Famous Whoosh Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Whoosh poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous whoosh poems. These examples illustrate what a famous whoosh poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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...there so quickly
no time to check - a female whisper or in drag
mosquitoes daren't treat such presence slackly
a wispy whoosh - the poor sods are in the bag
satan's emissaries (the devil's darning needles)
mischief makers - tell lies they stitch you lip to lip
they're elusive (haunting) as the best of riddles
forcing you to sense the eternal as a blip
illusion change - stuff timelessness is made of
beauty allure - life's compulsive invitations
what's wanted's lost - it's a...Read more of this...
by
Gregory, Rg
...dunce;
`But I read about the Bleeders in the WEEKLY GASBAG once;
`Sitting lonely in the humpy when the wind began to "whoosh,"
`How I longed to share the dangers and the pleasures of the push!
`Gosh! I hate the swells and good 'uns -- I could burn 'em in their beds;
`I am with you, if you'll have me, and I'll break their blazing heads.'
`Now, look here,' exclaimed the captain to the stranger from the bush,
`Now, look here -- suppose a feller was to split upon the push...Read more of this...
by
Lawson, Henry
...arely sounded
sound (put your nuclear ears
on for it, your giant hearing horn, its cornucopia mouth
wide) -- a slippery whoosh of rain
sliding down a mirror
leaned against a windfallen tree stump, the sound
a child's head makes
falling against his mother's breast,
or the sound, from a mile away, as the town undertaker
lets Grammy's wrist
slip from his grip
and fall to the shiny table. And, if you turn
your head just right
and open all your ears,
you might hear
this finest sou...Read more of this...
by
Lux, Thomas
...the leap of a bright cat-fur
my eye is dumb
asking to be devoured
i am trembled over
(a bag of fear-bones)
there is a whoosh of flame
streaking but static at
your night's abundance
tall grass is waving
the moon waxes
the face of the tiger
sparkles in its own glow
offers a striped peace
fireflies come my way
messages are calm
i step inwards
stroking the bright pelt...Read more of this...
by
Gregory, Rg
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