Short Whim Poems
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Toast him or roast him
or follow your whim, and
put him out on a limb ~
But if that limb breaks
Both your futures are grim
Opulence suits you, my Queen.
To you I humbly devote my life
~ cater to your every whim.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
Neither toy nor a plaything
time on a whim squandered at leisure
frittered for sake of burlesque
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Thinking no further than today
Almost naively believing
Tomorrow may or may not come
Know everything has its price
Especially naiveté
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
There once was a bully named Whim.
None of us children could stand him.
He was sneaky, mean, and no fun.
Worst of all, the principal's son.
His chances of friendship were slim.
Mom said there's no time for a swim!
For sure, I was upset and grim.
The day was so hot-
Time for a quick shot!
Dunked my brainy head on a whim!
We all concede mere words just can't express
the depth of our dismay and our distress...
When we hear you whine, from face so mad and grim,
the Universe won't cater to your every whim!
~winged Cherubim of love’s whims
shoot thy whimsical arrow
seal very heart of my fate
choose for me my mate~
For and in Honor of Dr Ram
And Contest: Winged Cupid
I loved him
On a whim
Said I’d never love again
Churning and turning
In my stomach
Feeling dizzy
So much spinning
Getting tired of the chase
Not knowing what to say
Does he love me back
Or am I just a fool
women are capricious
one moment for a song
they give their heart
buying into the illusion
once the delusion shattered
it's all gone with the wind
and no turning back
the fickle hands of time
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
spring arrives today
a scatter of clouds grey
parisian rains unfurl
winds that twirl and hurl
umbrellas in the air
petticoats fly up with flair
whether each parisian girl
parades for whim or dare
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
gone astray in a world of her own
she earnestly embraces her whims
dancing to a wistful melody
that truthfully only she can hear
and the abiding stars play along
spinning round in graceful harmony
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
You were like a queen
Of a fairy tale
Looking for a king
To love and feel well
I was a poor guy
But fell in love with you
I waited for you
To come and love me too
I killed my precious time
Dreaming fruitless dream
Now I repent for that
Devastating whim
Oh, how I wish to
drive
Hold the steering
wheel ,feeling alive
I have been ridden
for so long
I wanna ride,wanna
feel strong
Open up the door and
hop in
Is it a crime ,is it
a sin
I just need a chance
To hold the gear and
dance
Just me and my car
Riding the road
under the moon
feeling a star
Once upon a whim
As I watched a tractor’s limb,
Poke, and under-tuck
the feed it hoisted up,
It seemed as though it goes
Akin to an elephant’s nose.
When later the machine
Departed from the scene
With scary points hung in
beneath the folded limb,
Its appearance was akin
to a giant scorpion.
Summer-scented blueberry breezes
blow briskly, as Autumn tints the trees.
And loose leaves, like crinkled crimson, fall,
as sweet songbirds sing Summer farewell.
And as daylight dims, darkness descends,
while warm winds morph into fickle friends:
scattering snowflakes, at Winter's whim.
Thought our bubble was safe…
how little we knew about how fragile
the balance of powers be.
Thought the peace we knew
was god-given and would last forever.
How little we knew about
how vulnerable we had become.
Things we took for granted
are no longer birthright freedoms…
Life we know can so quickly change.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I
I had an idea
Far to the back of my mind
It wasn’t clear
A glint not a shine
I had a thought
Couldn’t pin it down
I had a dream
In my dressing gown
I had a whim
Grabbed at thin air
I can’t swim
Throw me a chair
I hunted gold
Hacked with my pick
I caught a cold
Felt quite sick
I toil all day
Hoping for a break
I earn my pay
For heaven’s sake!
David Cox 07/06/22
My life: I’m a stunt man
Climbing black buildings to fly.
And this brings life into my dreams,
Dreams of dancing with clouds in the sky.
And walking through the fire
Then flying through its smoke.
Or wrapping those fingers around my neck,
And squeezing my life to a choke.
Quite simply that is what it’s like,
As I walk through the day in my shoes.
To walk a life out on a whim,
Where every step is mine there to choose.
A fawn was ousted into light
At Moira’s playful whim;
Its mother’s keening birthed delight
Too rapturous to limn.
If Circe were to steer your craft
To her Olympian shore,
Into your hair the wind she’d graft
Your favor to restore.
Into that fawn you’d then be turned
To quell her jealous lust,
Which never has so brightly burned
Nor risen quite so fast.
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Why?
How?
Can you leave me standing,
Alone,
Afraid,
And not shed a tear,
Or
Even bother to look back.
Or
Think of what you've left,
Or
What you had.
Could you even know of all that I have given?
The blood shed.
The soul lost,
Forever,
To a darkness unknown
Inhabited by creatures better left unnoticed.
Foul.
Fetid.
Deadly.
This is my legacy??!??!
This is what you gave me?
This,
Is what I have to offer!!
But,
Can it change?
Hanging in the inside of a drain
as change tries to wash me down
trying to de-ass my head
if you are on the verge
of a breakdown
wouldn't you step over the line
Chases best when the goose
is at its wildest
Improperly proper
Is that life or did a fart just itself
The night pulls itself
across the sky
as my sighs try to capture the twinkling dead light
and the chill wears my skin
and no effort can begin
for i no longer can lift my chin
Just the whim of a whim
The sun does sit so low,
Over the bare English premise,
As the swallows lark before the snow,
Swift, gracious, cutting air with ease.
The air and wind bite the rosie cheeks,
Beautiful sun sets and rise’s on grey,
Moisture hangs in the air and drags over the peeks,
As the darkness creeps in earlier every day.
The dim glow of lights in every house,
You can feel the warmth, the love,
Sharing the year’s crop, feed the poor,
‘tis the season, the sun will die, then rise above.