Poems About the Sky Seeking Honest Critique
#sky
Poems about the sky seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Easterlies
A lone crow perched on a breeze bobbing bough
clutching it like a floatation device
with every bit of its feathered know-how
foundering on high like a sacrifice,
to Eurus, and full afternoon sun,
blasting glory to every dancing tree
in sky blue by the cerulean ton,
and freshest barometric liberty!
Soon enough, the crow abandoned its post
to flotsam away on knackered wings
perhaps seeking a branch, not so utmost,
or to scratch the grass for edible things.
Fare thee well, oh breeze...
clutching it like a floatation device
with every bit of its feathered know-how
foundering on high like a sacrifice,
to Eurus, and full afternoon sun,
blasting glory to every dancing tree
in sky blue by the cerulean ton,
and freshest barometric liberty!
Soon enough, the crow abandoned its post
to flotsam away on knackered wings
perhaps seeking a branch, not so utmost,
or to scratch the grass for edible things.
Fare thee well, oh breeze...
#sky
#spring
#sun
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East of The Sun
Sailing through the bluest skies
were the towering clouds of spring,
as if they were a ketch that flies
or kites upon a lengthy string!
And sure the breeze was fresh and true
at play through every leafing tree
offset against that sunset blue,
and birds in busybody glee!
That sundown was approaching fast
and the clouds were scattering fleet,
just like a squadron at full mast
rigged as white as a ghosting sheet
making way for the newest moon...
now creeping...
into...
were the towering clouds of spring,
as if they were a ketch that flies
or kites upon a lengthy string!
And sure the breeze was fresh and true
at play through every leafing tree
offset against that sunset blue,
and birds in busybody glee!
That sundown was approaching fast
and the clouds were scattering fleet,
just like a squadron at full mast
rigged as white as a ghosting sheet
making way for the newest moon...
now creeping...
into...
#sun
#sky
#clouds #wind
#clouds #wind
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Before the Sigh
Before the Sigh
Spent the morning listening to Hurley,
reading Simons, inhaling Salt,
stretching in sheets where white light pours through.
The sky painter has returned from his sabbatical.
He says 'We are all dying," and I smile,
as the Sun tests out the idea of gloaming,
escapes through a canvas still stained upon his palm,
she is no longer grains of sand and old embers.
Clouds rush by as if one can't brush fast enough against the other,
mouths on mouths of plush, lightly crushed rain.
It's wet. Crows call out to...
Spent the morning listening to Hurley,
reading Simons, inhaling Salt,
stretching in sheets where white light pours through.
The sky painter has returned from his sabbatical.
He says 'We are all dying," and I smile,
as the Sun tests out the idea of gloaming,
escapes through a canvas still stained upon his palm,
she is no longer grains of sand and old embers.
Clouds rush by as if one can't brush fast enough against the other,
mouths on mouths of plush, lightly crushed rain.
It's wet. Crows call out to...
#sun
#sky
#spring #dawn
#spring #dawn
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Whispers of the Azure Sea
Beneath the meeting of sky and sea,
A realm of wonder, where dreams roam free.
Endless azure, canvas vast and wide,
Whispers of adventure, secrets to confide.
Sailors' tales in salty air do weave,
Islands shrouded in mist, where mermaids cleave.
Glimmering sirens, songs that pierce the heart,
Guiding ships to shores where legends start.
Celestial vessels, masts aglow with stardust's light,
Sail through constellations in the dead of night.
Galaxies unfurl, fate's silken thread,
Comets streak across the heavens, where...
A realm of wonder, where dreams roam free.
Endless azure, canvas vast and wide,
Whispers of adventure, secrets to confide.
Sailors' tales in salty air do weave,
Islands shrouded in mist, where mermaids cleave.
Glimmering sirens, songs that pierce the heart,
Guiding ships to shores where legends start.
Celestial vessels, masts aglow with stardust's light,
Sail through constellations in the dead of night.
Galaxies unfurl, fate's silken thread,
Comets streak across the heavens, where...
#motivational
#inspirational
#sea
#sky
#night
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Re-Entry
It was a doozy of a star
that shot from south to north
in flying colors most bizarre
sizzling back and forth.
But that event, so rare and quick,
in no way could compare,
to Luna's witching hour trick
for mesmerizing air!
And so I sat there in the yard
upon a cushioned chair
and gave the moon a slow regard
via hypnotic stare.
Next thing I knew the skies were bright
and stars began to fade
when cognizance returned the sight...
where once those moonbeams played.
that shot from south to north
in flying colors most bizarre
sizzling back and forth.
But that event, so rare and quick,
in no way could compare,
to Luna's witching hour trick
for mesmerizing air!
And so I sat there in the yard
upon a cushioned chair
and gave the moon a slow regard
via hypnotic stare.
Next thing I knew the skies were bright
and stars began to fade
when cognizance returned the sight...
where once those moonbeams played.
#moon
#sky
#night #dawn
#night #dawn
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God's Closet
Lay down your limitations
and reach above---
how much can the sky, hold?
Can you feel the rain
and rungs on Jacob's ladder?
Or the tingle that preceeds
thunder?
The rush of air
beneath bird's wings
and the manna that fell on dry deserts.
Push aside their chemtrails--
they are no match
for the heat of the sun
and blessings that drop
into our souls , from above.
Do you hear the breath of God
as winds blow
dandelion puffs
across your skin?
Ignore...
and reach above---
how much can the sky, hold?
Can you feel the rain
and rungs on Jacob's ladder?
Or the tingle that preceeds
thunder?
The rush of air
beneath bird's wings
and the manna that fell on dry deserts.
Push aside their chemtrails--
they are no match
for the heat of the sun
and blessings that drop
into our souls , from above.
