woeful wanting world wages war,
wait, woodland wakens, wondrous wind instruments,
wafting whimsically,
wood nymphs waltz,
whooping cranes whish wherever,
woodpeckers woolgathering,
woebegone withers,
worldwide peace
Categories:
whish, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form: Alliteration
I wish I could just lean next you and tell you how I feel about you.
I wish I could whisper into your ear and tell you how much I love you.
I wish I could paint the future foe us.
I wish I could synchronize our dreams and vision for you to understand my feelings.
I wish I could share my thoughts and keep you in the loop of how I feel.
I wish could stars shine bright for you every night to make your night be as beautiful like you.
I wish I could share my breath so we die together.
I wish I could be your Shining sun when you need a brighter day.
I wish I could change this words into sound that will go deep into your ears.
I whish these words could find space in your heart and find rest in your mind.
I wish these words could sound better from my mouth for you to understand them.
I wish I could cast my thoughts differently even for the blind to see.
I wish I could let these words be heard in through the mountains and valleys of love.
I wish these words could stay forever in our hearts.
Let those who have love and faith nature and preserve these words.
I wish these words could stay forever in our hearts and in our minds.
by: zMafiaGP??????
Categories:
whish, deep, devotion, fantasy, for
Form: Sonnet
There's a voice inside my head;
I've tried to shut her,
over and over again.
She speaks my language,
but I don't want to understand
her painful words that make me feel just average.
She says she knows what's best for me
but she's nothing more than a liar,
because she's just a voice inside my brain.
I'm sick of her talking,
because everywhere I go,
she keeps on her painful talking.
Maybe I should ignore her,
because this is hurting hard inside my chest:
but how will I do this, if she's inside myself?
I feel her under my skin,
she's now a part of me;
I whish it didn't exist.
She judges my moves,
my decisions and my ideas,
even my own damn words.
Now I've talked with her,
she has spoken with me,
she has confessed.
Her, ladies and gentlemen,
is what they call:
to overthink.
Categories:
whish, anxiety, confusion, emotions, how
Form: Free verse
I’m not alright and that’s ok
Are just words that people say
To ease all the hurt and pain
Just to survive another day
It’s all bull and it feels fake
Convincing yourself not to hate
You live for someone else’s sake
But it’s all more than you can take
You’re so tired and not the sleepy kind
And dark thoughts begin to fill your mind
Praying what you lost you can again find
You tell yourself you just need a little time
I’m not alright and that’s ok
Just another mind game that we play
I’ve lost myself somewhere along the way
I just don’t care anymore come what may
I whish I wasn’t such a coward and did the deed
End everything and let the world forget about me
Just lay down and sleep as my wrists bleed
I’m done trying to be everything everyone needs
So now I’ll finish what I came to say
I’m not alright and that’s ok…..
Categories:
whish, death, pain, sad, suicide,
Form: Free verse
How I wish I can reach the sky
Bringing down the clouds to shield you from storms up high
How I wish I can reach the stars at night
Bringing light in your darkest night
How I wish I can bring a torch in every site
Litting the lives of those who need might...
If I can smoothen the coarse and dusty grounds
I will pave them all with my rough, dirty hands
If I can flatten each and every mountain
I will dig a hole to bring out a love fountain
From there all people can drink and wish
All good things... no hate, no leash
How I wish I can send a note
To everyone in this world without a hote
Thanking all of you for your warm thoughts that whish
You'll always be remembered in my dreamed swish
How I wish...
Categories:
whish, dream, earth, hope, love,
Form: Verse
I wandered lone as I did seek
Through silent woods and rustling leaves
Down the hill to the flowing creek
Away from life's stress causing heaves
There I saw a white lovely swan
By magic there appeared a fawn
As the slow running water splashed
Then filled a deeper hole for fish
A place to dream and keep my cached
Where those large fish could jump and whish
A place to write some poetry down
Where depressing thoughts could sink and drown
Where microscopic details thrived
Those threatened plants grow high and wide
In this place they truly survive
This past spring trillium I spied
A host of buckeye 'pon the hill
And wild azaleas gave me thrills
Back up the winding trail to home
Spirit filled, soul rested and still
No need to drift; physically roam
Just let my thoughts of this day fill
In the kitchen in drudgery's grip
From my cup of memories sip
From my thoughts about the work "I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud" by William Wordsworth
Repost of this one.
For Brian
Categories:
whish, life, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Uncle John is always jolly
A fisherman ever friendly
Bringing home sea-riches gladly
Sharing them with us lovingly.
On Monday, he catches great fish
Salmon and tuna for tasty dish
Tuesday gives clams or shells’ relish
While Wednesday offers sardine whish.
Each Thursday of good fishing gain
Makes Friday sales big to contain
Saturday, he rests with no strain
Sunday, he prays, “God, bless us again.”
Oh, jolly fisherman’s delight
To give and share with joyous might
He says, “Don’t be selfish; stay bright...”
We learn* from Uncle John, that’s right.
*Matthew 11:29 Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.
