Poems About the Sky Seeking Honest Critique
#sky
Poems about the sky seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
I and You
Sitting beside the lake
Watching hens swim with drakes
'Neath the boughs of a yew
As a gentle breeze blew
We took sup of warm stew
Upon grass topped with dew
While we sipped potent brew
It got dark ere we knew
The sky full of stars
As if with glitter bestrew
That bright twinkle in your eye
Kindled hearts' flames anew
I felt love in my bones
And in every sinew
Fully caught up in you
As we sat 'neath that yew
Rays shimmering 'pon the waters
Like the...
Watching hens swim with drakes
'Neath the boughs of a yew
As a gentle breeze blew
We took sup of warm stew
Upon grass topped with dew
While we sipped potent brew
It got dark ere we knew
The sky full of stars
As if with glitter bestrew
That bright twinkle in your eye
Kindled hearts' flames anew
I felt love in my bones
And in every sinew
Fully caught up in you
As we sat 'neath that yew
Rays shimmering 'pon the waters
Like the...
#forest
#FreeVerse
#happiness #sky
#happiness #sky
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Taking a tablet
Taking a tablet for misinformation
Morning routine first thing take a tablet
Settles the acid in the stomach of my soul
Later on after a hard workout
Soak in Epsom salts
To heal my wounds
After dinner tension headache is
Two Excedrin do the trick
Soothes tired muscles
After we watch tv and she falls asleep
Pick up my tablet of misinformation
Go down many rabbit holes
Pulling on threads that just unwind
Facts set out like a puzzle
As a thread ends another begins
See some...
Morning routine first thing take a tablet
Settles the acid in the stomach of my soul
Later on after a hard workout
Soak in Epsom salts
To heal my wounds
After dinner tension headache is
Two Excedrin do the trick
Soothes tired muscles
After we watch tv and she falls asleep
Pick up my tablet of misinformation
Go down many rabbit holes
Pulling on threads that just unwind
Facts set out like a puzzle
As a thread ends another begins
See some...
#freedom
#mountains
#sky #ThrillSeeking
#sky #ThrillSeeking
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Another Day
Waking to the city’s cold embrace
Concrete boots, heart’s misplaced
City lights, mood’s a haze
Echoes of sirens, a bad day’s craze
Coffee’s my fix, frosty veins
Steel canyons, icy reins
Luck’s lost in alleyways
Howlin’ wind, urban disarray
Detective eyes, steel and gray
Neon signs, flicker and sway
Ghost town echoes, shadows play
Lone wolf’s howl, city decay
Guitar strummin’, subway hum
Ghost in the crowd, widow’s drum
Briefcase loaded, devil in disguise ...
Concrete boots, heart’s misplaced
City lights, mood’s a haze
Echoes of sirens, a bad day’s craze
Coffee’s my fix, frosty veins
Steel canyons, icy reins
Luck’s lost in alleyways
Howlin’ wind, urban disarray
Detective eyes, steel and gray
Neon signs, flicker and sway
Ghost town echoes, shadows play
Lone wolf’s howl, city decay
Guitar strummin’, subway hum
Ghost in the crowd, widow’s drum
Briefcase loaded, devil in disguise ...
#city
#honesty
#humankind
#MyInspiration
#sky
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Troubadour Nights
The campfire heat and moonlight
in midair fell in love
and went and danced all through the night
in consequence thereof.
The moonbeams were a pale gold
beyond the amber flames
because their space is very cold
in dark entropic shames.
Both owe their lives to caustic Sol
as their echoes flower
all through autumn's lengthening call
for more solar power!
A call increasing day by day
to which night children dance
where poet souls all love to play...
with comely maids from France!
in midair fell in love
and went and danced all through the night
in consequence thereof.
The moonbeams were a pale gold
beyond the amber flames
because their space is very cold
in dark entropic shames.
Both owe their lives to caustic Sol
as their echoes flower
all through autumn's lengthening call
for more solar power!
A call increasing day by day
to which night children dance
where poet souls all love to play...
with comely maids from France!
#fall
#Halloween
#pagan #sky
#pagan #sky
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4 Comments
In The Dead Of October
In the deep blue yonder
Where the dusty pathways meander
The mist is thick
In the dead of October
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The lark hovers in the sky
A pair of happy butterflies
There's dancing and singing
A moment of heaven is passing by
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The blue mountain's majestic height
The pastures down, sleeping quite
Shepherds and silent flocks
A divine harmony, under God's light
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In October, yellow flowers grow
A clear autumn day, sun's aglow
Spring has left some shine,
To keep some more...
Where the dusty pathways meander
The mist is thick
In the dead of October
****
The lark hovers in the sky
A pair of happy butterflies
There's dancing and singing
A moment of heaven is passing by
****
The blue mountain's majestic height
The pastures down, sleeping quite
Shepherds and silent flocks
A divine harmony, under God's light
****
In October, yellow flowers grow
A clear autumn day, sun's aglow
Spring has left some shine,
To keep some more...
