Whirl Poems | Examples

The World is in a Whirl

     The world is in a whirl
        whizzing its way along
     Topsy-turvy, turvy-topsy
        straight lines all curvy

     What is asked from us
        but to exit that bus
     to escape the crush 
        to avoid the rush

     To slow down and find
        truth amidst the hush

sufi whirl

sufi sun
at center
rumi trance

joyful earth
divine love
mystic daze

subtle sound
dizzy beats
rhythm control

floating floor
giddy dance
ego spins

repeat turn
sway slowly
receive grace

Whirl Peas

Blending spherical
                             green orbital mental thots
            with a pea for brains.

Weaving Worlds With Words

Words, like a gentle breeze, can whisper untold tales,
Carrying secrets through meadows and rustling in sails.

They can build winding sentences with clauses that flow,
Connecting ideas where knowledge can grow.

But words can also storm with righteous might,
Unleashing emotions that set wrongs to the right.

They can twist and turn with a poet's keen art,
Creating unseen worlds that capture the heart.

So choose your words wisely, with purpose and care,
For they have the power to build or tear.

Like the wind and the storm, they can soothe or sting,
But in a poet's hand, a beautiful song they can sing.

The Whirl of Time

When I was young
I attempted to keep pace with it,
I felt its arms, 
sometimes cool,
sometimes as a fool
go round me;
it felt wonderful 
at the beginning,
but later,
when I stepped into old age
I completely got the fact
Not to love but destroy me
And as many say and said
“ C’est la vie”

Twirl and Whirl - Nk

Twirl and Whirl - NK
though love may break
it won’t die 
but shine bright 
as a star
in the sky 
deep in heart
forever
in the mind’s eye. 

what’er will be is meant to be
love is a merry chance 
a dream that has come true
it’s waltzing in moonlight
in flowering romance
to music of the night 
slip on your dancing shoes 
twirl whirl, free heart and soul and dance.
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23rd September 2022

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Charlie New-Ku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina

Ode To Saint Vidas

Twirling
Prancing
Whirling
Entrancing
Unfurling
The Dancing...


Say that you dance.
Lest it not be said,
The art is ever dead.
Or even the merest of a chance,
Of nearing extinction.

It is all life's essence,
To move, be, think and dream.
To express a universal scheme,
That speaks through nature's lessons.
Not in man's religion.

A boundless form of communication.
So intricate,
Yet so ruled by emotion. 
So elaborate,
And so full of devotion.
Needing no words of translation.
At one with God and all of creation.
A legacy of the beginning explosion.
To live in blissful celebration.

Saint Vidas is the lord of the dance.
If in need, seek out his blessing.
You might as well give him a chance,
And dance out your confessing.

So why should we dance?
The answer is simple and clear.
To join the dance is why we are here.
So dance, indeed dance.

My Mind Is a Whirl

Don't. Can't. Won't. Listen. Listen.
My mind is awhirl. Too much of that stuff.
Life is redundant. My friends are boring.
My parents are fussy. Absolutists.
No room for me. I try to get in my truth.
Screaming it out in looks
For I am not allowed to speak
Unless spoken to. Right?

My mind is awhirl. Wanting to break out.
Of this prison where I was put right away.
Little ladies don't get dirty.
Don't speak until spoken to.
My friends jabber about the same stuff.
Every day. A rewind conversation.
I am screaming with my eyes
And my body language.
No one cares.
As long as I
don't show
my crazy.

Dandelion Life

The dandelion, a broad-leaf perennial, 
life with very distinct stages.
Don’t confuse it with a biennial
cause this plant has five changes.

Seedlings made of yellowish leaves
form a basal rosette, oval in shape.
And as it ages the oval achieves
a very different kind of fate.

As the plant begins to mature,
the leaves transform with edges.
They are toothed and jagged for sure.
Come watch as it progresses.

Once the plant is mature enough,
it sits flat on the ground.
I know you’re waiting for the puff,
but it is nowhere to be found.

The roots are thick and strong,
and now it’s time for her to flower.
She stands tall with stem so long,
and a yellow flower will tower.

The fruit will form inside the yellow,
and is brown and yet quite small.
This is an elongated oval fellow,
with pappus white hairs overall.
So that’s the stages of her life,
the dandelion, a changing girl.
You waited patiently through all five, 
so blow real hard and watch ‘em whirl!

Whirl of Blue Blossoms

Whimsical love-in-a-mist
Himalayan blue poppy
Elegant lily of the Nile
Graceful columbines
Playful balls of hydrangea
Ravishing blue daisy
Humble globe thistle
Delicate flax blooms
Sublime forget-me-nots
Breathtaking cornflower
Exquisite blue anemone
Blooms of every shade of blue
Paradise for me and you



AP: 1st place 2020, Honorable Mention 2025

Posted on February 18, 2019

Dahlia In a Whirl

She flows, flows while petals spread their vibrant blooms
On April's mural , those lips dare to tease...
Her contours trailing with velour costumes
Wildly ablaze, to ride on spring’s trapeze.

This ambrosial drift which shines ,which glows 
From heaven’s mold granting dahlia's trance
Enchanting a whirl, my shade of yellows...
Like me, she curls into a floral dance!



Flower Contest:Brian Strand

And the Leaves Whirl

Leaves spinning and whirling swinging and swaying to the beat
of the wind drums pulsating and rapping to their rhythmic jive
we dance all of our madness into the darkness together

Whirl of Food Processor and I, In Space

I was preparing a blue-berry cake for supper,
Foaming it saw some spinning rings on the syrupy mixture 
It reminded me of the sequence of cosmos;
As the planets spin on their ever homely compass
The sugar, flour, soda and the eggs 
Circling still inside my food processor.

I ogle and solicitously imagine, 
If I’m thrown away at space with such a whirl, 
Shall I swivel in the infinity? 
Or-shall I be smashed; otherwise, be crushed by the aliens?
The space scientist would better answer it, 
My data is limited, to me, all these are worthless, I never know;
I just know how to mingle the mixture of a cake, 
I’m a poor mixture machine operator.

World Peace With a Whirl

World Peace with a Whirl

What things make your mind start to spread?
Out and broaden while hearing what was said
Through the clammer and constant commotion
Mixed in with my love and much devotion.

When not prejudiced and unbiased you are
In all of the world, you will go infinitely far,
But if both are missing or lack one of these
This will prevent happiness caressed with world peace.

Don't take any of this lightly that I may say
For I hope soon there will come a day
When we will pray together on bended knees
And start reaping the rewards of world peace.

Terra Tilt-A-Whirl - For My Father

a dream as years go by,

water clock drip ticks,
another revolution,

minutes flown away,

hearts fluttered wide,
sepia childhood silhouetted,

a grip lost in snap-the-whip,

and glimpsing restless spirits,
crowding heaven’s gate,

gold plated, iron bound,

others just waiting,
familiar indistinct,

while clouds like knotted cotton,

frame a high blue portico above,
a formless basilica,

slow vision of his spirit,

becomes a shining arrow knock’d,
loosed at that far off shore,

flown true, and gone,

as the wind cries a pure tone,
on that played out jazz piano,

coda to another’s life,

like a tragic symphony,
somehow filled with hope, 

his last music…

(I miss it so).

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