Best Whisper Poems
How fast to wiles I fell my damask rose,
awake from slumber slept untold ages.
To gaze so deep in ocean eyes repose,
and print whispered prayer on mind's pages.
Your soul in gleaming shadow found complete,
a thirst no other want or wish contrived.
Nor cherry grown upon the branch so sweet,
without cold and dark of Winter survived.
What heart loved without a madness looming,
secure from injury sure to tarnish.
Unbroken, though lone in sadness' glooming,
and held away from love's fruited garnish.
How true the dove devoted in flight still,
that lasted in love, more than ever will.
Distant prayers echo through a lilac sky
light flickers brilliantly in angelic eyes
a yellow crocheted blanket falls to the floor
and a growing heart winks inside.
Kindness breeds kindness in a precious heart
and a kindred spirit lifts and flies free.
helping our fellow man in need
forgiving selfishness and greed
Open up your heart and mind
another child feeds a hungry soul
for one who loves to love, the greatest
blessing of all, is seeing the one you love, love
Whisper soft into the night my dire want
let the rains wash down a growing grace
carry off grandeur into a sequel led estate
as a simple smile adorns a very humble face
~
A lilac endeavor
of promised importance
came strolling along
on a path in the sun
Its fragrance unfurling
this side of September
when springtime was singing
for winter was done
With meadowlarks chatting
in off color language
while watching the roses
now bloom by the wall
She fancied a smile
in lace covered cotton
with hair gold and windy,
the belle of the ball
I stood there a’ staring,
my eyes hardly leaving
the shape of her world
filled with raspberry dreams
Along an old footpath
with grass patches growing
and banks touching lilies,
all lining the streams
My heart felt a tremor,
like mountaintops falling
in piles of pebbles
and granite like things
Her beauty a fashion,
none other was wearing,
a fine velvet cloth stitched
in apricot strings
She looks my direction
with eyes colored passion
and lips made of honey
as sweet as the bees
Now watching her fingers
collecting the samples
of Ginkgo leaves floating
the back of the breeze
She laughed in the open,
a bright sun was shining
midst butterflies tinting
their wings greenish blue
I followed her northward,
my hand in my pocket,
then pulled out a poem
said, “This is for you”
An unfolded whisper
‘tween petals of daisies
now telling a story
of love or of not
Her glance towards the paper
was finding her grinning,
her painted toes tingled,
her breath just forgot
I melted like butter
on sidewalks in August
when feeling her smile
pressed tightly to mine
I guess in the verses
with lines penned in rhythm
she knew of my joy,
I had told her in rhyme
So now we just wander
directions that beckon
when autumn is sleeping
and summer awakes
Picking up branches,
like sculpting a sunset
or bridging a pasture,
whatever it takes
With overall blue jeans
and knees wet and muddy,
we tend to the gardens
the earth it does claim
While sharing our wine
with a cat and a moon bean,
enjoying each other,
now who could complain
I was a gentle whisper upon the wind
That swept over the green valleys
I climbed the height of the highest mountain
And murmured softly as I descended the slopes
I picked up speed and started moving swiftly
Over the plateau and the sun swept plains
I picked up speed and started to howl
Whistling around corners and pushing gust after gust
Bending the trees till they touched the earth
I reached the open water and the lapping waves became huge swells
Higher and higher went the waves until the white caps hit the shore
I took the rain and pelted it against the earth
Harder and harder as if in an angry rage
Then I blew my self out on the open ocean waves
Exhausted, I once again became a whisper on the wind
My life spirals ever downward...
The grave taunts me with its laugh.
Death's bony fingers are affixed my throat
As the jester of my unmerited epitaph.
My angst at my ever-flounder appears
Well-earned and justly placed
Where the rabid minions of an avenging God
Will no doubt make bold of my disgrace.
Have I lived too long a life so plain
Where my soul was too confined
And any realistic hope of eternal bliss
Seems mere folly at this time?
To live too long is an old Man's curse
And bound to evoke some industry
Where best intentions are set adrift...
To partake sweet ecstasy.
These stains that commemorate my Earthly Sins
Are laid denuded for all to see.
