Short Whiled Poems

Short Whiled Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Whiled by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Whiled by length and keyword.


The Moon

The moon is so high.
the moon is so low.the moon is dark.
 the moon is light.the moon is blind.the moon is not.
the moon is great.the moon is whiled. the moon is with in
so look at the moon and say youll never change.






love jamie


Premium Member Warm Wishes - Ah

once winter whispered we whiled away, wished warmer winds would wend our way
---------- for the Alliterku Poetry Contest sponsored by Charles Messina written on 2/26/23 syllables checked by HowManySyllables.com
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member For Fathers' Day

Every day, the old man worked the soil,
but he whistled.  He didn't toil. 
Each day, 
I was a child at play,
and as I whiled away the hour,
I fell under his power -
till the day there was no sound. 
The shovel lay on the ground
and sprouted up...a flower.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member American Tragedy - Warning, a Bit Graphic

Tina was a prostitute
          a lady of the night
        By day she whiled the hours away
          staying out of sight

        Though she had repeat business
          she earned no royalties
        for bending over at the waist
          ~ or sinking to her knees
Form: Rhyme

Foggy Day Ways

Stayed in bed yesterday 
Whiled the whole day away

Though idle
My thoughts went astray

Stayed in my head yesterday 
Pondering possible pathways

How things may go
How they may stay

Made up my bed today
But not my mind

Stuck in a gray way
But certainly 

Soon
Will find my way…
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Let the Flowers Grow Again - Mystic

Dreamily, she whiled the empty hours
with her little dolls and her crayon box.
She drew lonely princesses in towers,
hummed to herself, pulled up her socks,
and sketched a field of colorful flowers. 

The forlorn blooms lay flat beneath her gaze.
She wondered, would it be as she had feared -
this would be one of those sad, hollow days.
Then, on the page, the sun and breeze appeared,
as lovely blossoms came alive, ablaze.

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