Short Whippoorwill Poems
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Icy chills and heating bills
Streaks and stains on window sills
Of winter I have had my fill ~
Return, O Robin and Whippoorwill
Your mind
won’t understand it
but your feelings will
In touch
with the magic
— forever instilled
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
After a bout of French kissing
Soup Creek's Mayor has gone missing
But a whippoorwill
Reports from Boot Hill
The Marmite Man has gone fishing
One cent, two cents,
Nickel and dime
Two bits, four bits,
A dollar this time.
Ship me a grasshopper
Do me a crime
Fly like a whippoorwill
O'er Anaheim.
Our Summer's begun
Neath the Gold-Plated Sun
Past Opals of Fall
Winter Diamonds enthrall
Chilled Whippoorwill cries
Sad Obsidian eyes
Thru tears it must sing
Of Emeralds in Spring
Alone, weeps in the night.
Whippoorwill, goes to her side.
Comfort, in moonlight.
3-3-2021
~5~
Rhymed Haiku
The summer air hangs still.
Hawk and whippoorwill
Wing mournful down the graying skies…
Hearken to their cries!
And then the faintest breeze
Murmurs in the trees…
And at the Lonesome Place
Spirits sigh in space.
Whippoorwill sings out
Its enchanting siren song
In the dead of night
Bird themed haiku Poetry Contest/Winner(8th Place)
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Date written and posted: 07/25/2018
Yo,
oblique
Dominique,
doublespeak dove,
with geek’s technique, you squeaked whispers of love.
Wise advice from well-seasoned whippoorwill.
Fulfill your thrill,
a trained trill
can still
angst.
October 13, 2020
Whippoorwill jumping jack
Putting daisies pretty
A lonesome road
A one-eyed toad
Painting butterfly city.
Monkey magic is tack.
Bright moonbeam sorely gone.
Upside down me.
Where is your fee?
Whippoorwill jumping fawn.
whippoorwill
trills a
song
larks
in trees
sing along
croaking frogs
join the
throng
then
crickets
chirp with ease
symphony
on the
breeze
Sept. 27. 2018
for the Haiku 1-2-3 Or 3-2-1 Poetry Contest of charles messina
Summer's breeze ruffles my hair
while pale moonlight glows
and waves kiss the sandy shore
as the calm tide flows.
A Whippoorwill fills
the night with rhythmical songs
in sweet throaty trills.
June 19, 2021
Seguidilla Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Breathless she whispered her promise
over the ocean's whippoorwill wave
Eager for word did he hearken
suppressed beneath work-a-day's grave
Closer she drew to strained earlobes
alluring, affection's tone's shape
Ecstatic their impassioned revelry
in dawn's light arm-in-arm draped
Wisconsin winds are chill:
Hawk and whippoorwill
Are mourning in the skies
When their poet dies.
And at the Lonesome Place
Spirits fill the space
With whispers on the breeze
Billowing the trees.
Wisconsin winds will blow
Summers into snow,
But winds of Fame will sing
Evening in Spring.
The Whippoorwill sings every night
it begins as soon as it's dark
Soothing, comforting, helping me sleep tight
The Whipoorwill sings every night
I listen and turn off the light
Instead, the stars shine and spark
The Whippoorwill sings every night
it begins as soon as it's dark
Heidi Sands
5/25/22
The bark of the birch - it’s curled for peeling
as the whippoorwill commands the block.
I fill my lungs with the pine-riddled air,
discounting the call of the clock.
A trickle of water escapes the hose,
a new pepper has sprouted - no, a pair!
Pleased with the snips of roses I chose,
apart from a vase, I haven’t a care.
he is sound asleep
did bury my dead cat (Henry) deep
then will cry and weep
no more reliance
life is full of avoidance
contains defiance
each night seems so still
when we did hear whippoorwill
on our windowsill
God always hinted
wait until He consented
then to church sprinted
we gave God a test
kill sinners who are a pest
help bird build her nest
The whippoorwill sings softly to me
From darkness of night, the bird I can’t see
Singing goodnight daily, from trees to sky
It has clearly made its home nearby
Peacefully it calls to me and rests my heart
I close my eyes to its song, until we part
The restful melody concludes my day
So, perfectly as I listen, I’ve nothing more to say
Heidi Sands
6/20/21
what they did insist
must add them to a longlist
those they call racist's
would not let him in
lonely little men had been
from knee came some skin
a nomenclature
does exist in all nature
pretty when mature
had heard sound of train
had looked through my window pane
saw small deer in rain
would hear whippoorwill
which was always such a thrill
nighty had a slight chill
A straight-backed chair shadow-plays
a dark cello,
while emptiness falls
as heavy as a rain cloud.
An oak wood floor creaks
as a spectral bow
is moved by a shifting light.
The room once harbored a grand piano
it plays now to the mindful,
yet only as a distant echo,
a long past refrain
heard once more as a nocturn
for a whippoorwill.
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Recent Edit
The whippoorwill
Announcing nature's glory
Putting songs to my life
Each day blessed by morning light
Sounds of my loved one's voices
Tears and laughter
Ruby sunsets to behold
Yesterday's memories
"Twas the evening hour,
and the world was still.
All but a child
and a whippoorwill...
But I chanced to hear
as twilight smiled,
The song of a mother
to her child.
Tranquil and warm,
Sweet and deep,
Rocking, rocking
the child to sleep.
Singing , singing
of stars above,
Singing, singing
of love.
"Twas the dawning hour,
and the world was still.
All but a child,
and a whippoorwill...
Family nights on front porch
Fireflies with cold light as torch
Moonlight shadows on the lake
How much more can a heart take
Tepid breeze whispers softly
With creaks of rockers and swings
Wood frogs croak mostly off key
Until the whippoorwill sings
May 27, 2018
Eight Line Contest by Joseph May
7 syllable lines checked by howmanysyllables.com
AABB CDCD
Third Place Trophy
Oh, mournful, mountain balladeer,
Your plaintive, mountain song
Comes aching through
The tender evening sadness.
"White oak, red oak!
White oak, red oak!"
Oh, whippoorwill,
My soul echoes your sorrow.
Oh, spokesman for the broken heart,
Who taught you your refrain?
So eloquent your voice
Of soulful yearning!
"White oak, red oak!
White oak, red oak!"
I join you in your
Summer night's repining.
Form:
When varnished leaves quake overhead
And jasmines in their airbrushed red,
Match the whippoorwill as it sings
Our notes flit on through elder wings--
Into duskfall , an ardor's rite
Through October’s final delight:
We watch autumn cast her paints high
Till stars wane from love's lullaby.
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Free Verse Or Rhyme Poetry In Its Beauty
Eve Roper's Contest 04.11.2019
Pic # 3 Revised