Best Whistling Poems

~writer's notes~

i think out loud
from my fingers to a keyboard 
so forgive me if my speak
is somewhat long winded
if it has swirls and curls
this is...

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I still remember 
how you were
there in the dark,
holding my 
bleeding heart.
Whilst I wandered,
sleepless under
soundless spheres.

Now I search
for your starlit
symphony
that echoes,
as idyllic octaves,
from the last...

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~The best poem ever~

Without saying a word I’m going to go where no one has gone before.
A twilight zone, only God and I know of....

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POTD 30th August 2018 

The gently swaying branches of the old oak should elicit calmness
And yet a sense of foreboding permeates the midnight air
Wild imaginings?...

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Hills come alive with sweet sounds of birds whistling tunes
Filled with harmonious peace, you sail within time
Gentle whispering winds through branches of trees call

When you...

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A solitary man
I make my way up the mountain
One step at a time
The life I know further and further behind
I wish to be alone
away from...

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Time keeps crawling
Time thaws fleeting days 
Days with daisy hope
Days where you fall
Fall to rise again
Fall in perfumed dreams
Dreams forgotten
Dreams lost in silence
Silence that sings
Silence...

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JAZZ MAN

Lips of sweat,
Igniting catalyst tune as they burn, 
Crossed eyes, attention spreads
feeling the whiteness in the pure magic
Each memo confronts the other, 
Soul cord...

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Wind whistling through the weeping willow tree
Its teary leaves drip silently into the fast flowing river
They float freely dancing in the dappled daylight
Caught in the...

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When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
In that old house there by the...

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The freedom to love is threatened
                   ...

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lately, i have been in this female mood
for some kind of abandon, that
which exhales the tigress fire
out of my lungs digging the veins
from a week's'...

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Great sun, your day is drawing to a marvelous close.
The horizon seems ablaze as you slowly spill into the turning of night.
Tomorrow we shall see...

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 I wander far from the coal-tar smog
and buzzing sounds of the city
to a place where I can smell
fresh-cut hay in a tepid breeze.
I stroll...

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My Lord shall arise with healing in His wings, 
The Sun of Righteousness, of whom my soul sings, 

The Lord has His way in the...

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