September 9, 2022
Categories:
whish, blessing, character, cheer up,
Form: Rhyme
Whish goes the breeze underneath wing
Slam goes the claws against the earth
Scratching to find the buried beings
Brown bugs worms hard at work jerked
Crush is the end of many of us
Not always meeting ideal end
Tis easier to win losing is tough
Smash path of white winged wins
Slithering worm who got away
lives to see despite no eyes
Squealing bird also is fair prey
To a monstrous cat purring pride.
Bling is the ring of sun shining
For worm the underdog persevered
Tomorrow’s singing bird will be flying
Win or lose a wiggling worm will appear.
Categories:
whish, analogy, bird,
Form: Other
uncanny half-moon
whish says breeze ~ eerie night owl
hoots tu-whit, tu-whoo
May 6,2022
Nature Haiku Poetry Contest
Theme: Whispers Of The Wind
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Syllables (5-7-5) checked by HMS.com
SECOND PLACE
Bite-size Poem 43 Poetry Contest
sponsor: Line Gauthier
Categories:
whish, night, wind,
Form: Haiku
Nature wonders
The morning was ice blue
Cold
Wild animals
Freeze
Whish, they had
A human overcoat
The sun thawed
Raindrops
Big as balloons
Exploded on impact
Damaged cars
Drowned cats
The sun
Dried its tears
Dogs barked
Came out of barns
The day
Continued
As nothing had happened.
Categories:
whish, bible, child, color,
Form: Blitz
You can take an agency tour
Or a cruise to somewhere exotic.
You can cram onto buses and trains
Or sway on a camel hypnotic.
You can stand on your toes in a group
And try to see o’er the crowd,
To possibly glimpse Mona Lisa
Or hear, though the noise is so loud.
Instead of coming home tired
And set for a week in your bed
Travel the way that’s relaxing
And see more and hear more instead.
I’ve traveled the high Himalayas,
Seen mountains and valleys galore
Trudged with the yaks and porters-
No frostbite, no blizzards, no sores.
From ocean to ocean I’ve wandered
Seen whales and dolphins at play,
Walked in Australia’s Red Center
Without face nets to keep flies away.
I’ve learned much about native people,
Their customs, their habits and lore.
I’ve even been south to Antarctica
And oh, to so many sites more.
And all of this time I was sitting
In my living room lounging chair,
Dressed in pajamas and bathrobe
With books piled around in my lair.
My armchair’s a magical carpet
That whisks me wherever I wish
No planes or lines of security
Just a turn of a page and –whish!
Categories:
whish, books, fantasy, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
You are friend, not old,
neighbour's grandchild told.
let's go for a walk
we'll sit on that rock.
And you'll tell story,
not on king's glory.
You'll continue till
evening, and it's chill.
She had lot of plan;
Don't know how I can
keep on to please her
afraid of her blur.
To fulfil her wish
practising to whish
or walking in squish
learn to swim with swish.
If fail to comply
lose rank of wise guy.
Threat to this boyfriend
if tries to contend.
It's become habit
to hear that rapid
call follow me, walk
fast, fast to that rock.
~x~
Categories:
whish, friend,
Form: Verse
POEM 16 MY FUTURE IS YOU
MY FUTURE IS YOU WHEN I ABOUT MY FUTURE ALL I SEE IS YOU.
MY FUTURE IS YOU CAUSE THE WISH I MADE FINALLY CAME TRUE.
MY FUTURE IS YOU I MADE A WHISH ON THAT ONE BRIGHT STAR IN THE SKY.
MY FUTURE IS YOU THAT SOMEONE WILL LOVE ME & BE THAT SPECIAL LADY.
MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS
AUTHOR
Categories:
whish, 9th grade, appreciation, depression,
Form: Prose Poetry
Will you think
I am not in love if you
Think is it true like the
River fall in land of grass
I am not in pain but in
The lost of whish to get the
Chance of getting love
I am not in a time when you
Fade out the window of my
Tears which comes from the
Last year
I am not in the lake of magic
When you leave me alone
I am not in a trust will you think
When I ask your heart to beat for love
Will you think I am not in a second when
I miss you like a tides in a sea
Will you think I am fake like the
Words of to call you my life
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
Categories:
whish, butterfly,
Form: Light Verse
Hello.
Hi
Nice to meet you. Much water flow by.
Many moons gone.
Long time.
Much altered much moved.
Karma Ferris wheel.
Merry go round and round and round.
Days of hibernating.
Thick mindset cloud
Synchronicity of minds.
And a helpless but powerful female.
Attacked and attacking.
Those that supposedly rule the collateral coughing cosmos of earth.
Many ears total six.
Large stemmed waistcoats sneering.
In all places
At all times
To fall is to have been felled.
But felling will ensure new growth.
Strengthening bows
And arrows
To ensure more even aim.
For without aim
There is an existamce equivelent to a mass herd of grazing livestock.
Of which the crowns and shrouds of ancient times
Would have held absolutely no purpose.
Wow and whoah
Whish and wanktania winkl
ZxZ
Categories:
whish, bangla,
Form: I do not know?
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