Swirly Poems | Examples

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We were young,
no accident,
brittle are branches
snapping
of fragility.
They say,
there's blood
in a tree's bark...
And the pain comes,
with chopping
of the wood.
We can't be blamed
for loss of innocence
to the grey swirly
of constant clouds,
watching us
since we were
knee hide,
delivering
fore-boding
nightmares.....

Swirly Breezes

Swirly breezes are just what is needed
As sun continues to shine unheeded
Long they’re awaited
Anticipated
Gentle winds are to be celebrated.

Why Are Cats So Cute ?

I love my tabby kitty's tummy dots.
all those swirly, soft, downy lovely spots;
she likes to jump, spin and leap,
sometime, behind me will creep . . . 
I wake each morn with kitty in my thoughts !

Sky of fireflies

Why does the swirly train of dancing spirits speak to me, 
on nights when my voice grows weary?
Where does the pain of breathing lay?

I, the fever that holds strength and weakness in one bone,
shadow and light carving chaos onto hidden stones.
Tonight, I watch the swelling spirit speak,
in foreign neon lights possessing my need for sleep,
grasping onto this pair of lungs and rewriting heavenly dreams.

What does my blood know of the sky of fireflies,
glazed in colors of green,
when all the blues I’ve bled were left in a cerulean sea?
I’ve watched living pieces wilt on thriving trees,
yet the moon weeps for a thread of water
to fall on a silvery breeze.

Would you wonder where the earth would kiss me first,
soon after I rest six feet under its warm embrace?
When the limbs of the sun can no longer crawl
their way up my winding waist,
will your fire mutate through the silent soils?

Do the sins on your skin ache to speak of my heart,
while healing was never my piece of art?
So do as you must—if the clouds aren’t what the stars desire,
the waves will weave the clutter you conspire.

Walls Are Useful Things

That neighbour has just banged his door.
Again yet again and yet again.
I, a one of superior quality, wish to beat
his barking bonce against the wall of his rathole.

But there’d be no grey matter
to dribble down the concrete.
An ugly slimy mush would not be excreted
from that crumbly, crinkly, brainless brainpan.

No brainbox there to squirt the grey stuff!
Oh, what do I experience?
A swirly-whirly precognition of a pleasurable
banging of that brain that isn’t there?

Do I not wish to tear it into shreds?
Funny how feral thoughts burst into one’s mind.
Again yet again and yet again, this superior
wants to beat and bounce that barking bonce.

(17 Sep 2024)

Beach Feels Honored

Swirly dress of turquoise waves flipped up water edges
Showing off ocean’s prettiest, frothiest, fanciest lacy petticoat
Appreciated by beach, who felt honored and appreciated
Loving that he was the lone recipient of such beauty this morning

Prettiest M that Could Ever Be

Merry was the prettiest M that ever could be
She was swirly and floral, a gorgeous sight to see
We tried to compliment her, but she did not hear
She was unassuming and modest, a melodious dear

She could carry a tune, marvelously melodic and fine.
Many merrymaking suiters stood next to her in a chorus line.
Each wanted attention, because Merry was totally lovely.
She was truly the prettiest M that ever could be.

Sweet and Sappy

Sweet and sappy, as strawberries,
yet the green leaf’s pulled
from the tongue, and
teaches one a smile set
in the bulk and brazen
of the hefty sour’n sweet
fruitiness obtained from the C
of the blazing sun’s goodness.

Plentiful teeny-tiny seeds
present in the plush red-ripe chill
to the gums, and
pearly-wide teeth
that plunge, as if into the neck
of Dracula’s victim.

Juice sucked off fingers.
The index circles the lips
to enhance the stickiness
and satisfaction
of the plucky fragaria,
full-sized, squeezing
the frame. Dimensions 

hypnotize the dreamer 
destined for the horizon.
Scented lip gloss,
a lasso for a boyfriend.
The milkshake mesmerizes
the swirly straw in the parlor.

Memories made shepherding
the wild strawberry fields -
hair, cheeks, lips, polish.

