Poems About the Sky Seeking Honest Critique
#sky
Poems about the sky seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Dots and Lines
Above the high-rise buildings
with their rectangles
and squares of light
Above the Circle K sign
in the distance
Above the restaurant across the street's
clusters of patio lights,
in the murky gray night sky
with its blinking dots of helicopters and planes
the ISS enters from the Northwest,
just like the app said it would.
It's a bright silver dot
on the horizon
but small
a modest engagement ring's diamond
From the astronauts' perspective
250 miles above
North America is a...
with their rectangles
and squares of light
Above the Circle K sign
in the distance
Above the restaurant across the street's
clusters of patio lights,
in the murky gray night sky
with its blinking dots of helicopters and planes
the ISS enters from the Northwest,
just like the app said it would.
It's a bright silver dot
on the horizon
but small
a modest engagement ring's diamond
From the astronauts' perspective
250 miles above
North America is a...
#dreams
#sea
#separation #sky
#separation #sky
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TO GO FAR AWAY TO ESCAPE
If you were to get out of the hustle and drama of the 🌍 where would you go, to be free of the nonsense and the madness. THAT seems to be like an pledge of death and destruction, to the very fabric of your mind and spiritual soul holding you in a place. THAT you feel that you just don't really belong. What if you were able to share your thoughts with, the invaders of lost time were would you go to find, your peace of mind and spiritual subconsciousness of freedom. To become aware of your unspoken words of wisdom, and the true flow of your silence in your heart, that actually makes you...
#mountains
#nature
#river
#sky
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Your Poet
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
Because it's yours and no one else's?
Because he rhymes with you and no one else!
Because his ice serves you in the summer, isn't it?
Because out of everything you have left
he is the golden sword of the non-existent hero
who walks naked and beautiful in your sweaty dreams?
Because he, only him, no one but him has your skin
so tattooed with the names of organs in your body
and red lines in the shape of hearts and dragons...
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
Because it's yours and no one else's?
Because he rhymes with you and no one else!
Because his ice serves you in the summer, isn't it?
Because out of everything you have left
he is the golden sword of the non-existent hero
who walks naked and beautiful in your sweaty dreams?
Because he, only him, no one but him has your skin
so tattooed with the names of organs in your body
and red lines in the shape of hearts and dragons...
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
#dragons
#fiction
#lover
#sky
#WritingPoetry
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The Fiddler
A flock of sailing fiddlers fly
Down flowing fountain in the sky
Seven-fold they fair my eye
As life so faintly passes by
Seven-fold the fearless fliers
Finger through the fiery breeze,
Symphonic plumage ever whiter
Feathered phantoms through the trees
Flying, flying, never dying
To each, the cool breeze pacifying
Fearless flying flocks of yore
Hear echoes off a fading shore
And tumble down as raindrops pour
Fearlessly flying never more.
Down flowing fountain in the sky
Seven-fold they fair my eye
As life so faintly passes by
Seven-fold the fearless fliers
Finger through the fiery breeze,
Symphonic plumage ever whiter
Feathered phantoms through the trees
Flying, flying, never dying
To each, the cool breeze pacifying
Fearless flying flocks of yore
Hear echoes off a fading shore
And tumble down as raindrops pour
Fearlessly flying never more.
#birds
#death
#nature #sky
#nature #sky
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Miraged dreams
Sky All
consuming
Engulfing
Desert plains
Fiery tendrils
Brazenly caress
Parched scapes
Rose gold
Dusted
Illuminations
Reflecting
Miraged dreams
consuming
Engulfing
Desert plains
Fiery tendrils
Brazenly caress
Parched scapes
Rose gold
Dusted
Illuminations
Reflecting
Miraged dreams
#desert
#sky
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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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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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African Sky
It is impossible to ever deny
this star filled African sky
all these constellations I will see
guide me on this path to find me
A little further every single day
I do finally make my way
across these wide Kenyan plains
cleansed clean by equatorial rains
As I count the fleet gazelle
listen to each story that they tell
about the circle they all trace
about the sacredness of space
How it folds together with time
making a clean page for my rhyme
shares a big of itself
a wisdom unfound...
this star filled African sky
all these constellations I will see
guide me on this path to find me
A little further every single day
I do finally make my way
across these wide Kenyan plains
cleansed clean by equatorial rains
As I count the fleet gazelle
listen to each story that they tell
about the circle they all trace
about the sacredness of space
How it folds together with time
making a clean page for my rhyme
shares a big of itself
a wisdom unfound...
#Africa
#stars
#sky
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
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DU Poetry : Poems About the Sky Seeking Honest Critique