Whirling Poems - Poems about Whirling

There was a big giant burst In my heart it was the first Time it really stirred up feelings That sent me into a reeling Spin of emotions that won't stop I've been twirling like a top Whirling all around near you Round and round, what do I do Spun into a love that I Can not fight, I wont deny I like the dizziness...

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The revolution of stars in the galaxy Resembles the whirling of dreams in your heart The unknown part of the galaxy Symbolizes the unachievable dreams in your heart The galaxy is the future base of mankind And your dreams are your future life goals The galaxy in the dark is to be conquered one day And your dreams in the unpredictable futue...

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The bedlam lifts if only for a while; a brief but needed calm falls on the house when she departs for school aboard the bus. Though trying hard to suppress overt smiles, I grin in the direction of my spouse, for any more would be superfluous. But storms can interrupt our best laid plans and so it seems our calm was but...

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Whirling fairies on your fingertips glide, cajoling imagination awake; The touch of a flower right at daybreak electric, there’s no place magic can hide; Everything’s vivid your mind feels tie dyed; Lit by a current green eyes turn opaque; Whirling fairies; If you believe? You’ll never be confined; Nature’s surroundings you quickly uptake; They tend to reside outside by the lake, your initial vision...

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I surprise myself at every turn of life Writing is a solace beyond the strife You’re a good friend, I cannot simply deny Till the very end, we’ll never say goodbye I’m diving down into the waterfall of commotion I’m soaring in the marine life of the deep blue ocean I’m never sinking and I’m always thinking Will you believe in me...

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whirling colors of the cosmos a new window opens up azure porthole promising a new world I gasp at her surrounding oranges my favorite colors...

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I woke up one gray and melancholy morning munching oatmeal and buttered toast, alone same as yesterday, last week and maybe tomorrow when I saw a whirling wonder flying down my road. It swirled outside my windowpane it swirled from head to toe it swirled with neon pinks and greens it swirled and twirled and flowed! I saw a bicycle...

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wish to sleep not to die; wish to fly not to cry root to vertex not any text; the breath’s whip in life’s fax feast of end implanting trend; in whining gyre swiveling blood gland © Mahtab Bangalee Chattogram 09/09/2021...

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a funnel-shaped cloud progresses in a narrow path with tornado....

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the north wind is strong this Autumn day and leaves from trees are fluttering down twirling in a whirling dance . . . like weeping tears of red, orange and gold they lay decaying on the still green grass below and then, spin away in a wild breeze to distant places and the bare branches groan and moan their...

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Listen! Here come the horses, War machines, a myriad of forces! 'Whitewash', the white horse, is first, Those deceptive words rehearsed. Peace as a pretense to conquer, Glossy until he grows stronger. 'Butcher', the red horse, unleashed, Civil unrest and sword unsheathed. Laying claim to the Earth, Mixing lifeblood with turf. Black are the ravages of war, Famine only adds to the score. The black horse arrives, His...

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In the twentieth year on the 11th day of the first month I saw a vision and the skies open up before me As I stood facing the south direction the Sun began to dance In colors of light The Sun moved to the right and then the Sun moved to the left The Sun moved higher in the sky...

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dancing prancing twirling whirling dervish loving lake’s mirror reflection dancing, prancing, whirling inspection...

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A man knotted at tail of misery, Dragged around till by a Moses set free. Now with his lip manage his society. Josh Berry. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral Form. Whirling Wail...

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Twirling, whirling, swirling into myself I listen to my ready soul I take blank canvas off a shelf Twirling, whirling, swirling into myself My muse becomes my happy elf. As I begin, I feel whole Twirling, whirling, swirling into myself I listen to my ready soul...

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