Whistling Poems - Poems about Whistling

Attune Whistling tunes Sounding near and afar Now in tune, fused accordingly Symphony...

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You will untie knots from your chain, with trembling hands whistling in the wind, And you will be unstrung, in turn, from someone's necklace, like an exiled pearl. Often, partings dress in mute garments, sleeping in the shelter of silence, Other times, you'll be the silent saint, and your answer is the void left behind. Sometimes time insists on...

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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 I listen to the frustrated grunts and growls Doors slam The smell of brewed coffee I guess it's early in the morning I try...

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Another whistling train speeds by in midnoon, the jeering lad waves at pensive passengers absorbed in serene, not adverse feelings; his youth is vibrant and ready to lampoon! Daises, jasmines and violets are gently lulled in their wild and lush meadows as it rushes by; ravens disperse in pervasive fear so unequaled; what was too calm turns into chaos: a...

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From the hued thicket of dawn flies the musical bird in the sunburst sky, on the rhythm of its own song, the whistling crescendo of the nocturnal nightingale. ...

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The Scent of summer on my skin golden hues of remembrances The rushing river moves quietly into the hours of the day Autumn steams by in fired shades amber oranges yellows and red The whistling winds subside and I feel winter's chide January shivers homsie brews rainy days that end with snow Wet leaves cling to...

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come follow me to the island called home. Welcome black sinners to the rainbow dome. spider queen feeds on the wacky clowns....

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On a cold, dark, dearth autumn night, While I wrestle, nestle faithfully near my window pane Over a long memory of callous and precarious heart break from a callus pain While I stayed, stared at the glow worm's luminescence on a fig, at curved ends of their tails Nearly torpid, turbid, toxic. Momentarily heard a herd of thud...

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wizened widows wink when winsome women wiggle... while workmen whistle (Alliterku) 02/28/2023 Alliterku Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Charles Messina...

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winter trees naked spring trees cloaked with snug green leaves ~ birds’ whistling season 4/1/2022 Nature in Spring Sponsor: Tania Kitchin HMS 5/7/5...

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Wind whistling through the trees Reminds me of the tiny piccolo, High-pitched obbligatos, ranging free Wind whistling through the trees, blow The subtle sounds of spring’s arrival. Wavering tremolo, shimmering limbs Marked by winter storms for survival, Voices of ten-thousand sacred hymns Humming like soft Gregorian chants, Lingering briefly in the crown’s apse To gather all its sacred sycophants, Trembling in rapt reverence, perhaps, Until the breathy...

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Whatever is wrong with whistling a song every day at work, all year long It's like nodding your head to the beat when at school in your seat you've no intention to cheat Or shoveling snow with a spoon humming a merry tune who cares if it takes 'til...

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Even as wind, horrid whistling Met with, leaves us then Shivering for, hours later As affrighted men So does a torment, traced from down Some hall, historical Produce numbness. Only Time-blown. If out of recall....

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YOUTH Mouthing a tunnel of ringing memories A young boy whistles...

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A whistling wheezing hamlet, whispering and emanating, tunes euphonic, In a remote isolated valley, far-flung from the abode of the temporal, Warbling quietly to whistle scads of tranquil cryptic songs; Lying spasmodic, a sparsely inhabited mellifluous hamlet, Kongthong! Not to hyperbole, a singing utopia, uncustomary to the core! Where innate and mellow are...

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