Whimsical Poems - Poems about Whimsical

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...Read the rest...

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

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...Read the rest...

Whimsical, the musings Clouds floating by No hurry Nor the clouds...Read the rest...

Daisies wild and free just waiting to exploit fun; Whimsical beauty....Read the rest...

bug spookie innocent brownish creature today in bathroom whimsically fun wandering water bug...Read the rest...

Written: April 19, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The spectrum of whimsy. whispered melodies summoning tunes a woven tapestry  with dreams... a splash in life, Oh, all the grace...Read the rest...

A feller I met with a twinkle in his eye Quite the enigma you see. Said, "I ain't got no dough... not a single penny!" Said he, "ain't got no cash... not a single plug for a...Read the rest...

I knew a mime who was ever silent One of the many who were licensed Hit his toe doing his act Felt...Read the rest...

In a realm beyond existence's mist, Where dreams and reality coexist, Two souls embraced in a playful tryst, Beyond mortal constraints, they resist. A fairy dance’s eternal kiss, Whispering secrets behind their wrist, In this enchanted...Read the rest...

Whispers tale of witches on festive October, Mother's ninety first birthday and daughter in-law. Our 20th Wedding anniversary and sober. Halloween dressed as Ed Gein with a chain saw. Pumpkin Patch party and wagon ride full of straw. 10/18/2023...Read the rest...

The whimsical autumn air is mine I feel as if I have complete control of time The red...Read the rest...

In a chat, not an oven, or keyboard's grace, The Rizzler and user found a special place. "Are you a keyboard?" was the query's flight, The Rizzler responded with pure delight. "Because you're my type," in words so sweet, In...Read the rest...

Whitestone Hoodoos Near where I live, just up the hill above the airport, is a place of mystery and wonder, a place wizards might once have dwelled, or young warriors wandered in search of vision. It’s a thicket of chalky hoodoos,...Read the rest...

Color my thoughts in burgundy laughter, Place your hand on my heaviest Graves, those that winter in my depression, Kiss away the buttery jonquils of spring Erasing winter’s frosty promises With hope that comes from seeing The freedom of...Read the rest...