Whirlwind Poems - Poems about Whirlwind

...Faces of death stare against my raptured skin. Silently, they watch me in frigid judgment. I used to run from them in unholy matrimony, Peeling the sins from my teardrops Wishing they......Read the rest...

...The wild clouds Are traveling In the firmament. The missiles and projectiles Are bursting the profile Of many innocent people. The children Are crying on the benches, And their moms Are ......Read the rest...

...I hang on the small umbrella, but I fail; a whirlwind snatches it away, it's more violent than a hungry eagle swooping down to catch its prey... all is in shambles, it scares the beagle that f......Read the rest...

...I hang on the small umbrella, but I fail; a whirlwind snatches it away, it's more violent than a hungry eagle swooping down to catch its prey... all is in shambles, it scares the beagle that f......Read the rest...

...Poetry is your first walk in freezing cold snow a carnival of whirlwind words that often spin you around Poetry can be sorrow on the end of a cold tree branch drama, excitement, joy, disbelief, an......Read the rest...

...Under the secret veil of the enchanted night, In the depths of my heart, stars dance, I cannot make you understand how time ends, Not even to myself are the mysteries clear. My soul is a castle o......Read the rest...

... She’s a succulent succubus witch whom I can’t resist Her fervent pheromones. Her tenacious trance encapsulates me into Her wonderous whirlwind of pleasures. I’m hopelessly enraptured by He......Read the rest...

...My heart is a drum, it's beating fast A rhythm of rage, a pulse that will last It's pounding in my chest, it's burning my soul I'm fueled by the fire, I'm in control I'm a storm that's brewing,......Read the rest...

...A peaceful cemetery, silent world, shiny existence, sweet death, restful dead I love the feelings of cemeteries, everybody is friends, and I really love them Living death, yes death is lives, lives......Read the rest...

...Under the infinite sky of our destiny, the waves of souls stir, A sea of average spirits, drifting aimlessly on the waters of silence, Lacking that aristocratic individuality, as demanded by Christ......Read the rest...

...Winter’s cold chill cuts through my chin. Within its bleak and brazen embrace, My brisk days are turned brief and barren. They are lengthened into sordid sepulchral insomniac nights. I slither an......Read the rest...

...Beneath the pall of an eldritch moon, the library, a mausoleum of forgotten epochs, loomed ominously. Its silhouette, birth......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There once was a cowboy from Texas, Whose life was a whirlwind of nexus. He rode through the plains, In sunshine and rains, Inside his comfortable Lexus.......Read the rest...

...In the mystic labyrinth of my soul, The exterior mirrors vanish into the heavy void, Like veils of mist, enveloping metaphors, Concealing the deep, magical, and mysterious secrets. Mirrors shimme......Read the rest...

...We press on, bound to yesterday, dragging chains through time’s tight whirlwind, The prisoner is not the one who has erred, but the one haunted by their mistakes. We are all guilty of the great cri......Read the rest...