Whistle For It Poems - Poems about Whistle For It

...In the silent kingdom of lost seasons, where shadows measure the silence, A day will dawn when you let the burdens of confession fall like leaves, An old blanket of crushed convictions, your unwave......Read the rest...

...The beckoning call of the Nightingale Like the whistle of wind in a sail Arrives on a spring days tail And nestles like a cotton ball Inside a trees hidden cloud The hatchlings are so loud Bum......Read the rest...

... On stage he struts in sequined costume, a plume of feathers cocked high on head A thespian poet of no account is ranting though his troupe boasts of his skill and talent But the loo......Read the rest...

... do your bit for king and country. are you a coward? or are you brave? so now is the time to sacrifice you don`t want to let your mates down it`s a kinship of the soul you know that’s the Au......Read the rest...

... a boys own adventure has now begun on a beach blazed under a Turkish sun we`re here to take land from the evil Hun and are told we are doing this for everyone orders were given from the mothe......Read the rest...

...Cardinals and nuthatches Sing in the morning Serendipitously in unison Unhinged with no warning A motionless conductor As I sit in my space Melodies arrive equivocally Put a smile on my f......Read the rest...

...Asleep in the bottom drawer A place I now call home I hear a voice call my name "Sockie, Sockie" where are you I am here I seem to yell But my voice was muffled By rolls of clothing hell ......Read the rest...

... Twas daybreak as this bright morn I rose Greeted at breakfast by my darling Rose A brief time together as by seven I've left Out to the garden, the street and then left Along cobbled paths wh......Read the rest...

...Grandma's Stories “Can I tell a tale? Well sit.I'm going to. Pull up a chair, or on the floor that will do. I'm elderly now as things are reckoned, and i may forget the story in the next second.......Read the rest...

... The cacophony never lasted long, we always found new variations, to the same ancient music. If at times a sobering truth impelled us to acknowledge, that the opus of our works was merely a ......Read the rest...

... A song trickles from the thicket... bouncing off the cowlicked grass. It tilts its beak toward my whistle... re-branding the day "Bull thistle magic". ......Read the rest...

...whistle through tree lines piercing sound of currents flow defining silence......Read the rest...

.... I saw her's at the distance I tried the whistle It flew out like tweety bird's caught by sylvester f......Read the rest...

...I am still holding my belly and rocking from side to side as if my mother had just died. Reality is mumbling between my teeth and tension is crawling up and down my stomach. The music is playing but ......Read the rest...

...no words could explain my feelings for her or capture the intensity of how it feels to look at her. i could tell you her eyes are like the glistening water on a stream in summer next to a bed o......Read the rest...