Whittle Poems - Poems about Whittle

... For Craig's : Blue cheese and old pickles contest 15.03.2025 In the background the Ukraine War and Europe’s dilemma whether to rearm to defend itself or go to the table to discuss a peace treat......

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...I came to the forest With my toolbox in hand Wanting to whittle words Where wanders could understand ...I can not live in this world I see the Willow, standing Strong and bold in the ground ......

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...As we age, we whittle down The things that we can do Or the ways that we can do them So we last the whole day through. I’ve whittled down my exercise And how much I can drink. My energy’s bee......

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...The nightly rattle heard down the hall, The shadow form of a man stands tall. The sound of chains strike fear to my heart. His chance long past, he cannot depart. Seeking my soul, he desires my f......

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...All you ever fed me was cruelty and pain, Starving, I consumed every morsel, every drop I drank. Instructed to stay quiet, Mind my manners and never speak. Never decline what’s been requested, a......

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...A bird in a cage, I refuse to be bound, Transport Adaptee will never break me, I am no rotting fish; for all to see , Your rules are like chains ,time to break them down, I'm no prune and certai......

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... Written: June 09, 2024 For Ink Empress Contest “a mute tongue is a slave to silence” - Silent One ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <>...

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...Take a battering ram to the other side The recoil will do me harm A knife and spoon will suffice Break the gates violently with arms It will seal itself again and entice It will swallow ......

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...In the vortex of a maelstrom, I was rudely thrown drowning in turbulent waters for an error I bemoan, a blunder of loving someone who chose to whittle away at my heart until it became ......

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... On those long days when it was too hot to ride or run, a boy would find an island of cool beneath a tree and sit there with his pocket knife to whittle away time and a piece of wood. A goo......

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...Native America today Lost is the way Living from the land Alone I stand Brother the bear, For the land you care Not fair Cities grow Taking from you all you know People do not seem to unde......

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...Children's Poems IV These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. Boundless by Michael R. Burch for......

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...Whittling away another hour, thoughts recycled into knife blades, Forgive them, they but whittle you, they shape the figure that sits and carves. The shavings fall, the hour grows thin. and ......

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... He whittled away A very large branch That in 6,000 days Was part of his ranch Yet not just the branch Or a tree or two He whittled a forest Full, through and through For this man and kn......

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... The folded corners and wrinkled pages of catalogs that were tattered and ripped From the first of October until late in December we drooled, we fawned, we lusted, we swooned and giggled mut......

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