Awhirl Poems | Examples

bluebird

bluebird on a branch
sets cherry blossoms awhirl
spring perfume



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Angry Fist

When you try to solve your problems
with the swing of an angry fist 
that cannot be unswung
nor the damage caused undone
regret will sidle up
hollow out your belly
and set your mind awhirl
conveying very clearly 
that what you should have done
was take a breath or two
go back a bit in time
to when that fist 
would not have swung
to when Boots
raised from just a puppy 
relied on your protection
and came to you for comfort 
unclench that angry fist
and remember how it felt
when Boots was in your lap 
and you used that unclenched fist
to gently stroke his warmth
as he lazily stretched and yawned.

Happy Day At Squirrel Ballet

happy day
squirrel ballet
tutus a twirl
laced slippers awhirl

recital galore
never a bore
fluffy tails spinning
prima donnas are winning

happy day happy day
loving this squirrel ballet

Internal Conflict

Brain splitting in two
The mind in constant fission 
To sever the fruit

Consciousness fading
The mind is put asunder 
A crack is shaping

Internal conflict 
My mind afflicted and awhirl 
Oh the need to rest

Confining the eyes
Drift away on silent wings
A better day nears

Hes Taking a Break

 off the wall dancing
electric blue shoes awhirl
one-armed pushup

11/5/2020

Jamaica My Day

Jammed some fun into one day
Aboard kayaks, paddling play
Mangroves, stingless jelly fish
And in my head, a hand itched

In beats, a beach reggae-tunes
Crashing waves upon the dunes
As curling smiles seemed to mock
Monster cruiser at the dock

Yellow sun did set too fast
Dashing night on anchor cast
Awhirl the sea’s brooding deep
Yesterdays pile on the keep

(9/12/2020: '04 Carver 420 Mariner; DMS)

Fountainhead

Fountainhead
by Michael R. Burch 

I did not delight in love so much
as in a kiss like linnets' wings,
the flutterings of a pulse so soft
the heart remembers, as it sings:
to bathe there was its transport, brushed
by marble lips, or porcelain,—
one liquid kiss, one cool outburst
from pale rosettes. What did it mean ...
 
to float awhirl on minute tides
within the compass of your eyes,
to feel your alabaster bust
grow cold within? Ecstatic sighs
seem hisses now; your eyes, serene,
reflect the sun's pale tourmaline.
 
Published by Romantics Quarterly, Poetica Victorian, PW Review, Nutty Stories (South Africa), Inspirational Stories, Poetry Life & Times

My Mind Is a Whirl

Don't. Can't. Won't. Listen. Listen.
My mind is awhirl. Too much of that stuff.
Life is redundant. My friends are boring.
My parents are fussy. Absolutists.
No room for me. I try to get in my truth.
Screaming it out in looks
For I am not allowed to speak
Unless spoken to. Right?

My mind is awhirl. Wanting to break out.
Of this prison where I was put right away.
Little ladies don't get dirty.
Don't speak until spoken to.
My friends jabber about the same stuff.
Every day. A rewind conversation.
I am screaming with my eyes
And my body language.
No one cares.
As long as I
don't show
my crazy.

My Devoted Patron

No one ever had a more devoted super patron.
He marveled at every painting and poem I thought up.
He cheered at each of my gaudy crazy color choices,
He toasted all my thoughts with a golden glass tribute cup.

He wanted to buy all, the first time I had a white arts and crafts carnival tent.
I was against this of course, wanting a chance to sell to others, to share my soul.
This life is not yours, he said, you are more sensitive, artistic, heaven-sent.
But I wanted to sell to excited children, and their mothers, that was my goal.

My marvelous patron talked me into selling online, and that worked out for a bit.
I was gleeful and happy and awhirl with joy with each sale, so tried and true.
But when I went to visit him, and saw each painting in his home, I threw a hissy fit.
I wanted to sell to others, I said, I didn’t want all of them to be sold to you.

Now when I sell a painting or a poem, I run home all aquiver, excitedly glad.
Sales always chase away any insane feelings of disappointment or unexpected gloom.
I have a patron who believes in me, a man who is honest, and never a cad.
Best of all, to deliver it, all I have to do is walk to my own living room.

The Bulldog Has Become a Mom

The Bulldog Has Become A Mom

A blink ago she was our babe in arms;
Then turn around; and there the smiling girl -
Around again - the strong young woman,
Then wed; another shares her charms.
Now she strides through life, our perfect pearl,
Embracing all the ways of being human.
Now she graces the gifts of motherhood
With all its joys and false alarms,
Bearing well it all, her world awhirl
Its challenges well understood
As all about, a little Chaos swarms.

Fractured Fake News

Boris and Natasha's minds were awhirl
As the Russia probe facts did unfurl.
Let's end the confusion
There was no collusion
Was fake news of moose and of squirrel.

The Wind

With rustle and twirl,
                       The wind
    Sets the leaves awhirl
                      They spin
      Like colored dancers
                       And then
    With a whispered sigh,
                       The wind
Drops them from on high.

        It vanishes through
                       the trees,
       Free and careless as
                        It please;
    Comes back a whisper
                        To tease,
      Through a snowy veil,
                     The leaves
         Into one last dance.

Parallel Universes

revelation of revelations!
an ordinary morning til..
discovery of discoveries 
brittle chrysalis
upside down, branching
breathing, pulsing
I pause and
inspect the
pupa’s fortress
tight and hard as 
childhood memories of
milkweed pods 
splaying, splitting, dropping
fragments into the
pungent soil beneath

My birth sac
splits apart
Baptismal waters
run down my legs
he’s going to be a
football player the 
doctor predicts.
one last push
spills my babe
onto linen’s 
glaring whiteness.
oops, he’s a she
and so beautiful.

A parallel universe
repeats, reflects, completes 
an ever changing 
life cycle
sunshine dries
black and orange panes
tiny filaments of gossamer
wings shimmer silky white
against the opaque sun

Dad’s car delivers
mom and babe home
their newborn squalls.
her tiny fingers 
curl in a tight fist.
each digit is a
prayer bead
chanting its presence.

I gaze in amazement 
my mind awhirl
wings and elbows,
antennae and toes
displace space now that
seconds before was
unknown. unclaimed.

Pleas From Aleppo

An elitism set awhirl like a spinning top 
Buoyed in hypocritical double standards and flimsy hoax
A nuisance that seems to never stop 
And the world Is stage staggering in its hazards and coax 
In constrained selective sympathy and nuance 
As the pressed lurk in their solemn withering plight 
And the hashtags and social media rage made no functional relevance 
Whiles sentiments and selective sympathies fade overnight 
Accompanied by lukewarm solidarity as it always been 
Yet blood thirsty fanatics hide behind elitism to perpetrate unbelievable crimes 
Fuelled by greed and damned ideologies obscene 
And the aftermath,A cacophony of unheard bestrewn voices too sublime for a shift in paradigm  
And they cry in the dirt and dust yet we care less 
So they live to die another day in their darkness and hopeless distress

I Should'A Read the Fine Print

I should'a read the fine print
when into the hairdresser's I did go
no guarantee that the shade or tint
won't end up indigo

I looked like a parrot 
all they said was with a laugh
better than looking like a carrot
asked if I wanted to buy a scarf

I should'a read the fine print
after I hit her with my shoe
when they called the police
asking what caused the to-do

said I wasn't supposed to look like parrot
a golden blonde was what I wanted
you should'a read the fine print
is what the policeman quoted.

I am sitting in a cell my mind is awhirl
I look like a blue parrot in a cage
first person who says what a pretty girl
will be the victim of my rage.


Penned 12/4/2016

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