I drag them unceremoniously into an afterlife
That may not wish to bolster me.
But who among us hasn't stumbled
With Death's foot ajar the door
With temptations strewn like pearled oysters
On life's repugnant shores?
The righteous path is straight and narrow
And a vehicle for all those bold and brave
But only appeared crucial and strategic as
I stand with one foot in the grave.
How happier were those days gone by
When I was young and free from vice.
If I had only maintained such vernal guileless
To insure a place in paradise.
But I have come to this conclusion
As Death's whisper slakes my soul with dread.
Too much time has been my nemesis and any
Last minute burbling is better left unsaid.
So at this hour... this late late hour...
I now confront an awful truth.
I might have had a better chance at Heaven...
Had I perished in my youth.
The End
Ever-flounder: A bad situation of one's own making.
*I wrote this poem from the perspective of someone who fears their sins are
too heavy for God to bear.
*Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your uncle.
Whisper to me, my love
And let me hold you to my heart
Remove your veil of death
And come to me the man you were
In my dream we can be
Two lovers till dawn breaks in the sky
Oh, those days when you caressed my hair
Those nights of sultry love
Whisper to me, my love
And let me hold you to my heart
Death cannot destroy this eternal love
Come and kiss my ruby lips
Oh, those days when we held hands
Those nights of sultry love
Whisper to me, my love
And let me hold you to my heart
Until the first rays of sun above
Now go to your resting place
Fold your arms and listen, my love
Until, I whisper your name again
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April 9, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Whisper To Me
Copyright Protected, ID 16-776--398-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Inspiration - Speak Softly Love, Andy Williams
For the contest, Grens Evergreen (Golden Oldies) #1
sponsor, Teppo Gren
First Place
Whisper hello to the evening
~
Autumn echoes call your name
through valleys painted tangerine
Beneath a slowly setting sun
of twilight promises serene
Feel these winds of deep affection
quivering upon your heart
Whisper hello to the evening
as the daylight does depart
Chasing dreams in silent shadows
neath a moonbeam’s shimmered dance
Soft reflections so alluring
silhouettes in true romance
Sit with me this velvet meadow
while the stars enchant the view
Kiss me soft of endless wonder
know this love I have for you
~
Good night Soupers
i stand beneath the moon
attempting to admire its beauty;
it's as full as my mind
with thoughts of you
i feel the breath of wind
a tender, welcomed touch
against my almost bare flesh
it arouses me
as shadows touch
like lips reaching
towards that first kiss
the gleam of a thousand stars
become your eyes
reflecting back at me
passion’s flame ignites
i can hear its thunder
loud, like a summer's storm
your inner soul shines
like lightning across the sky
i arch my back
and cherish the warmth
as the wind caresses me
and feel the rain of affection
pouring down on me
soothing me
i am refreshed
as i marvel in the beauty
of our relationship
love full bloom
yet i struggle
like the moon
between clouds
yearning to understand
the abomination
of others
and scorn their darkness
with the beauty of your light
The balmy breeze wafted over the prairie,
Where yellow cowslips huddled in patches.
And here and there I heard a whisper echoing:
Love her, love her, love her.
But she seemed deaf and preferred the wounded wind.
How easy it was to forget and never recapture
All my wistful whisper, I would always love you.
Those sweet nothings of past affections.
We no longer trudged the path made up for two.
Forgotten were those bygone days
When we believed that thistledown tufts
Were really friendly fairies in disguise.
Thus she escaped my clutches
And like a unicorn disappearing in an eclipse,
I headed for a dull and empty living
Blaming her uselessly for I still loved her.
Weren't we the product of our time?
We slammed the doors of love in our own faces,
Building woeful walls around us
Painting it with a tinge of misunderstanding,
When we could lead such a colorful life,
Giving our hearts a chance,
Laughing at ourselves.....
And sending a whisper,
a woeful whisper to the moon above.
Placed First
The maracas of leafy trees
whisper rhythms to the wind,
a quiet song of December.
Four days---- left to go---
till the year ends,
and time spills forward,
its hands brushing past us,
softly, relentless.
