the cockpit 
Too late, a gigantic wave hits the tail
Goodbye Paris.
The heart of tired sparrows stops
it falls from the sky
 hits the front window of a car
distracted, the driver hits another car
In the melee, no one sees the sparrow.
A tourist going for a walk in jolly Naples 
is hit by a pig kept on the balcony
No more sightseeing.
You’re not safe in bed, a nightmare
falling out of bed, hitting a nightstand
Dream over.
Life and death in an embrace, yet
we live as life dances alone

a fake promise

A fake promise

This morning February 
flirts with sunlight
And a promise of spring
 on the horizon dark
Clouds gather
Don’t send the winter coat
For dry cleaning
The umbrella too can come
In handy

Winter Whispers, Stupid Songs

The morning slaps me awake 
with a frozen windscreen,
keys in hand, scraping frost like
I’m chiselling through someone else’s mistakes.
My breath hangs in the air,
a ghost of myself
mocking the effort.

The cold flirts cruelly with my cheeks,
leaving them raw,
only for the radiator’s blast
to burn them out of spite.
The heating bill waits in the wings,
a villain in this pantomime.
“Put on another jumper,” I mutter,
as if wool could conquer capitalism.

Blanketed, I surrender to films
where faces blur into
a tinsel-coated déjà vu –
different eyes, same dialogue,
happy endings so loud
they drown out my cynicism.
Stupid Christmas songs screech
their hollow cheer,
and I let them.
They’re easier to hate
than my own thoughts.

But the air is so fresh
it cuts clean through the noise.
For a moment,
the world feels lighter –
even the weight I carry
shrinks to something
I can hold in my hands,
turning it over like snowflakes,
watching it melt
into the brittle calm of this season.

Servant of Her Heart

Caged in the thoughts supposed to release her.
The road to righteousness covered in stones.
Falling over the master of mind lures. 
Her heart an afterthought; body on loan. 
Walks in the dark, candle lit in her mind. 
Chest flickering without the eyes aware.
Shivering in absence of light to find, 
the key locking in this state of despair.
Looking down at her feet, covered in dirt. 
Observing the separate is all the same.
Dark not existing as angel light flirts
with the hole in her soul, watching it wane.  
Standing still seeing darkness come apart.  
A witness to the servant of her heart.

In the Shadow of Sunlight

In the shadow of sunlight where dreams dance daintily
Forgotten memories flicker and fade into frozen fragments
Slivers of soft light illumine the dappled canopy of leaves
The luminescence of son et lumiere is lavish in its lustre
The phosphorescence of photons creates a phantasmagoria
Scenes of silver silence resurrect sonorous solace
The forest glade flits and flirts with frolicking fading light
Burnished beams of bright sunrays ballet in between birches
In the shade, shafts of sunshine shatter, scatter into sparkling specks
Hazel Helios hovers high up in the heavenly hemisphere
The gigantic globule gleams golden as it gives its greetings to gloaming
Surrounded by surreal saffron setting in the shadow of sunlight

Reinventing Time

Knowledge of the future
memories of the past
Caught within a final vacuum
dissipating fast 

Wanton disbelieving
 eyes are liars still
Perception changed then rearranged
sensation thrice distilled 

The philosophy of physics
 logicians burn and melt
Time but smirks as gravity flirts
 judgment prior dealt 

Memories of the future
knowledge of the past
Once you slow the ebb and flow
— the moment is recast 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)

Mine Manx

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       Flirts French

Free Your Mind

Turn your regrets into balloons that fly away and get lost in forever
Because what ifs are a lifetime sentence, multiplied by a run on sentence, with a period that doesn't end without self-reflection
Free fall into your mirror to discover the parts of you that don't get seen
Reach for the dusty neglected corners of the sky and brush away any second thoughts
If your wings have never sung to the road of freedom, then just skip to the next song
Because life is too short to stay in the jail when a mind without limits flirts with your fingertips
p.s. be like water my friend...

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