Short Flip Poems
Short Flip Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Flip by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Flip by length and keyword.
Flip the switch
To prevent the twitch
Before the words propel
The dark side you must repel
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a frown is a smile
with naughty corners of mouth
dragged down, to half-mast.
stop wallowing in the mire ~
flip your lips to all ends up
It is true that I happened to slip
on a banana peel like a drip,
and yet I invented
the trick I presented -
the very first triple-axel flip.
The top flips easily back
flip-top access to a phlegm-filled hack
blackened teeth and rancid breath
the smoker’s path to a breathless death.
Escaping their bowls,
Poor fish flipping and flopping;
Dying free at last:-
Let us flip-flop injustice,
As we live lives free at last.
Some are gentle, wouldn't hurt a fly
Others would simply punch you in the eye
What dictates
The road you take
A flip of a coin as to which would apply
Flip-Flop
Spin a top
Feel a drop
Taste the rain
Weather Vane
What a pain
Dripping light
Falling bright
Wet tonight
Flip-Flop
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mother's search the beach
for lost children and flip-flops
while tanned lifegaurds flirt
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05/14/2018
In the unfairness that ever is life, since
Cinderella will never be wife, to 'her prince'
She settles for average, ordinary shmoes
Ditch the glass slippers ~ flip-flops, gnarly toes
Go to the river with me
We won't be gone too long
I'll have you back in 1-2-3
The time it takes to play one song
Oh it would be so nice
At least I think it would
I'd even go there twice
If we ever could
Life, a mount, full of rage,
What a path, like a cage,
Earth, a ball, on the fish,
Mute and silence, wish
Slippy, fickle back, like a ray,
What a ride, milky way!
Fishy ball, on the horn
On the fish we all born.
What the actual Flip
I remember,
well...
ri-ri-member.
In Abq
Skimming thru
my playlist foo
I blinked out
fell down
and passed out?
I wake
and for God's sake
what the freak happened
It felt like a split second.
I think you know where this goes.
You are somebody I want to stay.
I will go crazy if you go away.
Nobody had a bigger impact than you did.
If you leave me now, I will flip my lid.
As the late Bogie said, "Here's looking at you, kid".
inspired by another member's poem
snow covers green grass
with slippery ice crystals
no time for flip-flops
Real slippery slope
Landing hard on my backside
Fighting back the tears
no cause for laughter
broken bones are not a joke
planned ski trip postponed
Written December 6, 2022
Plain droplets plink downward risk-free.
Rain, that bristles on panes, weighty.
Rip-roaring, soaring, not boring,
as wind assists an outpouring.
Angled and claustrophobic dance.
Can’t see the light; cars take a stance.
Sky, a blue-gray, wiper flip-flops.
Shy, the soft pelts of ho-hum drops.
Flip-flop,flip-flop!
flip-flop,flip-flop!
a steady beating cadence
most annoying at times
whether from a distance
worse yet,when fast approaching
gives one cause to grit their teeth
until the noise moves on
becoming more and more silent
with each progressing
flip-flop,flip-flop.
I will become nothing and you will become everything
you may be right, you may be wrong
is it you or is it me?
in the palm of my hands and in the palm of your hands
who's destiny is it?
is it mine or is it yours?
a man's destiny lies within himself, not within another
so my brother, be free at last go on walking in your own path
Sexy Dr. du Toit
was a man I loved to avoid
I caught the fever, he had the reliever
instead of giving me the injection, it gushed in his direction…
*The doctor was suppose
to give me an injection on my butt,
but most of it ended up on his clothes..
Must have been my attire, if I was not so sick that day, I would have thought it was hilarious*
March should start tomorrow
But it’s leap year, so it won’t.
For anyone who wants to flip
The calendar, please don’t.
To women who are pregnant,
If your labor starts tonight,
You have ‘til midnight to give birth
Or face your child’s plight…
Since a birthday you can’t celebrate
Each year must be the worst,
Though I’m sure some celebrations
Could be switched to March the first.
No time for liars no time for cheats
scorekeeper kept my scorecard neat
I played the game clean
you used a cheat sheet
you got what you wanted
you'll get what you deserve
now its time to sit back and observe
I didn't do much but flip it in reverse
sorry if everything now is adverse
now watch me grin as I flip it back again
well, what do you know now it's my win.
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*Image of Mamie Surfeuse by Pinterest.
Wilma *Flynnstone Flip
Crazy chick half out of her gourd,
chose to surf the ironing board,
hair curlers wound up,
tube ride earns gold cup,
resolving laugh as she gets floored.
*A Flynnstone Flip is an aerial backflip on a surfboard created by Flynn Novak.
2022 July 17
*4th Place*
Limerick
~~Lisa YY: Judged 2022 July 19
**RZ; aabba. HMS; 8,8,5,5,8.
Old souls don't drift off and die
Sit there idle, or even care why
Achieving greatness takes time
Values and a certain state of mind
Realize, for once, it's not just what you see
Understand nuance, syntax, and hyperbole
Help yourself, don't get fooled by any old shroud
Though others are silent and lost in the crowd
Rise up, be courteous, let words show them wrong
As free as a whisper and the cardinal's sweet song
Backing slowly into blank road signs,
Unaware where I am or why I left,
Home,
Safer was the cry in my ears,
Not so sure of that one,
Road kills here still playing in fields,
Thumb still waiting for a passing breeze,
Walking backwards into horizon unseen,
Vagabond pavement wearing at my heels,
Would grin but no faces coming my way.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
A Flip Flop
Shuffling through the dandelions,
Partly hidden in the grass I find,
A little flip flop too soon worn,
Rushing spring, and all its signs.
A tiny girl playing hide and seek,
A doll under one arm, I saw her run,
Little feet got cold, even numb,
Oblivious, she was having fun.
I take the flip flop to her house,
Her mother thanking me so,
I hear a cough, see a wet dress hanging,
Little girl has her first spring cold.
Crofts of humble
mute to grumble
What prods a heart to seek succor?
Fall to tumble
mind a’jumble
spayed fingers join to clasp in prayer.
Flipped to sober
fearless warrior
What tools to fight off plights of fear?
High to lower
wise the warrior
Gains strength and force in quiet’s calm.
Thank you Karen O'Leary...I'll send you
a picture of 'Flip', when I can get back into
Illustrator.:) You're a gentle and kind lady,
and very inspirational!!