"whispy" poems
I saw a cloud
One lonely whispy cloud
In the very blue sky
The edge was on fire...it was blushed
Peach
I looked again...
I saw a cloud
On fire...for just a moment
The sun had kissed the cloud
Goodbye for the day
On the right edge of it lips
On the edge of its smile
The clouds smile
Then
I looked away
And pretended not to notice
Dec 27, 2023
Dec 27, 2023 at 9:07 AM UTC
I have gone cold turkey
On many a vice and addictions,
Wasn't nearly there,
When it came to you,
You -a newly seeded dandelion,
In my beautiful garden,
Pulled you out cleanly,
From root to tip,
Far away from flowering,
You didn't even look pretty,
Once a part of a beauty,
Swayed fuzzy and whispy,
Got kicked and treaded over,
Scattered fragments,
Waiting to seed again,
Pretty on the outside,
Trouble for the gardener,
Didn't even use my rage,
Just calmly uprooted you,
So you wouldn't flower,
Won't scatter anymore,
Spread like a **** again,
But who knows,
Weeds are resilient,
Maybe you'll flower,
In someone else's garden,
Blossom and bloom,
Just to be kicked again,
Always loved a dandelion,
Pretty in the hands,
Prettier when scattered,
So I won't hold you again.
Jan 30, 2023
Jan 30, 2023 at 12:59 PM UTC
Her whispy straw-like hair
Strange green eyes that never rest
A smile no artist could ever paint
A frown to suicide a saint
Her voice fresh water that she never drinks
Her measured distance covers what she thinks
Laughter so human it inspires God
And sends Him back to work
Whilst she is unemployed
She's a taker; She's a mover; she's a doer
And what she gives makes charity cry
Her pride is rarely spoken loud
She's not comfortable in a crowd
But she drinks in others
As they drink in her;
She is blind where they don't care.
Her whispy straw-like hair transcends despair
Like only a Russian knows how;
Balanced compassion with a violent passion
But what light in those still hoping eyes
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
I am not welcome
But to those
Who want to hide
Who want to be held
In my frigid
Whispy arms
Lost in the depths
Of a soft
Floating cloud
The thick
Moist cloak
That veils the earth
The eerie
Beautiful covering
Wavering and hovering
I am the mist
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 12:23 AM UTC
We stopped in the
whispy city,
the hippy boy and me.
We thought of the
good times and bad,
and encouraged our minds
to be free.
We came upon a drifter
a ***** old man and
his wife.
We never felt the distance,
though imagined their life
without strife.
But where can we be
today
alone in our world
side by side.
We thought about
loving good times
so great and yet
we cried.
Reenter the crispy-
like city,
snow covered,
serene & oblique.
We wandered around
with no purpose,
an oasis that just
sprung a leak.
And who never fought
the war,
the angular, meaningless
scourge.
We found all the cities
amuck,
and all we could sing
was good luck.
So who never sang
the song,
that glorious, soulful
olio.
Just me and that young
hippy boy,
while nobody else
really cared.
Oct 23, 2010
Oct 23, 2010 at 6:51 PM UTC
Psychedelic raindrops
Dripping lights
So bright, so bright
Like mushroom painted rainbows
Glowing
As angels in the night
While ravers eat their kandi
I journey
Aimlessly through the sky
Making friends with whispy planets
Soaring on my hocuspocus carpets
Don't make me come down
I wanna stay high, melting face forever
Drinking passion from a flask
Enjoying my nonsensical endeavor
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 1:53 PM UTC
tiny blue houses line the beige, red, and green grass that lines the runway
the city from above is a rainbow mosaic of bustling focus,
in markets, on scooters, in neatly trimmed parks
now it fades to white, a blending for from ground to sky
meeting, joining, the whispy clouds that lay, for now above
Hồ Chí Minh city
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 8:16 PM UTC
**A Unique Sight To See Are Summer
Birds Sitting In Winter Trees,
Chilled Winds Whistle--Creating High Voltages Of
Dopamine Which Wriggle Free In My Cells,
Evening Dwellers Soon Awake
Forcing Back The Day--Yet I Stay To
Gaze At The Black Canvas Of The Sky,
How Terribly I Wish To Paint The Stars
Ice White Paint Sits On My Palette; I Am Ready,
Just As I Dip My Brush Dawn Returns
Kinder Blazes On The Horizon--Yet I Create
Lonely Stars Sit--Three To Be Exact--Are
My Creation--And They Greet The Day Dwellers,
Nodding Hello As They Slip Back Into The Blue
Over The Whispy Clouds They Dance,
Politely They Smile And Wave Goodbye And
Quietly They Disappeared,
Rain Rolled Down My Cheeks But I Am Happy,
Silently I Smiled As I Trodded Back To The Trees
The Summer Birds Still Singing,
Uniting With The Bone Chilling Air
Valiant They Weather The Winter On The
Winding River--Their Melody Tingling Under My
Xiphoid Process,
Yielding To Express My Gratitude I Watch As They
Zig-Zag Through The Winter Trees**
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 8:32 AM UTC
Unearthly weightlessness,
Bunched abandon,
Carelessly clustered,
As if ‘He’ planned them
To cause star-struck wonder;
Defying ‘DIY’ laws
Cautiously cradling,
The nature of wars-
The whispy familiars
Of sunset clouds
Feed vitamin horizons
To unaware crowds.
