Best Whipping Poems

One of many dark moments in America's History, home of the brave and the free.


A.W. Nutter

“Let the bullwhip sing”
“Stifling freedoms ring”

My sweat soaked shirt
Was quickly...

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Haunted by the death of dreams 
and slaughtering of innocence 
but too afraid to dig up the bones 
and examine our own mistakes, 
we bury...

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Thirsting, thirsting. . . shriveled earth
suffocates in summer’s dearth,
yearns for rain clouds’ forthwith bursting:
Shriveled earth. . . thirsting, thirsting.

Browning, browning in their beds,
flowers parched hang...

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When it left the Arctic it was as a wild angry wind
that stormed its way across the ice bound Arctic ocean.
Blowing the snow clad icebergs...

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In a Nutshell

The Son of God our Savior;
A human form He took;
Twas prophesied in days of old;
It's written in His book.

Blood ran on the whipping...

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I was a learned meteorologist, studying azure atmosphere and vivid weather,
To give a prophetic daily forecast, like bees gliding remote locales of heather.

Often I had...

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Wakened, the winged and winsome wind

wandered westerly while whistling witchery.

It waltzed whimsically within woodlands -

whooshing, then whipping willows.

Worn, it waned. . . whispering wistfully....

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I may never know what exactly happened,
but I think I know the why of it

Tadhana…Fate…Destiny…Kismet…

Put it in so many words,
but it all boils down to...

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The Fall of The Winter King    

He had risen to power
fueled by a vicious and ruthless determination
to reclaim a lost throne.

His tactics...

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The moon was neither full, nor was it not
She shone down radiant lighting the misty ole night
The waves lapped the shore
As a gentle breeze streaked...

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Assaulting me!  The darkness comes to be
    in devil’s guise. Phantom haunts my mind;
  in sleep paralysis I cannot flee...

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Some people call it breakfast which makes me snicker and giggle
It might have been since it starts with a pancake or two
except then I add...

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In my travels late one night 
upon a country road
Across the fields and in the distance 
something surely glowed
Perhaps a fire over there? 
Though I...

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I can hear the mouthless wind 
loudly howling outside my window
Its wingless unseeable form whipping through    
 the leafless trees 
riding the...

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Nothing is like riding this tornado,
wild and twisting, away that we go.
Oh, it is so magical, this adventure,
whipping around, an enchanted blur,
we are more than...

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