Whiskers Poems - Poems about Whiskers

...Why does the mouse disguise itself as a rat? Because it has delusions of grandeur. The mouse thinks it must win in life, And to win in life is to be intimidating; To make a name for yourself. Ra......Read the rest...

...TRANSFORMATION Am I really a mouse, surely it can’t be Yesterday, I was a mountain of a man Yet now, scrambling from these sheets In the morning light, I look down to see That I have short whi......Read the rest...

...Clever. In a way only a person can be. When she would try to sneak our human food. Loving. When she would place her paw on my hand. If she had fingers, I bet she would clasp them into mine. Th......Read the rest...

...Grasping it like an heirloom. Alone in this room. I saw a whisker. I knew it was from her. Gray, yet somehow bright. A piece of you that you left one night. Trying to clean, to help myself calm......Read the rest...

...Heaven has not left the long dead bone, alert mouse whiskers, still move the seven seas. At the beginning and the end there is nothing to come, that has not come and is. Mammoths stride a......Read the rest...

...Life is a mixture of contrasts and opposite polarities North-south east and west Sadness and pleasure Winter and summer Empty pockets others full of treasure Female and males Dark and light ......Read the rest...

...On a hot and windless night I lay in bed quietly with a bit sad Looking back on the journey A shadow appears bashfully on the catwalk As shy as debtors for a grace time hide I feel odd suddenl......Read the rest...

... In Elysian Heights, Room 8 stands strong, as a blessed place for a furlong purrloin whisk-along a ride-along comforting face, where memories of childhood days belong, a classmate, a frien......Read the rest...

...Velvety earthmover, pink spades for paws, mining for wriggles and nibbles. You dig, delve and shovel, breaststroke, through the soil, a subterranean swimmer, seeking a trapped sunlight in the......Read the rest...

...They come between dreams, soft focus tails wagging, whiskers electric, the ones we have named. Wide-eyed refugees we had carried home in cars, or in our arms curled around trembling ribs. ......Read the rest...

... “Let my heart be still a moment and let this mystery explore” Edgar Allen Poe. Flutter dear heart Let this mystery start Of ......Read the rest...

...Snow White has put on her grey sludge dress, turning from princess to drudge overnight, She is a pidgin that takes its ill-fed feathers to brighter patches of sky seeking less frozen crumbs. R......Read the rest...

...A kestrel flies the sky with slow wing strokes, then glides in and out of invisible windows. Of a sudden - stillness - no sign of a hover, as if a child's kite had caught an updraught and cease......Read the rest...

...Charred wood and ash stink, after fires in Garigal high-country. A single crow cries road-side, on a black tree-post guarding road kill – a round brown wallaby with feet stuck-up. Ash co......Read the rest...

...In cozy nooks where sunbeams gleam, Dwell Meredith and Theodore, a cherished team. Their whiskers twirl with graceful grace, Purr sounds echo, a soothing embrace. Paws dance softly, a rhythmic ......Read the rest...