Whiskered Poems - Poems about Whiskered

...The morning sun spills across the porch, casting a golden sheen on everything it touches. There, in a weathered rocking chair, sits a whiskered old man, his face a roadmap of countless smiles and sor......Read the rest...

...Dazzled by the lighting of his fancy gaze his lips blew peace. i could feel the depth of his cherry creek eyes with warm embrace of visible absence. a review of every word said and how s......Read the rest...

...Like a new babe at life's door this one last chance at being alive yet cries for redemption, I'm really, really, sorry, but be quiet. I don't know how to get to you.. you're out now.., at ......Read the rest...

...Whiskered wonders of the wild west of mine, Wooly and whimsical, with whiskers so fine Rode on a stagecoach not recognizing its line Ended up in a Kansas town named Valentine. Where tornadoes ......Read the rest...

...Fiddle cat, fiddle cat, Please fiddle me a song. How I love to hear you play Your fiddle all day long. At dawn you fiddle to the left, At dusk you fiddle right. You fiddle to the middle,......Read the rest...

...Bitty birds scuffle and flounce under the roofed-in. Barn dusted, rafters crust and whiffle. Snuffle go the whiskered, the mousy muzzle's all along the bent beam wood. A pepper powdering in th......Read the rest...

...Backyard mavens, wise crones recall generations of groundhogs that have dwelt in these hedgerows. In winter they seed the ground with 'Puffcorn Delites' bought wholesale from Sam's Club. The ......Read the rest...

...Halloween Meow Pert black feline bosoms blossom Stepping its paws nonchalantly Along the length of the gauntly Elder-oak; towards mocking owl. With a sullen pout the sun goes down ......Read the rest...

...Life on Earth is but a brief interlude, watercolors fading, becoming air. Yet, loving once surely we could conclude love is the purpose of our being there. Night upon night, it's my dreams you in......Read the rest...

...Birds have started chirping Sun is just about to set Squirrel is squeaking as it scampers on branches of flame tree Bees are buzzing Crows can be heard saying caw, caw Eagle flies with a scr......Read the rest...

...Scant animals with their glassy hoped-for eyes draw near to my crumbling step. I think they want to sing me something, carol a Mozart aria perhaps, but they cannot so they lift furry eyebrows s......Read the rest...

...I miss the barn, the hay loft, a place to listen to the midday sun creaking through old wood., the small clouds of horse flies moving as one in their jet-pack bodies, that rose and fell their......Read the rest...

...she stood up ... reached across the table to pinch his cheek - two small red spots grew where she had crimped his dark-whiskered flesh ... "Now they match ... scoundrel!" for there flamed two ......Read the rest...

... "The Goodbye Road" Glass slippers cut roads clean like diamonds they dance through the storm and Yellow is just a colour ribbon tied aroun......Read the rest...

...Season of dream haze and arctic signpost. Chill and chap brood whose scattered offspring plummet thermal values as welcome mat for “whiskered” chimney guest awash with bounty. Thief of sun filled d......Read the rest...