Best Whisp Poems

The Bedouins, bequeathed with the sacred beauty of paradise harsh,
trusted guardians of jealous gorges and gifted groves
lead me from the Wadi Musa to the humble...

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Having loved ones is an incredibly comforting feeling, but when you enter the vast 
landscape of the mind and see only depression and despair, ...

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I am the dying light in the sky,
That makes you wonder if you are real,
Or if i am all that is left of your existence.
And...

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The windchill is 45 below sanity
a snow man has frozen snot
dripping from his 1 carrot nose
but the cold doesn't stop the gun toll
in my sweet...

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Dawn's light roused me from morning mist
Upon my breast, his amber pendant lies
Gently awakened when warmly kissed
as sunlight dapples across my sleepy eyes

Upon my breast,...

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This morning it’s enough to sit by the sea
Playing my fingers across the crest of the waves
And watch the sun blossom over the tops of...

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The Poetess......

Suffered in angst and deep loneliness,
As her Jasmine poetry was anew and just growing.
“What good are my poems regarding truthfulness 
or honesty?
Against seas of...

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she was but 
a whisp of breeze
but caressed within her words
is a love of humanity...

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There once was a myth wid a lisp.
She made brownies wid a wide whisp.
Leaving chunks, she swore,
the batter she wore,
this myth burnt the batch to...

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Fairies Stroke's Of Luck

Traipse taffaria fairies, comps citrine
fragrances, tis thirty orangey glean
plucked days hath November, foundation blend,
paints its labored autumns rests, well-earned friend.

Forbade naught tis...

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My favorite legend still has salt on it,
white freckles left from the sea of Colchis.
If you search carefully, 
you might even find a whisp of...

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I talk, I scream but it seems so in vain.
I'm here but I'm not, you look but you do but you don't see.
I'm an outcast...

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Dreared Rains sing patteringly 
of Joy
 forgotten warmth ray and
Bluebird's tripping
fall from nest-

So high from where 
once again life
shall resume When the rains whisp-
per southern
Winds



A....

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A foreign language of touch lingers 
upon every brush and every finger 
soft scrolls of wonder gently lain 
caressing visions and erasing pain

Whisp the winds...

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For whom now hath the death bell tolled?
The answer, for thee, a soul weary and old.
Did thou know times line was ever thinning?
I regret to...

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