#forest
#mountains
#nature #sky
#nature #sky
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Celestial Dichotomies of Heavenly Cycles
By numbers they are known
The seven and the nine
Celestial lights are thrown
Both shadowed and divine
The moon, a secret guide
In phases she doth wane
While Sol, in boundless pride
Brings forth his golden reign
In orbit they align
Yet opposite they tread
One gives the sacred sign
The other strikes it dead
Each planet's path is drawn
In cycles vast and deep
The light precedes the dawn
While darkness wakes from sleep
By three and four they turn
In endless cosmic dance
Where...
The seven and the nine
Celestial lights are thrown
Both shadowed and divine
The moon, a secret guide
In phases she doth wane
While Sol, in boundless pride
Brings forth his golden reign
In orbit they align
Yet opposite they tread
One gives the sacred sign
The other strikes it dead
Each planet's path is drawn
In cycles vast and deep
The light precedes the dawn
While darkness wakes from sleep
By three and four they turn
In endless cosmic dance
Where...
#astronomy
#rhyming
#sky
#stars
#universe
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0 Comments
Big Top Steam
A Big East Top Steam Whistle
The steam whistle goes off to sleep
No more coal left now we haul parcels and people places and then some
Want the steam whistle to echo through the valley
All I hear is a ghost whispering to me when I’m awake
So Kov bought it for scrap tryin to spin a buck
All he hears walking along great steel is
Ghostly voices coming from a steam engine from time before
They say here comes the Scrap Man
The butcher will tear us apart for profit
He says to them as long as I’m...
The steam whistle goes off to sleep
No more coal left now we haul parcels and people places and then some
Want the steam whistle to echo through the valley
All I hear is a ghost whispering to me when I’m awake
So Kov bought it for scrap tryin to spin a buck
All he hears walking along great steel is
Ghostly voices coming from a steam engine from time before
They say here comes the Scrap Man
The butcher will tear us apart for profit
He says to them as long as I’m...
#forest
#mountains
#nature
#river
#sky
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sea that sleeps in the blue
the sea takes and the sea brings
the sea is a castle that crumbles into sand
the sea keeps every fleeting moment
and gives belly to the sailor who lies
the sea is never wrong
the sea never has plans anyway
the sea covers and disappears at the pier
the sea breaking on the beach comes in peace
sounds its deep waves like jazz
the sea is serene and knows the good it does for us
the sea is a castle that crumbles into sand
the sea keeps every fleeting moment
and gives belly to the sailor who lies
the sea is never wrong
the sea never has plans anyway
the sea covers and disappears at the pier
the sea breaking on the beach comes in peace
sounds its deep waves like jazz
the sea is serene and knows the good it does for us
#beach
#clouds
#nature
#sea
#sky
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8 Comments
Hallowed Firmament
When I describe in glowing terms
September skies that I've adored,
I thought them heavens, best explored,
with what an aspiration affirms...
betokened so by cirrus white,
so thin adrift among the blue,
mingling with the contrail spew
long after jets are out of sight.
These things define that vast expanse
over a leafy sunset gold
to contrast with autumnal cold...
enough to switch from shorts to pants.
Then watch the hummingbirds alight,
just for a moment, on a twig;
thin adrift in a sky so...
September skies that I've adored,
I thought them heavens, best explored,
with what an aspiration affirms...
betokened so by cirrus white,
so thin adrift among the blue,
mingling with the contrail spew
long after jets are out of sight.
These things define that vast expanse
over a leafy sunset gold
to contrast with autumnal cold...
enough to switch from shorts to pants.
Then watch the hummingbirds alight,
just for a moment, on a twig;
thin adrift in a sky so...
#birds
#clouds
#sky #sun
#sky #sun
171 reads
6 Comments
The third eye
The moon - a pearly bindi
with its mystical aura,
sits between the invisible eyes
of the skies;
It's the third eye
which opens a portal
to the soul of the heavens
connecting to the divine...
with its mystical aura,
sits between the invisible eyes
of the skies;
It's the third eye
which opens a portal
to the soul of the heavens
connecting to the divine...
#moon
#sky
#spiritual
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19 Comments
The Happiness of clouds
displacing feelings altering themselves according to mood
happiness despite every dark factor
loving hope, talking to joy
meditate on blue the clouds scatter
then assemble according to our thoughts
with childlike faith and in wonderment
dreams are on my mind
reading I am transported there
wondering where it all began
being fair is subjective
there are gray areas
we can only decide according to what we've seen
and have experienced
and that is a different vision for all of us
serious on my observations
and...
happiness despite every dark factor
loving hope, talking to joy
meditate on blue the clouds scatter
then assemble according to our thoughts
with childlike faith and in wonderment
dreams are on my mind
reading I am transported there
wondering where it all began
being fair is subjective
there are gray areas
we can only decide according to what we've seen
and have experienced
and that is a different vision for all of us
serious on my observations
and...
#clouds
#nature
#sky
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THE POISON TREE
It's me again the story teller of words ✍️ that will speak upon, of that what I see and hear and believe what is front of me. For as I sit here looking out of the 🪟 but yet I still can't believe, how much this world has been changed by what is happening now. For sure we are living in a place that was once, a place that you could breathe in the spring aura of the trees of life. Yet as I search near and far from away, from the negativity and drama and chaos. I feel silent tear rolls down, my face only to be cupped in my hands like drops of acid rain, like poison ivy is to...
#forest
#mountains
#nature
#river
#sky
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DU Poetry : Poems About the Sky Seeking Honest Critique