Short Whirrs Poems

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


When Nature Breathes

Fire light
Sun bright 
Skin cuddles up to air.

Moon beam
Fire flies 
Praising stars way up there.

Lily blooms
Thunder booms
Dreaming the day away.

Coyotes purr
Springtime whirrs 
Simmering skies out to play.

Comets fly
Lovers sigh
Goosebumps cover me whole 

Flowers pop
Petals drop
Swaying in the rainbow.
Form: Rhyme


Lazy Day

A lawnmower whirrs in the distance
My neighbor has gotten ambitious
The sun shines upon my head
As I sit upon my deck
I feel the warm rays soak into my skin
Am I tanning yet?
The bees are busy buzzing 
Stopping only to drink from sweet blossoms
Birds are calling happily
Back and forth across my rising lawn
Should I get ambitious too
And mow my growing grass?
I sigh
Not today . . . 
Not today

Premium Member A Kept Ode

Lighthouse
shines reflective sea lapping
rocks plus skipping a house mouse.

Stoic
structured aperture aiding
scarred fought homeless heroic.

Sullen
elements outstretched expanse
points a critter to lull in.

Manmade
contraption whirrs about as
a little varmint evade.

Compass 
nils bearing takes point
unexpected practices.

Keeper
mermaid purged surging wave,
tempt failed, saves a dreamer.
Form: Ode

Indian Summer

Indian summer. 
Fierce days – radiating heat 
From sun, road and walls.

Still, humid nights when
Spent, I hunt elusive sleep.
Blessed air-con whirrs.

Cool dawn brings relief.
Face lifts to every breeze.
Autumn IS coming.

Bright skyscrapers gleam
Across the bay, dawn-painted –  
Gold, rose, mauve and grey.

Captive on sand-flats – 
A tree. Stark, dark reminder
Of the summer floods.

Mother Nature hurts – 
And heals us. But we are more – 
Like her, we’re starstuff.
Form: Haiku

I Await

Wide awake in the pitch of night   is when they come   drifting in and out dreams   dancing between real and fantasy   declaration sits within the heart and is always felt   each time different but the same   the longing oft remains   and roams     the thrums, the whirrs   easing me off to you   caressing those night time blues   staring then stirring     how can I await   as time passes by slowly   but surely   you wait too
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