Whimsical Poems - Poems about Whimsical

The sun is high in the summer sky And no clouds to be seen The grass is high neath the summer sky And growing tall and green The mower starts with growling roar And cuts through swaths of fescue This mowing proves a sweaty chore And soon I beg for rescue My lawn’s expanse appears to grow The longer that I labor Seems to expand...

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When Madness Grins When madness grins, the mirrors blink, And all the clocks begin to drink. Time forgets its careful lines— And paints the air in crooked signs. Mice wear monocles to preach at dawn, Clouds dress up in suits and fawn. The moon plays marbles with the sun, While nightmares nap when day is done. The moon forgot her name last night, So she...

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Whimsical witch has a wonderful wardrobe, said Wee. Wee was a warlock with a wavering eye for winsome finery We noticed her gown was enchanted with elm leaves and such That flowed around as she walked, she had such a magical touch. She was followed by moths and butterflies adding to her gown. Whimsical witch as a designer, was the...

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"Some words show up fast, some want to sit and play with us. What can a writer do???" By Poet I like to write so my words in poetry can live, letting my imagination come to life with jive. My ink will not be bound but alive, for my ink not my blood must write to survive. Watch out for...

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The rat ate the hat, The cat chased the rat. The lazy cat sat down on the mat, Just so that the cat could eat the rat. As that silly cat watched All That, That cat is so fat! ...

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Why Little Red Riding Hood Seems you're steppin' out Dodgin' bullets and pullin' clout And what happened to the Grandma stop Did she want you out? The whole forest heard her shout So come on, what was that all about? Ohh my hooded and cloaked babydoll You are a vision of vixen An icon of dazzling brilliance, beautiful and thrilling Your hot breath on my...

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Stiletto stare, wicked, wild hair, barbwire takes me there Daggers, switchblades, and razorblades Wait did I not mention hand grenades My apologies in Spades Take me fast, love me hard, you are my ace when it comes to cards And I will - make you bleed That is a given, as I am of Demon Seed. Blood is the elixir, the potion,...

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Written: January 10, 2025 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wenches of Whimsy and Woe In the world of the fiddled gruntingly, where micturitions dance, and arty yawning plurdled gabbleblotchits, lurgid bees buzz with mordacious glee. Eardges justle and grumble, festering infectious organ squealers, gnawing at the...

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Cattywampus In a world where things get messy and everything is in disarray. One can become easily distracted and overwhelmed throughout the day. Cattywampus is what some may describe these situations. Times like these are when we need to take a breath and use our imaginations. Remember when we were young and our backyards were turned into something wild? We need...

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They probably lay about up there, peering down through cosmic telescopes, giggling over their mugs of stardust tea. “Another ‘new’ get rich quick scheme? Or a means of living forever on nothing but kale and green juice?” They laugh, nodding — no thanks, Earthlings. And we keep searching, sending out signals, as they coast back, soles on placid moons, thinking, “They’ll figure it...

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Write me a white whimsical poem With fairies unicorns and wizards May all the men be kind and strong And the grandmas never cook gizzards And the children always play outside Doors of the houses are never locked Games aren’t on phones computerized With joy playing ball and hopscotch No war crimes and no school shooter We all smile in...

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A rusted breeze ripens with early frosts Ill-fated trees wilt begetting their loss Rich fermented decay's putrified bloom Bidding farewell to the song of the loon The belching pond spurts summers spoil Bird nests crumble leaving traces of toil Flowers tilling soil with seeds for new growth All of life is taking a dying oath The spreading fire of the evening sun Blazes in...

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Whimsical, Magical, Beat! Oak And Tuscumbia's .... Speed!...

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You Must Never Cease to Be Whimsical and Free You must never cease to be whimsical and free, For in the flight of your dreams lies the sublime colors of the sky. Do not let the burden of your life weigh on someone else's shoulders, For you are the sculptor of your destiny, let your name resound. Through the shadowed...

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Whimsical, the musings Clouds floating by No hurry Nor the clouds nor the thoughts Considerations of Time ...

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