Whistling Poems - Poems about Whistling

... Vivacious incandescent longing blushes buoyant, spreads spectrum of fervor in the sanguine skies. Spring-suffused beguiled brush paints to enchant, portrays chromatic contours of cravi......Read the rest...

...I FELL ONE NIGHT, WELL IT WAS DARK! THEN WOUND MY WAY INTO A PARK IT'S PEOPLED BUT WITH KANGAROOS WHO HAVE LOST ONE OR MORE OF SHOES BETTER THAN LOSING PANTS, I GUESS WHO CARES! SIT DOWN! PUT......Read the rest...

...The whistling kettle calls to me. Telling me it's time for tea I grab my Tinkerbell mug off the shelf As I try to decide what to have for myself What flavor of brew should I steep into my cup? ......Read the rest...

...Hummingbird’s perch sipping fresh liquid gold, while their wings flutter in luminous green. Soon to be zipping, zooming, flying bold. Sunlight brightens their tiny plumes to sheen. Purple finch......Read the rest...

...The Baltimore oriole sports an orange coat, But I haven't seen one; to L.A., they're remote. Their rich whistling song is a sweet herald of spring. Ones like Frank Robinson have a grea......Read the rest...

...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 gar......Read the rest...

...Biographies of different kinds, Orwell with Atwood, intertwined, Old books, new books, a thousand rhymes, Keeping their words, holding those lines, Singing caged birds, sit whistling chimes, His......Read the rest...

... I have an inkling My writing is winking At me behind my back Or maybe its just blinking, Mindlessly thinking While wrinkling up My tiny universe By tinkering And intermingling The real a......Read the rest...

.... whistling mine lip's made the rough uv i vulnerable and th......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...

...A Patron's Vanity [A protest poem]--- By Cherbo Geeplay How sunny the day becomes remains to be seen under these monsoon rains as a scarf hangs on the clouds, prodding to be noticed in ......Read the rest...

...When wondrous willows weep, wild whistling whipping winds whirl wickedly. Wonderful while watching, writing, weeping... ......Read the rest...

...Autumn gone, now winter frost, Reflections return, times long lost. Words, pictures plucked from air, Those I know are always there. Sixty years ago and more, When life and love could only so......Read the rest...

... Showered with petals, long since gone, Silk cloth exchanged for armour strong, The transparent walls imprison souls, No heart or living thought consoled. Our presence blurred in mirrors c......Read the rest...

...By Cherbo Geeplay I can touch the rhythm of your beats, and sense the chirpy throb; the music streams it currents to my pulse, the hair on my skin rises, the trumpet ricochets, filling the roo......Read the rest...