Wily Poems - Poems about Wily

we met for no reason in lonely park where we happened to be, both there at the same, time for no real reason, just an accident really, that happenstance yen-ed to sublime. we both heard the empty swing grind a creak as wind swung it to and fro, to and fro, we spoke gently about the pathos of the scene, swing parked empty, echoing the joyous laughs of kids...

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wilting wallflowers wishing they were wild and wooly ...

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The unseen maestro, the wily whistling whisperer, Cunningly twirls a sway in the bending trees, Dabs, daubs and draws impasto clouds in the sky, Lilts, entices, leaves to dance in tune, as it whistles on by. The field of grass compliant, bends to lithe gusts sly. Laughing to tickling tongue secrets, beholden in every sigh. The wind teases waves, torments lakes...

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two wily willing avocado boys dressed in costume, making lots of noise danced a ring around my sister she knows them well, calls one mister first cousins, known as the two Roys I saw them from a mile away these two crazy jokers love to play did not even roll my eyes their antics now no big surprise their costumes funny, green and gay...

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When’ e’er I look upon the squirrel’s plight I think, perhaps, he should be given flight So he could join the mob in warmer climes But then a raged furry coat and tail In Florida could land a squirrel in jail For stealing ice to cool Corona limes For fluffy tails may tempt a wily minx To ask the grayish snow bird...

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I am wily and slick like a seasoned coyote. My hazel eyes travel side to side, as if I am on speed. I do not want to miss anything. My dog ears are on ready alert. Every sense is on high yellow. Picking up potential problems. Some kid needs a paper towel. I turn to get him two. Turning back in time to...

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I bend and I sway, I’m a wily old fox, Let Trump rue the day I jumped from my box. I’m now running wild On the meadows I love, My colleagues quite riled As I give them a shove. Third time’s a real charm, I’m the man of the hour, The one to wreak harm, As they all run and cower. They say I’m too old, But little...

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When winsome women wiggle while walking, workman will whistle wolfishly, wailing words wrought with washroom wit. Whilst waylaid wives wince, wizened widows wink, waving wily. (Alliteration)...

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The wily thorn that signifies the rose abides; some hapless fool will come along untutored in the art of willful pose to grasp, and sustain a sharp reminder! His gift bestowed and modestly attended, there stirs a trembling only she may know whose pledge is true and joyfully intended, first semblance of a passion soon to grow. How powerful beauty's lure can be! it...

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The wily thorn that signifies the rose abides; some hapless fool will come along untutored in the art of willful pose to grasp, and sustain a sharp reminder. His gift bestowed and modestly attended, there stirs a trembling only she may know whose pledge is true and joyfully intended, first semblance of a passion soon to grow. How powerful such beauty's lure can...

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he wily thorn that signifies the rose abides, some hapless fool will come along, untutored in the art of willful pose to grasp it, and sustain a sharp reminder. His gift bestowed and modestly attended, there stirs a trembling only she may know whose pledge is true and joyfully intended, first semblance of a passion...

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The wily thorn that signifies the rose abides; some hapless fool will come along untutored in the art of willful pose to grasp, and sustain a sharp reminder! His gift bestowed and modestly attended, there stirs a trembling only she may know whose pledge is true and joyfully intended, first semblance of a passion soon to grow. How powerful such beauty's lure can...

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The wily thorn that signifies the rose abides; some hapless fool will come along untutored in the art of willful pose to grasp, and sustain a sharp reminder! His gift bestowed and modestly attended, there stirs a trembling only she may know whose pledge is true and joyfully intended, first semblance of a passion soon to grow. How powerful such beauty's lure can...

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Steal the Kiss, By Wily Means She had just turned 17 and I had loved her since she was fifteen! She had long, long dark brown hair, was prettier than newborn pups and had a smile that melted my heart! Softest voice in the world and a genuine love for caring for others! I was a year younger and...

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A wild beast looking for game Slowly stalking his prey for the best possible angle to exact all of its might to end that soul in the most horrific of ways And then, It gladly puts a stamp on her day. A wild beast looking for game, Forgives but never forgets, Its first chance is to make the jungle respect, That it is he...

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