Short Whimsies Poems

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


Boudoir Antics

He was poetically intolerant,
she thought herself an Emily
writing sonnets 'how do I love...'
he indulged her feeble whimsies
in light of other finessed talents, 
essentially, larks amidst boudoir's  
uncommonly emboldened expertise
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Form: Imagism


Premium Member Moonwash

Wisping winds whisk whispered whimsies willows’ way. 
By the pond, we ponder potent possibilities posed by pollinated passions. 
As we divine dallying delights depicting developing days, 
Moonbeams mobilize to mob us on the mossy mound.

Nothing More Or Less

hid insecurities within
  ambiguous humor &
   convoluted whimsies,
rules consistently changing
 in a game which required
hardly more than breath,
  nothing less than obscurity
     twisting a fallible fancy, 
    seizing day's intangibility
© Paloma P   Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Melancholic Melodies

Listen to poem:
memories unfurling
on the shores of time
calligraphy strokes

tracing wild whimsies
of my yearning heart
curling frayed remnants

between the fingers of
forgetfulness forlorn
both glass slippers

vanished in the night
love notes scattering
to feral autumn winds



AP:  Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on August 29, 2020 for contest SOUL SLIPPER sponsored by KAI MICHAEL NEUMANN  -  RANKED 6TH

Premium Member Georgehenge

The ancient stones stand silent 
As they have throughout the ages,
Keeping their seasonal assignments
As the world around them changes.

Thousands of years pass And old stones become forgotten.
Modern granite slabs arrogantly carved With lessons of what should be learned, Instead of those things best observed Through spirit and nature, unadorned.
Stoñehenge steeped with ancient wisdom, Georgia Guidestones misquided modern whimsies.


Elysium Lost

There have been many pleasantries
As a moppet over the years:
The countless summer night breezes
That whistled music in my ears;
Or lay supine and gaze above
At the moonlit star studded sky
And conceive my dreams undreamed of
As they emerged before my eyes.
But gone are those childish whimsies
Those were born of the wind and stars.
Gone are the musical breezes
That once filled those nights… au revoir!
Gone is that place where I once reigned
Yet in my heart it still remains.
Form: Rhyme

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