Do you hear the breath of God
as winds blow
dandelion puffs
across your skin?
Ignore...
#sky
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The Prized Florets
The plum tree alabaster blooms
began to fall as soon as born,
so briefly do their forms adorn
their orchard twig and branch heirlooms
blowing free in the wind and sun
and clarity of middle March,
with one trunk growing as an arch,,,
as if the wood was having fun!
Accustomed more to midnight shade
I sat beneath the breezy blue
and watched the afternoon ensue
like heaven on a fresh parade!
Wherein each backlit bloom on high
was manna to...each winter eye!
began to fall as soon as born,
so briefly do their forms adorn
their orchard twig and branch heirlooms
blowing free in the wind and sun
and clarity of middle March,
with one trunk growing as an arch,,,
as if the wood was having fun!
Accustomed more to midnight shade
I sat beneath the breezy blue
and watched the afternoon ensue
like heaven on a fresh parade!
Wherein each backlit bloom on high
was manna to...each winter eye!
#sun
#sky
#wind #gratitude
#wind #gratitude
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Symphony of the Clouds
As if listening to music were about,
she whirled free above the clouds,
stormy emerald green.
The invisible notes danced in the air,
each chord vibrating with the breeze,
echoing among the heavenly flakes.
The sun, silent conductor, governed the show,
painting the sky with shades of gold and sapphire,
as the melody intertwined with the wind.
And there, in the symphony of heights,
the soul found its secret compass,
lost between ether and eternity.
she whirled free above the clouds,
stormy emerald green.
The invisible notes danced in the air,
each chord vibrating with the breeze,
echoing among the heavenly flakes.
The sun, silent conductor, governed the show,
painting the sky with shades of gold and sapphire,
as the melody intertwined with the wind.
And there, in the symphony of heights,
the soul found its secret compass,
lost between ether and eternity.
#sky
#clouds
#storm
#wind
#lover
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Nighttime remedies…
I have stolen the night sky on its ventures
I have woven through its skin
I took its humility and made it my own
It carried my heart through fields of gold
I carried its soul through my mind
It whispered to me and told me to bask
In its fettering energy
For dawn would soon come
And the time to feel sombre would pass
I must bask in what’s left to enjoy
Sweet moon child
I have woven through its skin
I took its humility and made it my own
It carried my heart through fields of gold
I carried its soul through my mind
It whispered to me and told me to bask
In its fettering energy
For dawn would soon come
And the time to feel sombre would pass
I must bask in what’s left to enjoy
Sweet moon child
#dreams
#sky
#night #spiritual
#night #spiritual
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Big Bear's Winter Whisper
In the silent hush of Big Bear's embrace,
Where snowflakes dance with delicate grace,
A frozen canvas, under the sun's soft gaze,
Speaks of serenity in a million ways.
Footprints etch stories on the white expanse,
A testament to nature’s quiet romance.
Mountain air whispers through the pines,
In this haven where tranquility aligns.
Here, gratitude blooms like alpine flowers,
For this retreat with its timeless hours.
A balance struck 'twixt peace and play,
Where nature’s hand skillfully sways.
As skis glide and...
Where snowflakes dance with delicate grace,
A frozen canvas, under the sun's soft gaze,
Speaks of serenity in a million ways.
Footprints etch stories on the white expanse,
A testament to nature’s quiet romance.
Mountain air whispers through the pines,
In this haven where tranquility aligns.
Here, gratitude blooms like alpine flowers,
For this retreat with its timeless hours.
A balance struck 'twixt peace and play,
Where nature’s hand skillfully sways.
As skis glide and...
#sun
#sky
#nature
#snow
#dawn
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4 Comments
Dusk Descends on Durham: An Evening Palette on Main and Morris
In Bull City’s lap, where history sleeps and wakes,
Under twilight’s tender gaze, the cityscape remakes.
With grace in its core, the bull stands in might,
While ancestors’ whispers float into the night.
In the embrace of change, where old meets new,
A dance of shadows and light, a diverse crew.
Skylines stretch upwards, reaching for dreams,
As history's fabric tugs at the seams.
Gentle is the hum of the growing town,
Where progress wears its sparkling crown.
Yet, in the bustling streets, the bull’s eyes gleam,
Guarding the...
Under twilight’s tender gaze, the cityscape remakes.
With grace in its core, the bull stands in might,
While ancestors’ whispers float into the night.
In the embrace of change, where old meets new,
A dance of shadows and light, a diverse crew.
Skylines stretch upwards, reaching for dreams,
As history's fabric tugs at the seams.
Gentle is the hum of the growing town,
Where progress wears its sparkling crown.
Yet, in the bustling streets, the bull’s eyes gleam,
Guarding the...
#city
#sky
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The Golden Sun
Deify me, I illuminate your world.
I shine like your luminous guardian angel.
In the cosmos, I am your adored arch-angel.
I awake to brighten a lack-luster morning.
I always your routine activities herald.
I glitter for the flora to have their fill,
so do I for men to energize their mill.
Of the ocean currents I keep on warning.
I make the flora lush for medicine and food.
I awake for the globe's universal good,
and sleep at even with a sated crimson smile.
I pave the way for the silver and dew for a while.
The globe's...
I shine like your luminous guardian angel.
In the cosmos, I am your adored arch-angel.
I awake to brighten a lack-luster morning.
I always your routine activities herald.
I glitter for the flora to have their fill,
so do I for men to energize their mill.
Of the ocean currents I keep on warning.
I make the flora lush for medicine and food.
I awake for the globe's universal good,
and sleep at even with a sated crimson smile.
I pave the way for the silver and dew for a while.
The globe's...
#sun
#sky
#nature
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DU Poetry : Poems About the Sky Seeking Honest Critique