Pages tagged with Whisper

Poems for a rainy, melancholy day or for asking questions that have no answers
This is a poem about what is a good morning. It is also a time to work out our plans for the day and to give thanks.
When I wake up from my sleep I hear many voices before sunrise. The softest and the sweetest of them all is the voice in my heart.
There are a lot of idiomatic expressions used in business and this one trully proves to be of use.
A poem that popped into my head while going to bed.
Birds flying in flight as they go along. The sounds and sights so beautiful. They are so loud with the whisper of wings. The call so tender. So light and clear. Hear the whisper of the call.
a short poem about flying in a hot air balloon, starting off at night and landing in the day. And the dream of growing wings for travel.
Just a short poem about the weather leading up to Christmas. It`s what sometimes happens but not always as Christmas is normally thought of
A short poem about the dangers of sea banks on the coast and why you should seek advice before going fishing on unknown shores.
When distance means that you can't be with your loved one, something in the heart and soul reaches out across the miles in between you..As you lay there alone in the dark...hear a whisper caught up in the shadows, calling your name..
A quick poem about visiting goblins at night while sleeping under an oak tree.
A poem about a man and a woman in love with each other
Alone and lonely which aroused my innermost feelings to be with her, hoping for her for my solitude.
~Rock & Roll~My oldest son, Tommy, was 25 that year~I was 50~my son-in-law, Troy, somewhere in between. Tommy threw a lead guitar riff across the room~Troy snatched it up on the drums~too strong without bass guitar to hold it up, I thought~they glanced my way & opened up the door~
Here I tried to reconciliate my failing soul from the glimpse of Light, a heavenly wisdom showered upon my tired intellect. Am I clear in this expression?
Some thoughts about gossiping and speaking behind others' backs.
A short poem I wrote for a special little soul. who I will always love and cherish
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