Poems About Wind Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about wind seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 5:21pm
27th Nov 2024 5:21pm
La Promesa
Recuerdo la promesa que hiciste en junio.
Estabas tocando suavemente la flauta, mi cariño.
Estaba abrumada por la balada cubana.
Estabas sentado en una roca plana junto al mar.
Estaba de pie a tu lado en la arena.
Las olas eran avanzando hacia la orilla.
Tuviste un aspecto elegante en el vestido largo blanco.
Te dije que siempre te amaría.
Las palabras que dije vinieron de mi corazón.
Prometiste amarme hasta que mueras.
El viento racheado se llevó tu amor por mí,
Y rompiste la promesa que hiciste.
Estabas tocando suavemente la flauta, mi cariño.
Estaba abrumada por la balada cubana.
Estabas sentado en una roca plana junto al mar.
Estaba de pie a tu lado en la arena.
Las olas eran avanzando hacia la orilla.
Tuviste un aspecto elegante en el vestido largo blanco.
Te dije que siempre te amaría.
Las palabras que dije vinieron de mi corazón.
Prometiste amarme hasta que mueras.
El viento racheado se llevó tu amor por mí,
Y rompiste la promesa que hiciste.
#love
#music
#sea #wind
#sea #wind
52 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 10:33am
26th Nov 2024 10:33am
Baby Birds Bound
Beneath the black rainbow shadows hide
in the space where dreams and fears collide.
Balls and globes, spinning in the dark,
soap bubbles reflecting a fleeting spark.
A spectrum shrouded in an eerie hue.
Unseen colors in a night’s dew.
Not ready to fly, grounded wings,
bound by the weight of untold things.
In the silence echoes of tomorrow
wrapped in a cocoon of quiet sorrow.
The black rainbow, a solemn arc,
marking paths through the uncharted dark.
Fragile hopes like bubbles rise
yet fall back not...
in the space where dreams and fears collide.
Balls and globes, spinning in the dark,
soap bubbles reflecting a fleeting spark.
A spectrum shrouded in an eerie hue.
Unseen colors in a night’s dew.
Not ready to fly, grounded wings,
bound by the weight of untold things.
In the silence echoes of tomorrow
wrapped in a cocoon of quiet sorrow.
The black rainbow, a solemn arc,
marking paths through the uncharted dark.
Fragile hopes like bubbles rise
yet fall back not...
#birds
#mirror
#tradition
#wind
#winter
49 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 2:35am
24th Nov 2024 2:35am
November
The slow roll of the twilight gray
comes to kiss the day away
in nimbostratus billow sky
and silhouettes for every eye
of leafless branch and naked twig
in lumber slumber for the sprig...
we hope to see, come what may,
after winter has had its say.
comes to kiss the day away
in nimbostratus billow sky
and silhouettes for every eye
of leafless branch and naked twig
in lumber slumber for the sprig...
we hope to see, come what may,
after winter has had its say.
#wind
133 reads
8 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 9:01pm
22nd Nov 2024 9:01pm
An Autumn Rispetto
Something has to blast the last leaf off the tree
and all the scrub jays and squirrels know it well
as vassals of bomb cyclone authority
or a mighty atmospheric river swell...
all over their mobbing of the dangle cobb
cuz those little devils have kernels to rob
from a zephyr bandied helix wire cage...
branch moored in a gauge thick enough for rampage!
and all the scrub jays and squirrels know it well
as vassals of bomb cyclone authority
or a mighty atmospheric river swell...
all over their mobbing of the dangle cobb
cuz those little devils have kernels to rob
from a zephyr bandied helix wire cage...
branch moored in a gauge thick enough for rampage!
#animals
#storm
#wind
144 reads
13 Comments
Adingtan
Dottie
Dottie
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 3:04pm
21st Nov 2024 3:04pm
Wind's song
I am the voice of the wind
The one you've forgotten
That sang lullabies to you as a child
Now I am singing a song of despair
Begging for some grown kid to remember
The soothing melodies of the sleepless nights
I am the song of the moon and the skies
The child who asked the cosmos all why's
Hear the wind's desperate cries
The one you've forgotten
That sang lullabies to you as a child
Now I am singing a song of despair
Begging for some grown kid to remember
The soothing melodies of the sleepless nights
I am the song of the moon and the skies
The child who asked the cosmos all why's
Hear the wind's desperate cries
#bittersweet
#emotions
#sadness
#universe
#wind
63 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 11:53pm
12th Nov 2024 11:53pm
cold and wet, but there’s the rub ..
don’t like the wind and the rain
and I scurry into the
taxi
driver says, “where are we going, mate?”
I reply, somewhere
sunny,
but no hurry, and I don’t mean to be funny,
but perhaps on the way
we could stop at a pub ..
and I scurry into the
taxi
driver says, “where are we going, mate?”
