Best Whisk Away Poems
O, weeping willow shed your sorrow
on whispering breeze to soothe your grief
within whose breath's a healing yarrow
to whisk away tears upon your leaf.
Sweet rustling zephyr embraced in sway
as misty-eyes sigh mournful wind-song,
a wistful heart in bosom ballet
with shadows dancing as currents throng.
Weep not, soulful shimmer 'neath sun’s gold
for chartreuse vines fly the west wind's bend,
enlightenment seeps in roots to hold
as yarrow's pink kisses blown to mend.
Susan Ashley
August 13, 2018
~ Second Place ~
Premiere Contest: 2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 1
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Categories:
whisk away, emotions, heartbreak, hope, sorrow,
Form:
Rhyme
Empath whispers hold covered silence
desires whisk away with the moon
earth tone times of trepidation
dragged off and hidden in the ruin
pain stains blush red under pretense
separate flights of frighten
leaves float
frustration fills the noon
snipped strings hang
on acceptance
what's left of you
looking back forgiven specks
eyes don't lie
aspirations exhaust
breaths rest
hearts reaching past the black
gasps aghast
screams seams split in two
09/08/17
picture contest
Categories:
whisk away, character, confusion, depression,
Form:
Free verse
He Weeps
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Holiness harnessed haughtiness.
Heaven's honor hallows humans.
Heavenly hopes happily hail.
Enemies, earnestly enchant.
Endless errors evoke evil.
Exhilaration empowers.
Wait with God while wild wiles weaken.
Whisk away wrath and wretchedness.
Weep whenever wonder withers.
Enemies endeavor evil.
Empathy erases errors.
Exalted ethos enlivens
Endure. Esteem eternity.
Enjoy ecstasy endlessly.
Exalt essence everlasting.
Prideful prancing produces pain.
Particularly preceding
Pretentiousness pomposity.
Sagacity seeks soul's sagas.
Subliminal soothing sojourns.
Sweetest souls’ salvation survives.
Categories:
whisk away, faith, inspirational
Form:
Alliteration
Waiting for a beam of light to shine on window pane
Wishing for a breath of air to whisk away the haze
Hoping every moment for a lessening of rain
Believing any second you will fall into my gaze
The stars above do glisten like the twinkle in your eyes
And wind does blow as steadily as pounds the blood in me
Desire builds beneath my breast like forest mountains rise
Atop the peak of love sustained is where I long to be
Step into the clearing, my elusive wanderer
Bring to me the company I cherish and adore
Come and lay beside me now, my one heart's conqueror
Stay, that I may wait and wish and hope and pine no more
Categories:
whisk away, love, passionme,
Form:
Verse
Flitting and buzzing in a
playful, poetic dance
a whirr of delicate wings
crescendos and decrescendos
among a colorful carpet of
sumptuous, silky petals.
Daring drones speed dizzily about
barely resting, constantly competing
in a crazy chase for their sticky prize.
Swooning with drunken lust
they dream of its sappy sweetness
and long for its golden glory.
Insect tongues sip and suckle in tandem
greedily drinking with delight to the full.
Soon they whisk away with their
sticky stash to unseen combs.
And I wonder where they go
and how their delectable delight grows
in that hidden world that only nature knows.
Written on 9/14/2019
Categories:
whisk away, insect, nature,
Form:
Free verse
My next brain needs a bigger cow catcher.
The one I have now barely clears wolves and bears.
I want a scoop that will clear a huge swath.
Can push away skyscrapers and fire stairs.
To be able to blade away snowplows too.
Would make my heart leap with sheer crazy joy.
A blade to whisk away all sad, all thoughts of blue.
A fifty-five foot cowcatcher of fun, oh boy!
Categories:
whisk away, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Light Verse
rose-covered blankets
tuck infants in
honey-tongued lyrics
fall on soft skin
eyelids so smooth
shut ever-so-lightly
angel wings soothe
whisk away nightly
Categories:
whisk away, angel, baby, dream, Lullaby,
Form:
Rhyme
My Super Power Is Contest
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
I have many powers handed down from generations,
My father gifted me many obscure competent abilities,
My favorite power is the capability of regeneration,
But being able to do that is probably a big liability.
