"wistle" poems - Hello Poetry

There's a train departing at 1am. It's not the normal trains who's wheels squeal on tracks or whistles blow and wheels screech to avoid crashes The train I'm talking about is my train of thought. Normally everything is linear. Everything is fine and I over think every once in a while But every once in a while, around 1am My disaster train leaves and I can't rein it in Here come the insecuties and old heart breaks Angry old rants and sadistic new views It's all jumbled mess and it comes with feness And crashes through the walls of my mind like-well a freight train. There's a train leaving at 1am. We know where it goes and what hops aboard. Let's just try and close those eyes Before your up late enough to hear the wistle blow.

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Sep 16, 2015

Sep 16, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC

backgroundcharacter

1AM Trains

There's a train departing at 1am. It's not the normal trains who's wheels squeal on tracks or whistles blow and wheels screech to avoid crashes The train I'm talking about is my train of thought. Normally everything is linear. Everything is fine and I over think every once in a while But every once in a while, around 1am My disaster train leaves and I can't rein it in Here come the insecuties and old heart breaks Angry old rants and sadistic new views It's all jumbled mess and it comes with feness And crashes through the walls of my mind like-well a freight train. There's a train leaving at 1am. We know where it goes and what hops aboard. Let's just try and close those eyes Before your up late enough to hear the wistle blow.

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I step onto the mat the sudden softness springs the other awake the one born of pain misery and focus everything deafens the world blocks out its me and them whoever wins the better no complaints no if onlys ones stronger ones weaker everything blanks out thought included it slows you down reaction after reaction wistle blows your hands raised the beast quiets till called on again

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Oct 10, 2015

Oct 10, 2015 at 3:52 AM UTC

you-know-who

Wrestling

I step onto the mat the sudden softness springs the other awake the one born of pain misery and focus everything deafens the world blocks out its me and them whoever wins the better no complaints no if onlys ones stronger ones weaker everything blanks out thought included it slows you down reaction after reaction wistle blows your hands raised the beast quiets till called on again

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Sunday, the lads are on the pitch they were ****** the night before the other side look just as bad not sure any are fit to score The whistles blown, the ball is kicked three players chase concentration on their faces The keepers are leaning on goalposts and seventeen are tying their laces Number nine is running at goal He must score, it's in the bag the ball soars past the goalie and hits the corner flag By the half time wistle there was one red card and four yellow players were crawling off the pitch the supporters were less than mellow The full time score was a one all draw the Ref blew for full time the players headed for the bar Twenty one pints and a lager and lime Match clebrations went on for hours though neither side had won next Sunday they would play again only to draw again, one, one

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Jul 6, 2025

Jul 6, 2025 at 5:08 PM UTC

chris-pea

The Sunday match

Sunday, the lads are on the pitch they were ****** the night before the other side look just as bad not sure any are fit to score The whistles blown, the ball is kicked three players chase concentration on their faces The keepers are leaning on goalposts and seventeen are tying their laces Number nine is running at goal He must score, it's in the bag the ball soars past the goalie and hits the corner flag By the half time wistle there was one red card and four yellow players were crawling off the pitch the supporters were less than mellow The full time score was a one all draw the Ref blew for full time the players headed for the bar Twenty one pints and a lager and lime Match clebrations went on for hours though neither side had won next Sunday they would play again only to draw again, one, one

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Down cobbles rose garland sways still sweeet fox pollon seep down alley ways exhaust for-seen resource in shadow wisk e-hers tinber lit darkness - ray-linear Ultra violet ultra steep o wains and candles tis summer gleam & beneath tomorro unseen O castle ablaze let side leave wake till dawn day breaks drawn arrow Sea Aparts nor seperated dose stars leaves flower beswayed fairy rings set... pon cusion Jestered not geer'd ad-sole speech Healerrs only hear to kKill And angels hide in coast drift demons and darkness impervise light Sweet to kindle Awe lonely hears swoop and fain in wistle of nestle math to flame crossed goldenfields than adorn & Spaninsh crux+, shall meet morn settle anew conflict will decide on hieght brother conduct fist to system a sword yours Shall swing on daymakers eventual deprive bell to chime and hymm see rise & yawns

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Aug 3, 2017

Aug 3, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC

Raidle

GO+ your

Down cobbles rose garland sways still sweeet fox pollon seep down alley ways exhaust for-seen resource in shadow wisk e-hers tinber lit darkness - ray-linear Ultra violet ultra steep o wains and candles tis summer gleam & beneath tomorro unseen O castle ablaze let side leave wake till dawn day breaks drawn arrow Sea Aparts nor seperated dose stars leaves flower beswayed fairy rings set... pon cusion Jestered not geer'd ad-sole speech Healerrs only hear to kKill And angels hide in coast drift demons and darkness impervise light Sweet to kindle Awe lonely hears swoop and fain in wistle of nestle math to flame crossed goldenfields than adorn & Spaninsh crux+, shall meet morn settle anew conflict will decide on hieght brother conduct fist to system a sword yours Shall swing on daymakers eventual deprive bell to chime and hymm see rise & yawns

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Up the tree grows, wistle from the windy blows. A leaf in the wind, the wood you were to kind'.

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Dec 29, 2013

Dec 29, 2013 at 3:56 PM UTC

Bittebeth

Life of the tree

Up the tree grows, wistle from the windy blows. A leaf in the wind, the wood you were to kind'.

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Have you heard the little bird wistle your daddy problems are sickening and you couldn't handle how I made you rarely rock my rollie. That's a funky **** pipe that ***** not cool duude, that's **** doodoo. Dozing off.

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Jun 10, 2019

Jun 10, 2019 at 5:10 PM UTC

leroy-williams

Grunge Roots

Have you heard the little bird wistle your daddy problems are sickening and you couldn't handle how I made you rarely rock my rollie. That's a funky **** pipe that ***** not cool duude, that's **** doodoo. Dozing off.

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