Whirring Poems - Poems about Whirring

...whirring vortex hypertexts God retextures soul......Read the rest...

...Come out, come out, taste the bouquet! Flowers smell better tossed with stars; Tonight the fairies will come out to play; Riding the sky without handlebars the Fey’s toadstools delicately ring......Read the rest...

...CLEAN AIR Only a few now recall the London smogs The early Fifties, I think it may have been When a man used to walk ahead of a bus As schoolkids, it was a strange time for us Almost every day......Read the rest...

...What will it take you make you learn There are bridges you don't burn Some things you just shouldn't be Messing with or you will see How it comes back haunting you You should really think it thr......Read the rest...

...the suction force magical of the guru chakra draws in the essence of soma from the whirring third eye upwards, upwards, through itself into the crown chakra that as a seamless whole we be entw......Read the rest...

... “Discard oh hermit, sermons of the preacher ~ Know that silence alone, is our true teacher” ~ quote by poet When we sit in staid stillness, nodes within stir, whirring forcefull......Read the rest...

...Across the daily bridge I stoop, to gaze upon the world, always with the option overhead, two faces of the same mint, or just as likely liquid mirror, in the very widest sense, but such ad hoc......Read the rest...

...We are still, yet there are gentle stirrings, of divine magnetism at play within. We feel both bliss humming and nodes whirring; from cave of heart God calls, we go therein. We go w......Read the rest...

...Calloused canvas, etched with sun and rain, A map of toil, where muscles speak their pain. No crown adorns it, nor scepter's gilded shine, But in its grip, a legacy entwines. Not pharaohs' monu......Read the rest...

...She sighs, ”Touch my eyes again that I might see the light of new worlds flickering in the reaches of my mind. Are you some magical creature who has come to ravage my soul? When your glowing digit......Read the rest...

...Most of my precious childhood memories center around my mother. She’s the reason why I’m alive, why I smile, and why I cry. The memory of her, her strength, her compassion, and her integrity flow thr......Read the rest...

..."Endlessly fascinating..." Truths are in that phrase As are lies or misunderstandings Perhaps myopically unintentionally misleading I'm endlessly fascinated by something right now The whirring, ......Read the rest...

...White foam crashes with memories of conversations here, an awful date there; welcoming steam floats around work deadlines, lecture notes and scrawls. Cupped hands warm around porcelain gossips wi......Read the rest...

...I open the sewing basket, letting my eyes and hands run over the tools she had used—the scissors, the darning egg, the pins and pincushion, and spools of thread. I gaze at the metal spool-shaped bob......Read the rest...

...In-flight In pheromone Honeysuckle perfume Insect antennae knot freshly bouquet. In breeze I feel your breath rustle shiny reeds of my stints' hapless hinterland you learn. A vest of v......Read the rest...