I reply, somewhere
sunny,
but no hurry, and I don’t mean to be funny,
but perhaps on the way
we could stop at a pub ..
#rain
#wind
60 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 1:26pm
4th Nov 2024 1:26pm
Non Vodka Haiku
In lieu of a kiss
moonlight bathes silent trees
tender touch of wind
moonlight bathes silent trees
tender touch of wind
#haiku
#love
#nature #wind
#nature #wind
63 reads
5 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 3:35pm
27th Oct 2024 3:35pm
A Dance of Shattered Glass
The glass doth break in shards
A splintered, shining rain
As crimson trails, like wounded bards
Sing low in whispered pain
The broken light doth gleam
A fractured, silent cry
And in the blood’s swift, pulsing stream
Life’s fleeting colors lie
Yon scattered glass doth show
A twisted, darkened art
A portrait born of pain and woe
Writ deep within the heart
Each shard, a mirrored face
Reflects the crimson flow
A moment’s rage, a brief disgrace
In blood and glass laid low
A splintered, shining rain
As crimson trails, like wounded bards
Sing low in whispered pain
The broken light doth gleam
A fractured, silent cry
And in the blood’s swift, pulsing stream
Life’s fleeting colors lie
Yon scattered glass doth show
A twisted, darkened art
A portrait born of pain and woe
Writ deep within the heart
Each shard, a mirrored face
Reflects the crimson flow
A moment’s rage, a brief disgrace
In blood and glass laid low
#dark
#rhyming
#storm
#violence
#wind
54 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 00:59am
21st Oct 2024 00:59am
Hearkening
Some days are chimed by gentle wind
and nimbostratus gray
almost as if Poseidon grinned
upon the land for play...
so no extremes of hot or cold,
or shadows and sunbeams,
would strike a critter as too bold
for critter self-esteems.
Thus the furtive squirrels draw near
when that state of affairs
reduces all their rodent fear
about their weather cares.
But Poseidon's weather command
at last must call it quits,
at keeping dry the squirrel land,
with nimbostratus spritz.
The...
and nimbostratus gray
almost as if Poseidon grinned
upon the land for play...
so no extremes of hot or cold,
or shadows and sunbeams,
would strike a critter as too bold
for critter self-esteems.
Thus the furtive squirrels draw near
when that state of affairs
reduces all their rodent fear
about their weather cares.
But Poseidon's weather command
at last must call it quits,
at keeping dry the squirrel land,
with nimbostratus spritz.
The...
#rain
#wind
158 reads
6 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
20th Oct 2024 00:19am
20th Oct 2024 00:19am
unsteady upon his feet
don’t like going out in a strong wind
I’m a bit of a candle, fearing being blown
over and out he said, knowing full well,
of course, no one was listening,
but it was nothing, he told himself, that
it was nothing he couldn’t handle
I’m a bit of a candle, fearing being blown
over and out he said, knowing full well,
of course, no one was listening,
but it was nothing, he told himself, that
it was nothing he couldn’t handle
#wind
61 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 12:50pm
17th Oct 2024 12:50pm
looking for your scent
I spend time
looking for you
trying to find out
where are you
where are all the wires
your feet-thoughts
your mouth-regret
where are you?
where is the ecstasy?
that you knew how to achieve
that you knew how to hide
that you knew you didn't know
time passes
glued to your feet
penances
quiet on your lips
flames
I waste my time
lurking for you
where will you be
when I'm not
looking for you?
looking for you
trying to find out
where are you
where are all the wires
your feet-thoughts
your mouth-regret
where are you?
where is the ecstasy?
that you knew how to achieve
that you knew how to hide
that you knew you didn't know
time passes
glued to your feet
penances
quiet on your lips
flames
I waste my time
lurking for you
where will you be
when I'm not
looking for you?
#crush
#rain
#revenge
#secrets
#wind
100 reads
4 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 1:11pm
5th Oct 2024 1:11pm
Wooded Vales and Howling Winds
The wind is old in the wooded vales
its voice a rusted knife
it carves the air in fragile tones
where twilight sleeps with life
A shape has stirred; you see it not
but feel its ancient crawl
in breaths between the withered leaves
where shadows rise and fall
The trees are brittle silhouettes
they strain, they stoop, they stare
but it’s the wind, the wind alone
that presses through the air
Or is it? For something darker hums
a lull beneath its cry
A hunch, a sense, a phantom brush
of wings that...
its voice a rusted knife
it carves the air in fragile tones
where twilight sleeps with life
A shape has stirred; you see it not
but feel its ancient crawl
in breaths between the withered leaves
where shadows rise and fall
The trees are brittle silhouettes
they strain, they stoop, they stare
but it’s the wind, the wind alone
that presses through the air
Or is it? For something darker hums
a lull beneath its cry
A hunch, a sense, a phantom brush
of wings that...
#dark
#forest
#scary #wind
#scary #wind
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2 Comments
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