"whistfully" poems - Hello Poetry

There is gold in them hills, he says Gazing whistfully at her peaks and valleys So he's going digging Chipping happily away at each new glittering curve he discovers She watched on in giggling, sunlight type wonder Curious if he shall ever be satisfied For he was of a thirsty nature One for white lightening Another for the metallic shine Of her lace-edged divine

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Sep 26, 2015

Sep 26, 2015 at 8:54 AM UTC

brook-ilges

A Mining Man (Boone County Love Song)

There is gold in them hills, he says Gazing whistfully at her peaks and valleys So he's going digging Chipping happily away at each new glittering curve he discovers She watched on in giggling, sunlight type wonder Curious if he shall ever be satisfied For he was of a thirsty nature One for white lightening Another for the metallic shine Of her lace-edged divine

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Whisper whistfully into my ear. My fingers wrapped in your hair, and yours around my heart. Tugging gently, and opening old wounds that had never really healed kissing my cuts filling them with something that no one can describe You cut me open and you sew me together all at once.

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Dec 24, 2012

Dec 24, 2012 at 8:05 PM UTC

kelsey-erwin

Scars

Whisper whistfully into my ear. My fingers wrapped in your hair, and yours around my heart. Tugging gently, and opening old wounds that had never really healed kissing my cuts filling them with something that no one can describe You cut me open and you sew me together all at once.

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I heard clockwork songs, sprockets and cogs lost, stolen tocks swept through swift hands, and ticks slipped by whistfully shy and shallow; lapping up time in long tongues and trappings on and on, anon singing suddenly daylight! Laughing larks earnest for tomorrow while we, heart shot in sorrow, swallow our pride, hide face first while versed well in this chorus crowing, "See! See! It is sleep that damns, these dreams, contagion!" Step we back, through stars never sleeping as we wound tightly with lunar ties to the tides of these cardiac shores, sanguine swells beneath onyx allure, dampened air, dew gathered in reverence. We were immortal until daylight. We were wrought with cast shadows as indomitable as dreams. Yes we were. Like dew to fog and stars to sun and we may just dissolve like de_ to fog _nd sta_s to su_ a_d we _ay j_s_ _isso_ve _i_e _e_ t_ _og __d __a_s to _u_ a__ w_ _ay __s_ ___so_v_ _i__ _e_ __ _o_ ___ __a__ t_ _u_ ___ w_ _a_ ____ ___s____ _i__ __________ _______ ____ __ _ .

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Aug 24, 2014

Aug 24, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC

riq-schwartz

About time.

I heard clockwork songs, sprockets and cogs lost, stolen tocks swept through swift hands, and ticks slipped by whistfully shy and shallow; lapping up time in long tongues and trappings on and on, anon singing suddenly daylight! Laughing larks earnest for tomorrow while we, heart shot in sorrow, swallow our pride, hide face first while versed well in this chorus crowing, "See! See! It is sleep that damns, these dreams, contagion!" Step we back, through stars never sleeping as we wound tightly with lunar ties to the tides of these cardiac shores, sanguine swells beneath onyx allure, dampened air, dew gathered in reverence. We were immortal until daylight. We were wrought with cast shadows as indomitable as dreams. Yes we were. Like dew to fog and stars to sun and we may just dissolve like de_ to fog _nd sta_s to su_ a_d we _ay j_s_ _isso_ve _i_e _e_ t_ _og __d __a_s to _u_ a__ w_ _ay __s_ ___so_v_ _i__ _e_ __ _o_ ___ __a__ t_ _u_ ___ w_ _a_ ____ ___s____ _i__ __________ _______ ____ __ _ .

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