Short Whirly Poems

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


Premium Member O ut

If You Need To Escape,
Need To Know What's Beyond,
Just Spin Against Every Barrier
And Twirly-Whirly Dervishly 
Find O  ut.

-Gray Squirrel

11-10-2025


Premium Member Lazy Kansas Day

sun laden shadows
perpetually in motion
moved by Kansas wind

limbs honor the gods
reaching for heavenly stars
heart of tree smiles

frothy whirly gigs
gentle dandelion talk
normal april winds
Form: Haiku

Premium Member The Gatekeeper

A faraway coast The coldest of wars A frontline post Flying machines with whirly blades and painted on red stars search in vain for a ghost Tension was high In the waters off Kamchatka Krai
Form: Verse

Premium Member Animal Footles

A COLD MALE GOAT
Chilly
Billy

SQUIRREL RUNNING IN CIRCLES
Whirly
Squirrely

ANGRY MILK COWS
Scary
Dairy

DOG WAKING FROM A NAP
Groggy 
Doggy

HAPPY KITTY
Sanguine
Feline

SHORT TEMPERED FISH
Snappy
Crappie
Form: Footle

Premium Member Sleep Late

No more getting up too early
   Brain half-fuzzy, bedroom whirly
Mood-a-combo: grumpy-surly
   Boarding workday's hurly-burly

Thanks to virus, I sleep late
   Linger long in bed and wait
'Til the clock strikes half-past-eight
   My new workday sure is great
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Squirrley Squiggly

Squirrely squiggly
Toughly Triggly
Whirly Wiggily
Girly Giggily

Laughingly happy
Graphing her Gaffy
Draffingly Draffy
Slappily slappy

Nonsensical verse
Comically inverse
Maniacally reverse
Fanatically converse

Piggily pig
Jiggily jig
Miggily mig
Squiggily squig
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Living Her Whirly Twirly Dance

Beautiful reddish gold leaves are turning too fast for me.
Cooler fall days are racing out of control toward autumn.
Living her twirly, whirly dance, activating fall brownies.
Wind chimes go crazy as feral leaf faeries swirl in the wind.
Throwing wasps out of their hiding places, enticing the owls.

Loser

Listen to poem:
Twirling whirly whiffle spots
Until the golden neon rots.
Baggy, red, balloon-pop eyes
Do shun the evil orb outside.

Resting in the toilet stalls.
Burning up with liver boils.
Rushing to the bandit now,
I slot another silver cow.

Who will buy my pocket-dust?
No fanny-waving, juggling bust.
Reality boards a bus to go
Dreaming high casino.
© Tom Arnone  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Wild Roses On The Hill

An escapade sweet as a marshmallow day
   when tangerine dreams fed our evergreen stream.
      Our magnet attraction neath radiant ray 
   did butter the air where the breezes did teem
in whirly-wind-roses anointing the brae. 
   Their scent, my surrender, romantic the scheme, 
      exotic the fever and dance with a flame.
Ah, rapture of capture! The wooer’s end game.
Form: Rispetto

Premium Member Charcoal Moon Relish

Swirly
Twirly
Pearly
Swirly
Charcoal moon sketch, swirly, twirly, beam
Crater pockmarked,  pearly, whirly, dream

Nascent
Crescent
Ascent
Clement
Charcoal moon patch, nascent, crescent,  sphere,
Lunar seas flow, ascent, clement, sheer


Dreaming 
Weaving
Drifting
Floating
Charcoal moon watch, dreaming, weaving, scheme
grey rock debris,  drifting, floating,  gleam
Form: Tyburn

Premium Member A Spitfire Whirlwind

A whirlwind
A force to be reackoned with
A twirly whirly gig-o-ma-jig.
She has so much to show for her efforts.
It is fun to watch her in action.
I see things happening, and I laugh
Knowing she is the cause for a lot of it.
She’s a spitfire, someone says.
I nod.
She’s forever busy, another person adds.
She sure is. Her calendar is full.
Much more full than mine.
And mine is full too.
I was taught by the best.
She is my mother.

Happy Hampton Beach

Glistening throngs walk in detached cadence 
Sweating long necks on a production line
Along the boardwalk
Pungent saltwater and fried dough drifts
Ocean meets country fair

Constant clamor of teen and seagull
A multitude of color variation
Red to black
Whiffs of Coppertone and Noxzema
To ease the pain of the vain and pale

Summer at Happy Hampton Beach
Arcade upon arcade
Clinking bells and whirly sounds
“You’re a Winner!” it screams
And then we are gone, until next year

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