Whisperer Poems - Poems about Whisperer

A long-tailed skimmer (Plathemis lydia) with lovely striking wings both transformed and adaptable, transforming right before my eyes Settled on my hand she's like an Alien object from heaven above she is probably weighing my soul and deciding how much it weighs Though they often perch on shoreline vegetation this one did not she came and...

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The unseen maestro, the wily whistling whisperer, Cunningly twirls a sway in the bending trees, Dabs, daubs and draws impasto clouds in the sky, Lilts, entices, leaves to dance in tune, as it whistles on by. The field of grass compliant, bends to lithe gusts sly. Laughing to tickling tongue secrets, beholden in every sigh. The wind teases waves, torments lakes...

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Who whispers to the western wind to chill? and bids the leaves to transform thus to die. For soon the beat of summer's heart will still, as flocks of birds seek warmer weathered sky. Who whispers to the intense sunlight's rays? to calm its daily dominance of heat and yield to nights of cool and briefer days, as Autumn races Summer...

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Prayer Whisperer Miracle Man 3/7/2024 The more we wish the less things seem to occur, for a wish isn’t the same thing as praying. God is aware of each prayer whisperer, and He records every word that they’re saying. God always answers our most earnest prayer, though His answer’s aren’t always what we had sought. It’s always a YES, NO, or LATER affair, He hears...

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She stands in the meadow in silence on July fourteenth at six Lifts her violin, and begins playing a melody that promptly clicks Blue dragonflies glide in showing off their opalescent wings. The meadow is grateful, the daisies begin to sway; one sings. She is the dragonfly whisperer, and she knows what to do Every July fourteenth, she brings them...

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I like a good French joke, when you listen to it, it makes you want to jump and shout, I like a good French joke; I am full up to my mouth. I like the French accent and the romantic gesture it has at the end, it’s the way the French president use the thumb...

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Deep in the middle of the middle of the Indian Sea Was a goldfish whisperer, who is known only to me. I saw her in my dreams, wearing coral and green. She enticed goldfish, they were flipping downstream. They matched her dress, her demeanor, even her hair. They seemed excited and enthusiastic beyond compare. I had never seen anyone making these...

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Darkness whisperer. All I sense is dark clouds, sitting all around me, Darkness keeps silent as I try to listen for something familiar, Or something I can dwell my fear on, No please, don't turn on the lights just yet, I begged nobody, hoping somebody was listening, Just in a mood of calm, I heard a whisper, listen, listen Can...

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*Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near? Just like me, they long to be close to you - from “Close to You” by the Carpenters How soothing are your whispers; how loving is your touch. How tender are your azure eyes, and when you smile, Dear, my worries flee! You have to know, I...

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Deer whisperer, had a full schedule, for she was trusted by so many. She examined reindeer, elk to baby fawn, giving attention and love They were brought by their kin and neighbors with nary a whinny. Bridgette’s listening healing gift was from the heavens above. Stories of trauma, upsetting vignettes, with pure PTS Disorder. They were referred to her by...

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He comes in the night in the breeze Through branches of a cottonwood tree Faeries travel on his tails, laughing excitedly I am fast asleep, tight and safe, cuddled in fleece Having no conscious idea this is where He is whispering ideas to me for tomorrow’s poems. Written 6-10-2020 Contest: Whisper to Me Sponsor: Regina Ridddle...

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“Come”, said the wolf with eyes of obsidian night. “See inside of me, melt into my existence of fur and flesh. Walk my path see with soul-eyes. Hold my cubs in your teeth and nurse them with your breast. My spirit is not so wild and untamed, we are the same. Look into my eyes said wolf and know yourself”. ...

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~ A Timeless Connection Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp north, without declining west? ...

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The Inner Whisperer By Herold Osmond !Owoseb My words fail to express my joy But the hope inside I now employ, In your eyes I see endless wonder And this journey has led me to ponder; Now I cannot help but want to stay Your elegance is beyond reproach, So I cannot help but want to approach. You embody purity full of grace, Which I’m...

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Wrenched, yowling ' Pain I'm in' buffered th' whisperer to begin eyes defying whispers of grass carried the inside pain an rash mildly bowed to th' whisperer's heart an cold tears fell down thou art to feel an shutter thou friends pain th' horse yet saved th' life of e're yet lost a leg, one's enough for her an there it began hence again Horses...

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