Whistles Poems - Poems about Whistles

... The wind blows, wails and cries Her strength, her rage, on an upward rise The sky that was clear now is black Her vengeance, her fury unfolds to attack. Lands tremble, crack and bends Destro......Read the rest...

...Chapter two: Meet the neighbors Through the woods that surround the village that we just saw, runs a swift, and crooked creek, where one could wash a dirty paw. Follow the trail just pa......Read the rest...

...It's the beginning of Fall, chilly days and boring days are ahead, he notices how tall are the pines that oversee all; a rambling guy whistles songs: does he have a destination in mind, or he s......Read the rest...

...Taped to the door’s plexiglass pane, a portrait Of a Savior with ardent heart burning Sunlight invades with the turning of hinges Untethering the hospitality of Tony, the lone waiter His Brazilia......Read the rest...

...In the depth of the night, a concerto commenced, With drums of thunder and a melody of rain. Wind flutes played loud sniveling notes, Carrying pulsating tunes in blustery tones. Streaks of li......Read the rest...

... harmonious time singing continuously - whistles and trumpets......Read the rest...

...In the heart of the night, next to the unmoved clock, She lies, with the pillow—a saline lake of pagan scents, Mourning something that was never spoken. Prisoner in the castle of shadows, where da......Read the rest...

...No one knew where Faerie Godmother lived, but we had our suspicions. About a lady down the road whose taffeta skirts were always squish’n. Pearls and whistles are on her clothes and she saunters wh......Read the rest...

... Appliances today replete with whistles and bells The only problem is ~ they don’t work so well ......Read the rest...

...I love to watch a farm awaken in the early spring, Especially as the birds in the forest happily sing, The farm knows how to be itself, profound and true, Like the faded red barn, quietly beholdi......Read the rest...

...I follow others in search of fortune, I've made a decision to leave town; many love this boy's eyes so brown: on his goodbye he whistles a sad tune! Oh, this town beneath the greenest hill, ga......Read the rest...

... Is it the cinders of hope? Is it the life which wheezes unfailingly? Is it the enduring ,crimso......Read the rest...

...On my way to my fitness hour I met a crow flying with a flower. In his beak he cradled the stem, From his talons yellow petals came. Shiny buttons, chromium whistles, Collections of many lost ......Read the rest...

..."The deepest longing in the human heart is the desire for appreciation."--William James A halo of treetops rings the cyan river, as it trips and rolls down Gaia's branches; a gent......Read the rest...

... Surrounding my dreams, softly flowing waters Soothing as the hope that bleeds Liquid gentle, lulling my life to silence, in peace, Shadows colored in music, like waves, Graceful, reflecting......Read the rest...