Whistled Poems - Poems about Whistled

In my youth, I never whistled at a passing woman. In my youth, I never made a raunchy catcall. But I’m sure the gist of what I must've been thinking could’ve made a city like Sodom or Gomorrah fall....

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Seeking solitude, through glass doors I ventured into the forest. Led by a path of thickened brush. At winter's end, temp' sixty strong, it made for a pleasant stroll, enhanced by the whistles of the mild wind Captivated by the walls of flower and green scenery whilst inside, I stood motionless With the leaves...

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That guy just whistled at me. What guy? That guy. I stare at my friend, incredulous. Why would he whistle at her? I am the cute one. So I drag her back there. HEY! The six workers pretend not to notice us. HEY! YOU! THE FAT ONE! They all glare at me. “She’s talking to you,” one says to another. They are all about the same level...

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Whistled from recorder echoed through twilight night reverberating sound of bliss breath of life blown into the thick wide mouth as warm air flows through nostrils` pipe ...

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From out of the shadow and haunt of night, cam the little bird whistling at a star. And when the angels appeared with candles of light, I saw their gold and flaxen Hair reflecting starlight through the air; whose faces glowed in silver sheen brought To life my vivid dream, and there in pastoral fields of myrrh...

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