OPEN VERSE NO 23

DEDICATIONS
milky-blue
  swirly
    signs
everywhere
stellar
  backdrops
shoehorn
  thoughts
wind&channel
with
 emphasis arrayed
upon
the
   traditional

Swirly Girly Faerie

swirly girly colorful wonderful faerie
your tangerine pink hair makes my heart leap
joy, enthusiasm and creativity surround me
when you creep next to my ear
whispering a new poem

Wake Up

Wake up, dress, and greet the dawn!
Meet dancing daisies on the lawn.
Wake up and banish that sleepy yawn.
Wake up and put your running shoes on.
Race outside before the day is gone!

Dress, run out, and hug the fawn.
He wants to show you what he’s drawn.
He used his brightest colored crayon.
His drawing is such a phenomenon -
a pot of gold and a leprechaun!

Swirly twirl with your baton
and join the marching echelon.
Rouse the lazy swimming swan.
Sway with her thither and yon
and play until the sun is gone!

Perfect Birthday

Pink swirly frosting
Strawberry cake with whipped filling
Ice cream sherbet
Sweetheart roses
Feminine presentation
Pinks light up the room
Goblets and glassware glow in a glitzy way
Perfect birthday for Great-Grandma
Who loves pink, elegance
and fancy, beautiful things

Red Herring

Meandering paths through the forest of voices
We all hunt the Fox, the fox of truth and of choices.
Let loose the hounds that lose the scent.
The foul fishy flash that keeps their nose bent. 

Sell your head scratching questions to buy the cheap thrill
From the glossy silver lips of the letters on the hill.
The grand distraction of planned attraction
Gets a bland reaction 'till they force down the pill.

Count on the fact the books make us bored.
“Is it time for the signal from Greenwich?” 
This just in...your minds been twined with a flaxen cord. 
Keep your eyes on the chest, leave the treasure ignored. 

The gluttonous fat man with round swirly eyes
Circles through the channels as he shoves in the fries.
Ignorance is only the fault of the one.
He never opened a page or his mind ‘fore he dies.

The man on the horse knows his time is soon spent.
The dogs and the fish have open resent.
Cunning and silence keeps the fox so majestic.
The pray of the fish is to keep doG domestic.

A Seasonal Garden

Seasonal Garden

A white blossom viewed from the side, showing off faded petals.
A flower emerging colors of red, blue, and green, encompassing a spring day.
Midnight blue bloom shading a dark look, the center illuminates.
Pointy petals spread apart, gold tips glisten.
Waves of buds moving through the breeze, sending out a quick hello.
A vine of blossoms sway, growing tall.
Seawater garden nestling below, the waves sway it back and forth slowly.
Floral star shining brightly, granting a beautiful wish.
A Reddish-brown flower different than most, uniquely formed.
Colorful petals in a downward pose, looks like a rainbow.
Swirly petals moving around and around; yellow, blue, and gold highlights.
An Autumn flower changing colors, then falling from view.
Petals from behind, a new perspective, watch as the wind moves it forward.
Wonderous arrangement showcasing colors, floating up and down.
A variety of flowers displayed in a seasonal garden.

Living Subconscious Patterns

I feel yellow and orange and swirls begin
Prancing and dancing, smiling with mirth
What about pops of white? My muse asks.
I shush her, because I am in a swirly mode.

Hot pink drops into my dendrite field.
She is all about herself, living her best life.
I have no choice, so I add her to my soul.
Friday has never felt so dazzling!

Silver? Gold? Purple? The majestic colors.
Would solid be appropriate? Layers upon layers of bliss.
My muse dares not speak, wondering where I am going.
I am all about checks now. They are always red and black.

Unsure why, but suspect it is due to my grandmother’s afghan.
My mother completed it a week before grandma died.
It was a crocheted beauty, which stimulates red and black.
I begin to paint in this memory, not recognizing the significance.

Glittery, happy, joyful dashes and drops 
Complete my exuberance today. 
I feel myself easily.
Living subconscious patterns.

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