Shushing Poems - Poems about Shushing

... When the morning dawns, lifting each still fear, Light pours in through the heart, shushing each tear, While hope plays gentle on the rising sun Penning a new start, the day has ......Read the rest...

... I hear the starlings' song, mighty murmuration, soaring through the ages. Their secrets undisclosed, naught to revered sages. I hear the starlings' song, mere memories of past jour......Read the rest...

... the little engine that could, as they say. he's the tortoise that won the race, despite not coming in first, second, or third. he won hearts because he completed the long, grueling race. many naysa......Read the rest...

... Purr-fect feelings fall like shadows, down, Casting hope into life’s greatest yearnings, Purr-fect silence rains promises all around, Shushing the extravagance of frisky earnings. ......Read the rest...

... Persuading October from her quiet lair Shedding the pleasures of life’s fictional realms Mouthwatering plunder, gathering to share Swirling through the silence, round oaks, pin......Read the rest...

... rain reflects the tears I’ve cried, memories who’ve fought and died, as this world continues in its pride, forever unaware, will I always hide, secrets who I’ll one day confide…......Read the rest...

...Attending flower show with wife, Mr. Mouse feels dread. She ignores him completely, and runs way up ahead. Jotting down notes, and shushing him every single time. He wants to stay home, but she fe......Read the rest...

...Tijuana rain puts me into a siesta like mood I sit by the window allowing her to lull me to sleep relaxing the way only Mexicans know how to relax releasing troubles, trials and tribulations of th......Read the rest...

...Wake up! Wake up! It is New Year’s Day Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Mom barely opens her eyes, her face is gray. She is not ready to two-step or do a sashay. Dad’s snoring continues in a dre......Read the rest...

...Wake up! Wake up! It is New Year’s Day Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Mom barely opens her eyes, her face is gray. She is not ready to two-step or do a sashay. Dad’s snoring continues in a dre......Read the rest...

...He asked the janitor if his life had some meaning The small man replied, "Oh, yes, when I'm cleaning" He wondered where the bodybuilder found his meaning 'Muscles' smiled and said, "O......Read the rest...

...Ahhh! The smell of books; I recognize it the second we enter. Maybe I lived a life before this life? We get my first library card. Shhhhh! I jump a foot. The crone of a librarian winks at me. I am......Read the rest...

...They crept stealthily, silently, across the dandelion. Shushing each other, shadow figures on a mission. The dandelion gracefully bent, helping them along. They were on their way to collect a six-......Read the rest...

...Yes, Jose, this is another love letter from anthroprivileged me to LeftBrain dominant you for multicultural us. I'm still here sinking into my deep blue camp chair with feet resting on a wea......Read the rest...

...Her face is a master at not reacting No one notices. She is older, you see. Quiet and unassuming Invisible now, without knowing how she got here. Inside she feels nineteen, fifty years ago for he......Read the rest...