Wishy Poems - Poems about Wishy

Steady the float

Here rest my oars.
A killick thrown to the school of fishes,
To still my boat from the peering waves.
Fishy-wishy scatter as water splatters,
Like wood chips flying when the pickaxe strikes.
A ship draws near, but my killick blocks its kiss—
Its stale mouth might stagger my rest,
And send my gathered fish fleeing the net.

Much of the mud my

Categories: wishy, boat, fish, fishing, sea,
Form: Free verse

AI warning in verse

Shines would soon be taken off poetry,
When machines replace humans as judges,
By then wisdom will have fled human minds,
Making AI seem more intelligent.

Poems churned out will then be wishy-washy,
Since standout ones will have been discarded,
As machine junks — confirmed by machines,
So undeseving of recognition. 

As more and more inferior works are praised,
At the detriment of

Categories: wishy, care, engagement, feelings, future,
Form: Free verse

Wishy was being a little bit washy

Brooding at the bar, Wishy was being a little bit washy.
The whiskey had made his speech a little bit sloshy.
I said, "Wishy, I have no idea ~
what is it you want me to say?"
He moaned, "Trishy was never really Wishy's, now was she?”

Categories: wishy, best friend, love hurts,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Elegy of my wishy-washy world country side

Because I must not always cannibal or bubble or haggard 
   like carnivorous animal like a brave vampire like a brave 
     maniacal rebel like a warehouse wolf?. 
  Sometimes imagine how mermaids is governing water 
    or is swimming thus to the world -

Categories: wishy, inspirational,
Form: Free verse

Wishy Washy

If ever a genie should say to me,
“I shall grant thee wishes three. Choose wisely!”,
wealth, perfect health, and immortality
my choices might be. Maybe not. Maybe.

Categories: wishy, humor, magic,
Form: Rhyme

Washy Wishy

Longneck Cassidy, my hero from the fifties
A giraffe so charming his talent quite nifty
Picking apples was a breeze
Lower branches on his knees
Remembering him makes my eyes go washy wishy

Categories: wishy, nostalgia,
Form: Limerick

Wishy Washy

To vascilate is never any fun
Either go with the other or the one
Riding the fence not the bull
Soon gives all a belly full
of Quickdraw McGraw with an empty gun

For wisdom catagory

Jul 29 2010 For John's Limerick contest

Categories: wishy, funny
Form: Limerick

Wishy Washy { Poetry In Motion}

the moon crossed 
                                       the Northern Lights floats

Categories: wishy, imagination, inspirational, science, uplifting,
Form: Free verse