You and I,
counting moments,
the weight of years
settling like dew-----light, inevitable
somethings are done, a lot many left undone
but the ceaseless march of time moves forward.
But here in the enchanting garden,
under the sun’s gentle gaze,
age is a story written in roots and petals,
a bench painted green with memories
What is there to grieve,
when old feels like this-----
and life hums softly
in the company of trees?
Pain refines,
but grace restores.
This is the whisper
of strength.
There are days
when the world feels heavy,
when the echoes of yesterday
press against the walls of today.
You walk forward,
yet the past lingers like a shadow . . .
a silent presence
reminding you
where you’ve been.
But hear this:
You are not bound
by what was.
You are shaped
by your resilience,
by the moments
when you chose to rise,
even when
the weight of it all
begged you
to fall.
Pain has touched you,
but it has not
broken you.
Instead,
it carved wisdom
into your bones,
strength
into your spirit,
and grace
into your steps.
Healing comes.
Whatever storm
you walk through now,
it is not here
to consume you.
It is here
to remind you
of the fire within,
the unwavering light
that refuses to dim.
Rescue comes.
And in this chapter . . .
you choose to rise.
Let these words
settle within you.
Breathe in
strength,
exhale
doubt.
You are seen,
you are heard,
and
you are never alone.
In my country,
Seeing smoky sky
Is nothing,
But Killing kids kills
Me everyday, every minute
Every second,
No matter with
Thundering bullets
Or lightening rockets;
It is being our daily habit
No more choices:
To die or but to die
Silently without even a whispered Cry,
Or a small bit of a registered grave;
It is happening now just in my country!
I’ve sat atop my boulders of woe, peering across a sun bit desert landscape, where clouds hung from its sky like cotton balls. Reflecting upon the years, they settled deep within the forsaken canyon carved within my chest. Here is my escape…my rest. I closed my eyes and let the ancient winds kiss my skin. “Breathe”, it said in a whisper, “and leave your troubles here. Resign your fear, for these boulders eventually will crumble too, and the woes that you carry soon will be few.” I did as my ancestors said, and left it all to erode, carrying away with me, a heart light with hope.
When dusk arrives each night, I shall whisper sweet nothings,
when the door closes I shall tenderly show passion-
We know that love is not material items or diamond rings,
but a wholeness filled with adoration and compassion.
I shall kiss you gently as the ivory dove sweetly sings,
for a merciful and kind life your heart brings.
All noise shall go away, and I shall comfort with ease,
when darkness hovers I shall reveal my desires-
A hush here and there and then your pain will cease,
as the beauty of our great love tenderly transpires.
We shall walk hand and hand in the crisp morn’ breeze,
and together see the hope and faith no one else sees.
Soft and kind we shall defeat all who try to steal
our joy and happiness when we are together-
For you have given me devotion, my heart you did heal,
and we shall walk a path of love forever and ever.
When we said our wedding vows we made a deal,
that until eternity ends, this love we shall feel.
Sweet nothings I shall whisper to you each night,
and we shall begin anew the very next day-
With you by my side I shall always see the light,
and write rhymes of fondness sometimes I can’t say.
When I am blinded by pain, you are my sight,
sweet nothings I shall whisper to you each night.
November 16, 2017
Tonight I closed my eyes to pray
God.. let me feel, hear, and touch
Remove earth's blinders from me
Oh vulnerability... almost too much
Suddenly,
Your dreams for a moment.. felt
Such beauty I can't describe
Love's song unleashed in me
Lyrics danced and wouldn't hide
Star's wonder, I now could touch
Each of them knew your name
We embraced, I saw you there
Felt things that can't be tamed
Heaven's breeze began to speak
Your sacred secrets into my ear
Caressing my heart into belief
She's yours, if only.. stay near
Your dreams for a moment.. felt
Sweet dreams carried on the wind
Such a fierce and breathless love
Two hearts, now one...
... we'll never end!
~Lyric Man
Note: This write is an echo lyric to Maia Lewis' "If For A Moment" (you must go and read it!). My song is about a guy who answers that "if" question, by asking God to allow him to feel, hear, and touch what's going on inside the heart of a particular girl.