I fly in the night and tomorrow’s sights appear,
My mind foresees the future as my arms spread,
I’ve seen the look in their eyes, astounded with fear,
As my hands whisk away objects over their heads.
The fated days arriving are seen when there’s trouble,
A gun may be shot and I can sweep away the bullet,
I immediately throw the perpetrator in a glass bubble,
I fly to the cliff, land and effortlessly push and pull it.
When danger arrives I sense the apprehension,
Poor lost souls can’t fight off demons themselves,
The towns people have absolutely no comprehension,
I’m bummed my powers are lost at the strike of twelve.
The witches and warlocks wish they could do what I can,
I don’t need potions to conjure up my fluent capacities,
They gather and get jealous with rage and don’t understand,
They try to compete, how dare they have the audacity.
See, my powers have been given to be used for good,
I’ve learned to adapt and fill my spirit with adoration,
I realize many people get confused and are misunderstood,
I have many powers handed down from generations.
Date Written: June 7, 2016
Categories:
whisk away, children, flying, future, silly,
Form:
Quatrain
Let your fate take root
On hard rock, tangle and bury
Before the coming storm.
and before the coming of the storm
amidst a garden of your crafting
Beliefs and memories planted
and like seeds watered
Take root amidst your cherished greens
Take hand in hand your
memoir
and brace with rooted tangled feat
-mangled,
The coming storm
Come to wash away
come to whisk away;
This is a magical storm
something fantastical
like myth was born
from your hands, as you shake them left to right
and wrestle from them
seeds
trample on your well-trodden soil
and in waves bead your sweaty water
shelter little sprouting
take shelter in his shadow,
Did you nurture your garden?
like I have nurtured mine
mine, lush with little ideas
lush with my graceful evasion
of duties unwatered
moments hoarded
lush with little trees, that in my shadow
do not grow,
and their little fruits, so sour born
Yours, that garden, a gnarled tree
posies tangled on mangled fields
bounties of fruit, in your mangroves
children of our labor
all alike stand before the storm,
Dark clouds gather, broil forth like no afterthought
an army summoned to war, the tax collector come for dues
and bubbling forth
Comes lightning and thunder like sickle and torch
Come to reap the song and sun:
and it is in this shadow they finally grow
and gnarled hand takes my own
-I will not rot away on my own
I stand before my fated choices
and together
our bonds new, old and gnarled
stand firm these moment’s beliefs and
creations
children and parent, arms locked, heads on shoulders both
eyes cast out and tears exhumed
before the coming storm
Our legs take root in our
garden soil
and we cling to what
we know
we hold to what knows
us
but the storm is just
so grand
and our roots are just
so shallow.
Categories:
whisk away, adventure, angst, caregiving, childhood,
Form:
Free verse
He was a man penned,
By instinctive needs,
To whisk away,
Dirty deeds.
The necessities of others,
Trumped what was,
Making headlines,
Out of quiet acts.
Into a text,
He appeared,
From the text,
(h)e disappeared.
A lion he was,
Doubt it not,
Full of blood and fire,
Ready to grab his lot.
Sin was virtue,
Guilt was shame,
The man was hungry,
In want of a name.
The lamb came later,
Down gossip’s path,
Upon an alter,
History crossed.
The books,
With deliberate fancies,
Inverted the meaning
Of time.
Meanwhile,
Blood became wine,
As castles rose,
To hail the divine.
For God’s sake!
The man was made of steel!
Not like superman,
But still a pretty big deal.
One reason,
He became the son,
Was that god,
Needed to be born.
What was the point of
Laying down arms?
When the Romans came,
There were no other charms.
Ay, there’s the rub,
Machiavelli,
Outdated, outrun, out-stated,
By the donkey riding man.
Without faith,
Its all just a spoof,
With out doubt,
There’s no proof.
Before him,
Metaphors were magical,
After,
Merely logical.
Myth,
Is the shining example,
Of what you get,
When men dance and sing.
Religion,
Is the only way,
To get things right,
Some other day.
When the temple,
Came crashing down,
Fate was sealed,
For money ruled the town.
His worshippers protested,
Not to budge,
If he did,
Some rocks they would indulge.
Not one to say no,
Believing in his flock,
He was surprised,
How they began to mock.
When the real story began,
The fake one ended,
Men of action,
Lost their main attraction.
