Short Whimpered Poems
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"Aywa, aywa, aywa niq kusy." She softly whimpered.
He kept going at her while making her so much wetter.
He began breathing on her neck while panting harder and faster.
Olden clock
Rusty nails and forgotten tales
Gnarled Brailles fogs your brain
Amongst the sacred trail you did not take
Whimpered cries can not break
Only a cloud shall escape
A quickened pace
You will embrace
Her husband's kisses made her heartbeat quicken;
he held her hand and whispered, 'Happy birthday' -
and for a moment, Janet felt convinced his
untimely death had been a dream, and George was
alive. On opening her eyes, she whimpered...
Earths red crust shudders
Skyline crackles purple forks
Famine feet flurry
My willow tree scorched
Lunar eclipse eternal
Barefoot beach walk dream
Volcanic ash views
A black season treelines crunch
Whimpered solo bark
Stagnant water tea
Pungent roots and herbs galore
Humanless abyss
Melancholic drivel, gravitating stammer
Mosaic affinity, reticent clammer
Gushing droplets and whimpered dawn
Hindering clarity, vanquished, withdrawn
Trembling masquerade, deserted palm
A cleaved cradle, posing qualm
Seeping sorrow, hoping consider
Bequeathing dainty, wishing deliver.
I said more to her then "than in all our life together"--
She just whimpered and moved her head a little,
Then she was gone.
We didn't say anything...
"A pure change happened"
My Daughter
"Heaney"
6/15/'13
English Three Verse Haiku Poem (c)
He was indeed a
Yammerer…complained all day
He did while unwed…
Complained once he wed
And when they told him
A yammerer he
Was… he just said that’s
Very much “Unfair” and whined
And whimpered daily.
W.C.Hull © 2020-19-4-H1344-
2454-I50-K50-30-L56-3
Collated papers filed and the bills paid
as the kettle whistled invitingly.
My son’s laughter drifting in through the window—
I have forgotten to close the billowing drapes.
A sempiteral tableau.
An ephemeral scene crowds in:
The loud curtains tucking at my memory;
my son’s voice trapped in distress.
The kettle whimpered as it boiled dry—
old papers flutter in my periphery …
Away from the dog park
He circles three times
Without the doggie bags
His poops are now crimes
The neighbors were peering
Through curtains half shut
As I strolled by whistling
“that isn’t my mutt”
And just as I'm thinking
I made it back home
A car in the driveway
A flashing blue dome
My dog in the back seat
Just whimpered and whined
The officer chuckled
His poop but your fine
©7/13/2023
Miss Five whimpered as she walked from the house,
Her feet hurt and caused her to grouse.
She made many stops
\ and not a few small hops
When boots came off - culprit was found - squished mouse!
Written 31 August 2018
For Limerick Contest
Sponsor Charles Messina
nb. Gumble boots was my name for my gumboots at age 5. That day they
were Grumble boots.
Turned it loose and got drunk
As a smelly old skunk
On disgusting cheap wine
In the Carolina pines
Shot guns at thin air
(Who the heck gonna' care?)
Weren't it fun, weren't it fine
In the Carolina pines?
Then we REALLY got clobbered
We staggered and slobbered
We wallowed like swine
In the Carolina pines
(In the morning we grieved
We hocked and we heaved
We whimpered and whined
In the Carolina pines)
By: tryerson
Motif: Nature
You and I have never met
but I am the child you must not forget.
I am the child who whimpered at night.
I am the child whose future was bright.
I am the child whose fear was real.
I am the child whose scars won't heal.
I am the child you see each day
who is not your problem, so you turn away.
I am the child, the child so small
who only wanted to be loved, that's all.
You and I have never met
but I am the child you must not forget.
Heather wore a saddening frown.
Her head drooped down.
Her eyes were red and puffy.
Her nose was stuffy.
She wept with a pout.
She would yell and shout.
Heather gave a groan
And was to sit alone.
Everyone was glad,
But Heather was sad.
No one knows why,
She’d wail and cry.
She whimpered until,
She had no will
To cry anymore.
She went in the door.
Heather’s heart was like
A broken glass.
With a great mass,
To push off her shoulders.
William had a whinging wife.
William was a fool.
When she begged him for some water,
For too wet her whistle.
William tossed her in the pool.
William’s wife Wilma,
Looked at life quite starkly.
She whimpered and she whined.
While William was the whimsical kind;
Full of whigmaleerie and malarkey.
William had the wherewithal,
Which made them quite wealthy.
Wilma was no whiffler,
And didn’t merely whinny.
She whinged about her William and his methodology.
In times when I was met with frigidness,
and cruelty scraped my fragile skin,
I may have whimpered like a pup
or merely shaken it off.
Those memories remain
somewhere in my brain
but not in a
place of joy
or of
grace.
I
prefer
to lock up
old injuries,
and some I may have
concealed so very well
they linger as in a fog.
Unlike the bliss of a first kiss,
my deepest cuts and wounds have become
memories lost within a frozen mist.