Whimpered Poems | Examples

If Memory Serves me Well

Collated papers filed and the bills paid
as the kettle whistled invitingly.  
My son’s laughter drifting in through the window—
I have forgotten to close the billowing drapes. 
A sempiteral tableau. 

An ephemeral scene crowds in:
The loud curtains tucking at my memory;
my son’s voice trapped in distress.  
The kettle whimpered as it boiled dry— 
old papers flutter in my periphery …

Memories Lost Within a Frozen Mist

In times when I was met with frigidness,
and cruelty scraped my fragile skin,
I may have whimpered like a pup
or merely shaken it off.
Those memories remain
somewhere in my brain
but not in a 
place of joy
or of
grace.
I 
prefer
to lock up
old injuries,
and some I may have
concealed so very well 
they linger as in a fog.
Unlike the bliss of a first kiss,
my deepest cuts and wounds have become
memories lost within a frozen mist.

Fishin’ for Time

In the pure bright wake, I went fishing’ for calm and all I caught was tumblin’ time. 
The hours were soppin’wet with pond scum and the seconds kept getting’ away as soon as I thought I had them hooked. 
The minutes peered up at me from the crepuscular waters and told a lie. “Be patient, those seconds can’t escape forever! You can get them, we just know it!”
They spoke with bubbles in their mouths, then those minutes were gone. 
I struggled with my fishin’ pole, the line hopelessly tangled with some phantasmic bugbear, my nightmares come alive! Probably a log, though. 
The hours in my bucket (catch of the day!) pulled me from my musing with weepin’ and howlin’, it was all so unlovely. What were they cryin’ about?
“Our beloved minutes! Precious seconds! We are in ruin without them, can’t exist without them,” the poor things whimpered. 
I kicked the bucket over and the dark water inside spilled the trapped hours onto the dock and over the edge. Sploosh! Plop! 
The hours proclaimed a love that is by far the only great love there is. Flawless. Desperate. Irrevocable. This paramour is unheard of! I heard the whispers on the bubbles.

Doreen, are you okay

Spike whimpered and barked
Door open, gate open too
Spike paced on the porch

Arabique XIV

"Aywa, aywa, aywa niq kusy." She softly whimpered.
He kept going at her while making her so much wetter.
He began breathing on her neck while panting harder and faster.

Just The Dog, My Mother, and Me

I walked along, hand in hand
Strolling towards the trees. 
I was happy, had no care, 
Just the dog, my mother, and me.

I ran my hands, through the green,
Humming - carefree as can be.
I was content, and had no fear,
Just the dog, my mother, and me.

I closed my eyes, to feel the breeze,
Smiling so blissfully,
I sighed, then, I remember -
Just the dog, my mother, and me.

I opened my eyes, and the trees were bare
Barren ground surrounded me - 
I screamed, wordless, held on even tighter
Just the dog, my mother, and me.

The sky then bled, my mother screamed
As to why I couldn’t see
My dog barked, and I held on to
Just the dog, my mother, and me.

My mother looked at me, her mouth was open
Still screaming silently
The dog whimpered, why was it only
Just the dog, my mother, and me.

She then faded, I ran after
Holding my dog helplessly
I knew then that image was over, of
Just the dog, my mother, and me.

When I stopped, she was gone, and so was the dog
They were only memories.
Nightmares or dreams - the only way it can be
Just the dog, my mother, and me.

Waking Grief

Her husband's kisses made her heartbeat quicken;
he held her hand and whispered, 'Happy birthday' -
and for a moment, Janet felt convinced his
untimely death had been a dream, and George was 
alive. On opening her eyes, she whimpered...

Away From the Dog Park

Away from the dog park
He circles three times
Without the doggie bags
His poops are now crimes

The neighbors were peering
Through curtains half shut
As I strolled by whistling
“that isn’t my mutt”

And just as I'm thinking
I made it back home
A car in the driveway
A flashing blue dome

My dog in the back seat
Just whimpered and whined
The officer chuckled
His poop but your fine


©7/13/2023

Sad Sack Sammy

The tale of Sad Sack Sammy,
So the story goes.
A walking, talking, whiner,
Suffering his woes.

He never ever smiled,
Had nothing good to say.
He whimpered like a sissy,
All the livelong day.

His mood would always swing,
At home or when at school.
Sometimes melancholy,
Then complaining like a fool.

A lousy, luckless, loner,
Grew up without a friend.
No one could stand his presence,
'Cause he ranted till the end.

His fate would change at Fifty,
This local resident.
He chose a different path,
And ran for President.

Now everyone that knew him,
Was caught up on the blind side.
When all the votes were counted,
He won it by a landslide.

January Thaw

January Thaw

In the thrall of January’s dismal weather
(Comprising snowstorms and freezing temperatures)
While staring out the window from the interior,
I endeavour to regather my composure
By testing myself with a blithe question, I think keen,
“Isn’t this the coldest January you’ve ever seen?”

And wryly smile to myself with a whimpered answer,
“I think that the coldest January I recall,
From day one to the end of the month without thaw
Is this one, the coldest January of all!”

Midnight Delight

Underneath a starlit sky,
Right beside a flowing stream.
Glistening from beads of sweat,
Two lovers in a tangled dream.

Fluid motion so sublime,
The scent of musk fills the air.
While soft embrace eye to eye,
A summer breeze cloaks the pair.

Whimpered cries and heavy moans,
Beneath a moon of silver light.
Reflected from a canyon's wall,
Echoed bliss into the night.

Racing towards a carnal peak,
With last ounce of effort spent.
Ecstasy at last achieved,
Spirit, mind, and heart content.

The Conceived Illusions

Most confining and to the decencies, 
Feebled feelings and enslaved alternates,
Oddly detached, from them degradations,
Of whimpered whines and conceived illusions.

The reliance on the diminished decisiveness,
The age past then that's best in stewardship,
Oddly detached from the practice in manship,

The dependence on them downed possessions,
Of untimely prowess, times of emancipations,
But conceitedly troubled with fantasized them,
The perceived attachments to concise illusions.

#Aug_2022

Olden Clock

Olden clock
Rusty nails and forgotten tales
Gnarled Brailles fogs your brain
Amongst the sacred trail you did not take 
Whimpered cries can not break
Only a cloud shall escape

A quickened pace
You will embrace

The Meaning of Life

Seeing a drunk sprawled out
  on the front steps of a three-flat
and a beggar plying his trade
  at the end of the block

The lad tightened his grip 
  on his mother's arm
walking home from school
  when a few harmless shots rang out

The meaning of life had 
  crossed the mother's mind
earlier in the day, and though
  she thought it was hokum, still
she stared up at the ceiling all night

as her lone child whimpered softly
  in the crook of her arm
and the business report on the radio
  waxed ecstatic over another S&P 
                 record-setting day

A Smile Is a Frown Upside Down

There was a lady from Miami
Often would give you the whammy
She could read your mind
As you whimpered and whined
As your hands got sweaty and clammy

It leaves a great big hole
After many years of observing
Though I'm not an expert, I've found
This revelation to be absolutely true
A smile is a frown upside down

Which would you rather be
Happy as hell with a joyful heart
Or go around with a scowl on your face
Till all your friendships depart

Perhaps you've noted a theme
Running through my words so wise
Love and passion for all youse ladies
Wearing a bright perpetual smile

Don't wish to bore you my friends
With these constant poems about love
But in these final years this old geezer has
Nothing else gives my heart a shove

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