Whimsy Poems - Poems about Whimsy

Pixie within the pink let me swirl your tyranny into the high-octaved melody of my earliest endurance Right as the clock ticked to six, the creaking sound of my mother’s war cry made me bury myself under the blankets. Laying on the pretty quilted baby pink sheets as the pillow moulded to my head’s shape, opening my soul’s...

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Sponsor : Constance Le France Placed 3rd in Contest on smooth hot rock I sat in REVERIE after a HALLUCINATION drink of mushroom, poppies and truffle IMAGINATION soared like bald eagle on high, throwing twin twigs with sigh up I flew landing on a rainbow in lucid DREAM ~ saw tinker bell fairies in...

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I called to the monkey who wore a pinstriped suit, Found out the giraffe and hippo are mute. Saw a man stare at a lemur 'til dark, Like he was waiting for some kind of spark. The leaves fell from trees, an impressive display, So I waved my arms like I made it that way. A woman made comment to me,...

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"A spoonful of fantasy is often the best medicine for reality." - Poet Life bounces my emotions around at its whimsy. On many a day, a reverie is a savior to me. Relief awaits inside the fondling of a good fantasy. My imagination travels mind breezes easily to unravel my dark in a visualization spree. Sometimes I cannot force my face...

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is it just my Imagination running wild or maybe it is a weird Hallucination I’m lost in my Reverie as I Dream of you and me together, or is it just Whimsy on my part that you would find me to be your soul mate I spend a lot of my waking hours practicing Visualization of us as a couple ...

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"Sometimes the softest dreams unravel into ash." My mind walks landscapes made of ash, where stars collapse in whimsy’s flash. I reach for light, but it turns to dust— a mirror cracking from broken trust. A hallucination holds my hand and leads me through this haunted land. Here, love once bloomed in endless spring, now silence grows in everything. The bones of joy...

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Every poem paints a picture worth a thousand words or so I've heard and a little whimsy goes a long way it can even make your day yet if I may have my say not to laugh occasionally once in a while would be a tragedy so let me see you smile and to make a long story short as I have often thought if brevity be the...

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You can start at zero, work your way up to a zillion, Counting all the reasons Z’s the best that you can get. Some say it is zilch although I think it’s the zenith Even though it’s always last in the alphabet. You can zoom right through the zone, head to Zion or stay home. You can zig or you...

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I am a loquacious, a storyteller of whimsy and woe this poem is a jargogle of jumbling words as I enter the forest to a cacophony of harsh sounds oh, I often tend to be a gloomy crapehanger and sometimes a fantasizer unable to distinguish between fantasy and reality escaping into the intricate world of poetry it is a metamorphosis...

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Written: December 11, 2024, for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori ________________________________ When dusk strikes, the magic swirls, In the grasp of dawn, a wispy heart twirls. The shades waltz as a painter brush whirls, In a...

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The years have passed quietly, Moments poured out in timeless winds, Falling from my spirit, shadows, Wistful, blurred images, photographs, Twisting, turning, trembling, Black and white, tinted presences Of those I know, those I’ve known, Some gone, some old, some broken by time, Broken by this life’s denial of what it is to try… Keep trying, just keep trying Reminding me, in the overflow...

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Whimsy catches the wind Like a fall leaf, orangered and guileless And enters the house Like a cat, confident but cautiously curious To whatever it is that has made the wind. As she catches sight of herself in the mirror, Her colorful hues glimmering, She smiles knowing how numbered her days While lingering still in the present, ‘till With a...

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Three minutes to let the words take flight, I set the timer, heart racing with delight. Thoughts scatter like seeds on the breeze, Each one a whisper, aiming to please. Tick, tick, the seconds pulse in my mind, Ideas tumble and whirl, a treasure to find. A mountain of dreams, a river of fears, Words pouring like rain, washing the years. What if...

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In a meadow where wildflowers twine, Two little friends, in sunshine, align. A bunny with fur as soft as new snow, And a cheeky squirrel with eyes all aglow. They bound through the clover, chase golden rays, With giggles and whispers that dance in the haze. They twirl under rainbows that arch in the sky, In this whimsical world, their...

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