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 2:13 PM UTC
I love when colored salmon spawn
And leap with ease over towns on high
With rippling waves and glistening sheen
How they bound between these rocky outcrop clouds
And spread their whispy tendril fins
Across the cascading pinkish sky
I love the night just before it breathes
Quiet as waivering gills unseen
When the salmon color seeps into the sky
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 7:55 PM UTC
The color of a slightly tipsy tongue peeling my resolve from my own is that of a winter morning
-- clear and concise in its purpose,
Sending signals to my brain, which, in response,
Transmits slight shivers down my spinal cord,
Raising the fine hairs
Along my smooth skin
--the same relaxed, whispy, ***** that covers tense, terse, and trembling muscles.
The sound of a shirt being pushed
Out of the way;
The sound of pants already crumpled,
Settled,
On the carpet my mother cleans.
That sound that represents
Everything I've ever wanted from nothing
But can not accurately depict
Anything I've wanted from one thing in particular.
Because you are special and
You make me want
And
You make my body tense and
My words short and
My lips loose.
Loose so as to open and receive your secrets given
In
False
Drunkeness
--to allow your breath to absolutely fill
My lungs
As you drag me down beneath the surface
And into the dark.
We are not blind.
Our nerves spark in the darkness,
The area devoid of any light source
save for those that arise from the
friction of skin against skin
and mind against mind,
Ideas crashing and banging together
As they
Escape
From our mouths
During our futile resistance to anything logical
Or rational,
Our selves piloted by the thought of
Unfathomable numbers and equations
That led to this moment
When our bodies feel everything
And our minds feel
Nothing.
We are naked before the eye of the God neither of us believe in.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 3:51 PM UTC
I just want them too truly
To know they are as and more
Dearly too when we are all as my
3 here re see Eve'd as I already knew
U had come too re a shore the lonely sailor
With One One Another Ahoy!!!
~The Promise Be Shore Surely!!!~~
~Love of my life baby girl V~~Star'Sis!!
Come Darling Coming!!!
Still and More
Shall be!!
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Air All Was As Crisp Still Clear
Moon o'V very bright fully too
Towards the Dead of Line's
'tween be of a day by
Tip Tipper of Nite
locally See Sea's
longitudinally
onward thee
tracking
surely
so..
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Then the waters did part as quick
As Glass Shattered into that house
Midwife Be Thy Holy Need
Pop Quickly Spotting
Pop On Top One
Pop on Top
too lil' me
seeing
see
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Then just as sudden as the quick
The winds did there kick kick blew
As Blackly Be But Stars
Dimmer Too For
This Moon Of
Wooing
Thee
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Too All Mighty's
So Whispy of Whispering's
Windy's Cloud's Streak
Speak's Th'Eye's Sky's
Here's Holy's
Hearing's
Love
Is
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By Moon So Overly Fleet Flew
Fastly Flying All Heavenly Hands
Took Competent Handling of All Decks
Twas not this no not the one for a mutiny
All the Blood Bearing Beings before had overly
So much of scutiny too Wards of The Captain Too
They felt as his captive's Too A Madness Of Missions
*more: Coming ha ha Guess Guess!! Bless Bless!
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 11:50 AM UTC
The bonsai grew all wrong
Its branches outweigh the base
And the wood is whispy and pale
Without the spring a sapling entails
It's big, much too big, too long
A band stretched past its place
Becomes a twig in impatient hands
Pressured, and snapped, and palmed
Bonsai's mature slowly
With snow and vibrant leaves
To rush things is more than lowly
You've sold their soul you thieves
Sep 3, 2021
Sep 3, 2021 at 1:18 AM UTC
Quick Ways of describing the moon with a poetic aptitude of felicity.