The men with quills,
Who with great depth,
Expressed their wills,
Still whisper in the halls.
Who’s to say,
What it means,
When all is said and done,
Nothing is as it seems.
All hail and rise,
To this story that was devised,
By one god damn man,
Of art he was comprised.
Categories:
whisk away, allegory, allusion, mythology, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Just For The Moment
Follow me my friend, into a journey of our adolescent youth..
Two young girls giggling, holding hands.
Life’s dreamers through the sands of time. Can you see it?
The joy of being young and alive, naught a care,
only the kaleidoscope of our minds embracing, Just for the moment..
Remember the clandestine paths, and the warmth of opulence waters upon our naked bodies? The smell of the ocean breezes that linger for days, while the salt of the earth bask our tender skins. Awe, The sweet taste of liqueur, that gently rocks our souls into a melody of oblivion..
The nocturnal walks we share upon the cornerstone of life, as we watch the mighty ships roll in. The quasi, young, bodacious men emerging, trying desperately to whisk away our days of innocents. Such laughter of pure delight, as we teasingly battle the guardian within.
Alas! The weathered faces of time have come to greet us.
That which hath stealth our youth of mind and body.
We are the cry into the lonely nights, actuated by fear of the infirmity,
fading ever so slowly into the aftermath of the ages...
"Hush my friend" We are now protectors of yesteryear. The running beaches of freedom's future, and the seekers of love and peace. Our light of hope may linger, but a moving flame of belief comes alive, with a gentle touch of wisdom and kindness as we embrace the acceptance of the whispers in our lives...
Two old girls, giggling, holding hands.
Life’s dreamers, through the sands of time..
Can you see it? Just for the moment..
Dedicated to my friend Donna Staggs...
A treasured memory from my youth! (Peace & Hugs)
Copyright 2010~Cyn Sadler
Categories:
whisk away, best friend, friendship, innocence,
Form:
ABC
Whirling wind twirling.
Whisk away sand, Tree leaves gone.
Hurricane blowing.
Categories:
whisk away, nature, seasons,
Form:
Haiku
Come one come all hurry do not hide
I want you to come along on a magic carpet ride
Cap in hand, sit don't stand
We'll whisk away to our favorite land
Andrea Dietrich sit for a spell
I will tell you now my magic tale
Of days of adventure on foreign sands
Left in wonder to what is at hand
Open our imaginations and figure out how to steer
And then how to fly this rug or buy some beer
Ruth Courtney- Magic Carpet Ride Contest
Categories:
whisk away, adventure, art, confusion, faith,
Form:
Verse
If there was hope in humanity
If there was sunshine in every soul
If each cloud had a silver lining
And every being achieved their goal
If I could see the sun rise
If I could hear the violin play
If every night was cool and calm
I'd be inclined to stay
If every child could know laughter
If every mother knew no pain
If every girl knew she was divine
And every boy was optimistic in the rain
If stars could whisk away darkness
And a ripple could cleanse the pond
If a girl could change the future
So hopeful, so blue-eyed, so blonde
If there is hope in laughter
If there is sunshine in many a soul
If every cloud has a silver lining
And so many people reach their goal,
If I can watch the sun rise
And listen to the violin play
If every night allows me sleep
I think I'm inclined to stay
If many a child knows laughter
And mothers are saved from their pain
If so many girls know their divinity
Even boys can sing in the rain
And if stars can whisk away darkness
A ripple can affect the pond
Just as well, I could change the future
No matter what awaits in time beyond
Categories:
whisk away, april, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
O Brother Where Art Thou?
Delectable nostalgic film:
Toe tapping “can” song
I am a Man song
Journey without seeking the treasure
Cows can’t swim, roofs measure
Little people push brooms
Fiancés deck grooms
Politicians run out on a rail
Some dance, with their tail
Baby face throws Bi-polar
Getaway car-high roller
Sirens sing then whisk away
Leaving toads behind that day
Blind rail traveler foretells all
But the rail car scene, Oh man- that fall!
“Kin is kin”- “gopher Everett”?
“Dapper Dan man”, with a hair net
Some scenes I’d cut
Not necessary they put
But otherwise a great dime
About three men “not” doing time
I’ve seen it about 4 times, still singing the songs
Categories:
whisk away, adventure
Form:
Free verse