Whimsy Poems - Poems about Whimsy

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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Classical infusion Beethoven’s “ode to joy” Playing on blaring audiophile speakers annoy Purposely looped to destroy vagrants with electronic music Blends of subversive elements and anxious acoustic Solution to loitering the bodega doo dropping Spicy Shiitake broth smelling pissy store front, Jaded daily stunt, at midnight wino corks popping Abruptly segwaying into a film from one music scene to a...

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I am a Calico Goddess of shadow. Chant and eat peaches. Bathe in stars’ sighs. Sing with trees. Listen to tea leaves as they sing of laughter, of honey, of hope. See faces peering into shop windows: eager, childish with glee. What do they seek? Carpets of gossamer, butterflies’ wings, books written in dew, candy sticks and ocean spray. Chant and kiss the bees, flower-sweet. Believe in...

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Jasper uses the words absurd and whimsy as if they are synonyms They are not the same to me, I say to him. Silliness, craziness and idiocy is not whimsy. Whimsy is imagination, playing, having fun, laughing, loving. Jasper begins to whisper about me. I have dog ears, and I do not like what he says. So, I whimsically bite him....

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Pouring..out a melody as the street scene; is cascading such harmony.! Evangalists and market stalls; woodwind plus.' A rhapsody calls) Two shining eyes, much fluid form; the hum of life some Visions form, a threadbare coat midst passers by, just As a norm.' All under skies, of mottled hue.. Usurped the Summer, its time and dews' its...

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Grab that whimsey, don't wipe the blow. The feeling, of fear, starts to grow Creepy tendrils that dart around In your head, they can't be bound Unleash the power of your poetry, That is what empowers the poet free. Let it flow from heart to page, And let your imagination rage. Sunlight illuminates the abyss of my heart. But gloom lurks, for betrayal shreds...

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The government owes me an apology and a poets minimum wage. I should like to spend other people’s money. I checked myself for ‘white privilege’ and found none. I think it’s going to be a fine day when it gets started, February has taken a temporary rest from being cold-hearted and bitter. There are stretch-marks around the face of my wall clock,...

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One day, we’re up, a mindless soul. Upon rising, we dare extol a friend with praise on just a whim and then the next day, slander him. Behavior talks without control. Vexation and steadfastness clash to build impressions made of ash. Resolve to reach the wiser choice judicious forethought, then rejoice beyond just framing photoflash.* Hail fellow, speak what you believe and watch your deeds,...

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summer was ending its fantasy and magic and the way time would seem to linger no doubt the memories would last forever AP: Honorable Mention 2022 Posted on December 2, 2022...

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