The silver glow struck my eyes, flowing through my body, making me stand in awe underneath itself.
The natural lighthouse guided my way through the haze, releasing my inner imagination.
The white hue echoed through the clouds, lighting up the stagnant air.
The whispy clouds covered the moon in a thin veil, concentrating their efforts on dismissing it's effort to shine.
Quick ways of describing the sun
The fiery ball of death awakened our planet with life, turning fire and flames into rivers and green grass.
The light felt warm against my skin, as I laid there, feeling the warm sun, trying to fathom the vast distances that lied between it and us.
The destroyer of worlds, the hellfire from above, the golden globe of hope and all things that are good, the ambiguous sphere of giving... The Sun
The Sky would not be blue, nor the grass green, nor would the cacophony of cold harsh winds batter against your house, as you sat reverent of the warm sphere, watching it's pubescent sunrise and it's aging sunset, as you behold, the greatness of the sun.
Quick Ways of describing the Universe
The bright stars shined through the sky, escalating man's need to know, to explore, pushing him to release his inner genius and become great.
The firmament sits there, a endless black chalkboard, smeared with nebulae and brushed with black holes, and glittered with stars.
The Earth sat there alone, waiting for consolation, waiting for a spark, and then she opened her eyes, and all the Universe was bestowed upon her, burning beauty into her brain and soul.
Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 1:17 PM UTC
The beauty of youth will forever belong at your side, and therefore it will stay
Even after the hairs upon each of our heads begin to glow like a white halo ray
After it has turned from the fairest of golds to whispy alabaster whites and greys
Never shall youthful beauty whisper farewell to us on any occuring days
Even after long are gone the glorious days in the past and time we have spent
Now filled with the sad longing, with hurting glances, in which is called resentement;
These are from the multitude of wrinkles; of which to gain we never meant
But still; the beauty of youth weeds out those feelings, helping us to repent
The thinning upon our heads? Remind us of the days we were conspicuously snooty
Because those were the fruitful times in which we were often called a "natural beauty"
Noses in the air because we thought being beautiful was our righteous duty
Only now the surface of our faces have been wrinkled and bleached like an old dried abalone
The bounties of our short timed youth, have long been washed away with the waves of time
But that allows us to remember; and rejoice at every steep mountainous climb
Through smiles and laughs; and the misshaps in which we were thoroughly covered in grime
The beauty of youth resonates through every memory even when it tries to be sublime
The richest of light is not from youthful beauty; but forever it will always be lit and cast
The light from the joyful sound of chirping birds; and the tirelessness of laughs,
Of the mindless days we spend vainly dreaming, stepping off our "to be discovered" paths
With the hopes of regaining our once beauty filled and profitable youthful pasts
(Those are the very brightest, of every youthful light)
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC
Ascending among the brilliant stars,
Varied blue, white, yellow, red;
Distinct and somewhat poignant,
Draped beneath the sky overhead.
Orion unsheaths his weapon,
Ursa major does not roar,
These bears and men who cannot see,
Lend faces to the whispy air as they soar.
Dark clouds, dim lit and hazy,
Among the moon's soft shine,
Each image is reflected,
In the city's humble skyline.
Descending alongside comets,
Hot, burning, coarse rocks,
Break free from godly confines,
And dance among men, stars, and clocks.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
Exultant in hiatus hovering
Indulgent in this paused rewind,
To Jubilantly rob the reaper
Bleeding him of stolen time.
Illicit whispers silenced now
A brooding hue invades the room,
Whispy red, magenta forces
Hold at bay gloom's moody doom.
Translucence in the shadow shimmers
Time and space suspend as one,
Whilst others wither on the vine
Eternity's embraced by some.
This gentle feeling, floating there
The thrill of flying free,
From complications vagaries,
From life's complexity.
The crystal cadence starts to wither
Silky walls do billow in,
Hurled abuse invades the instant
Carping walls of harping din.
Retreating to the everyday
And wrinkled skin again,
The golden days of pause have fled
As time resumes her reign.
Marshalg
@theCoalface
Mangere Bridge
29 October 2009
www.worthyofpublishing.com
Oct 29, 2009
Oct 29, 2009 at 10:26 PM UTC
Aging
The lazy orange hammock *******
Drink down my thought into your skin,
of lazy orange hammock swinging.
lie down easy and look at the sky , the sun burning away the clouds which turn whispy and start thinning.
orange hammocks between great fragrant green pine trees as the autumn winds come in.
lazy orange hammock swinging as my mind centres on time travelling,
all we are doing is lazy orange hammock swinging as the autumn winds come in.
all we are doing is lazy orange hammock swinging as the autumn winds come in.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 6:58 AM UTC
Dawn Returns To A Land Of Darkness,
Shadows Long,
Lights Blinking Quietly,
The Clicking Of Feet On Concrete,
Are Covered By The Roar Of A Giant,
Green Leaves With Flecks Of Yellow,
Surround A Sun Bleached Road,
Last Night's Rain,
Left Marks On Chilled Pavement,
Sunlight Hits Strait On,
Allowing You To See Your Reflection,
Then It Slowly Slips Off Your Face,
Leaving You In Darkness,
A Melody Buzzes In Your Ear,
But You Are To Disoriented,
To Listen To The Words,
A Field Glistens With Waterdroplets,
Dancing In The Suns Returnimg Light,
As A Yellow Monster,
Prowls Along The Road,
Clouds Whispy And Smooth,
Covered By A Bright Blue Sky,
Look Over You Below,
You Pass The Road Of Memories,
The Road Of Old New Beginnings,
And You Keep Going,
With Out Even Turning Your Head,
And As The Sun Slips Behind The,
Dark Whispy Clouds,
You Are Left In The Darkness,
Once Again
Sep 7, 2012
Sep 7, 2012 at 8:32 AM UTC
its bubbly- it bubbles- it builds
the insurmountable urge to quit- it all
soft- whispy- sweet- a toxic treat
it is in the gaps my health falls
i wish I could up and combust
so much to do- so little fuel
its bubbly- it bubbles- it builds
the insurmountable urge to quit-
it all
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 8:47 AM UTC
and the whispy clouds
of this mind fall up again
i see you clearly
Jan 16, 2023
Jan 16, 2023 at 10:03 PM UTC
Soledad wears her skin in caramel hues.
Heavy with a momentary mouth,
Her slow croon etches
Marlboro into the humid evening.
A passion turned to pleading,
Shaped in the image of clouds and thunder.
Her words come whispy,
Syncopated and wading in waves of forgetfulness
Where sustenance withers,
Braided into the silence and given quietly,
Softly to the sky.
High tenor,
Raspy and warm repeats
Into an stemmed crystal glass;
La inminente luna.
La inminente luna
Canta para su
Acsension a la azul.
May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 12:54 AM UTC
We met many many years back
When the realisation hit that I may need you
I met you at home and the street but as a vision
When my mum constantly reminded me to get you home
I rebelled and didn’t want to
I met you in my tears
When someone wanted you
More than me,
I met you in disdain
When I saw many who had you
But strutted around in false pride.
And I didn’t want you.
And here you are,
Many moons later,
Wherein I rediscovered you.
It was never you, it was the picture I painted.
I am getting closer to you now
Fresh canvas,
Wispy and comforting,
Uplifting like a kite 🪁 in the sky,
You’re blooming,
You smell fresh as a 🌹.
You’re “getting lighter”,
And to me now it is not my weight in body,
But the heaviness in my heart and mind,
That I am getting lighter with.
And as I do, I find you so comforting,
You were always my friend,
I didn’t see you
As people and my heaviness painted you as an enemy,
You’re my angel
And I know you better,
Getting closer to you,
Whispy, floating and free.
I like you lightness,
You’re me now.
You so want to come closer to me,
Constantly trying to invade my mind,
Tentacle my thoughts and dreams.
But hey I get you,
I am going to set you free.
Because now you’re inside of me
And my journey in the here and now is to be.
You’re sweet and I get you,
But sweetness is one flavour,
And I like it spicy and tangy as well,
A tad bitter, some more there,
So I’ll just set you free.
Now, I am free,
Whispy and floating,
Pink and sparkly,
Becoming me...
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 12:25 PM UTC
There's sand in my car
on the seat, the floor, underneath the brake
I brush and brush but it just jumps up and falls back down
exactly where it is, as sand always did
as the sand from the Monterey Bay does
when I grew up and now
and I try to jog on the beach
but my muscles are so weak now
and I remember my young body
jogging and getting tight again within days
but I am home,
and that is what I feel more than anything
and the decades seem to be diaphanous, like clouds or
whispy spray, not so heavy and real
and after crunches in the sand
I am on the couch writing in a notebook
and I touch my hair and sand falls out
making tiny little sand noises as each particle
hits the paper
and I remember being in high school
when this happened all the time,
and sand will fall, and cling, and put itself on you
in your car, in your hair and into your life
until you can't live without it, must be near it
And my body will fade, and worse still my mind
but the sand will stay forever, tiny and infinitely monumental
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC