Poems About Wind Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about wind seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
PAR
Poem Published
25th Sep 2023 6:58pm
25th Sep 2023 6:58pm
dream breeze
I sat there
pretending I didn't see you
and that I didn't want to be yours
distracted from being myself
I sat there
you passed me there
you passed me there
you passed me there
I stayed there
pretending I didn't hear you
and that I couldn't be yours
abstracted from myself
I stayed there
you passed me there
you passed me there
you passed me there
I dreamed of myself there
feeling your skin
passing by me in the breeze
on a sugary morning
I dreamed of myself there.
pretending I didn't see you
and that I didn't want to be yours
distracted from being myself
I sat there
you passed me there
you passed me there
you passed me there
I stayed there
pretending I didn't hear you
and that I couldn't be yours
abstracted from myself
I stayed there
you passed me there
you passed me there
you passed me there
I dreamed of myself there
feeling your skin
passing by me in the breeze
on a sugary morning
I dreamed of myself there.
#love
#wind
#mirror
#myself
#mystery
38 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2023 2:29pm
23rd Sep 2023 2:29pm
Forecast
The best skies are partly cloudy,
Or partly clear, if you prefer,
As happenstance may be rowdy
And clarity a saboteur
Where turbulence is hard to see
When pressure stokes invisible...
To then commence chaotically
Like something metabolizable,
As when the sky seems most alive;
A vibrant essence to the air
Allowing thought itself to thrive
Like pride upon a foolish dare
Which huffs and puffs before it blows...
A fresh iota from Zephyr's nose!
Or partly clear, if you prefer,
As happenstance may be rowdy
And clarity a saboteur
Where turbulence is hard to see
When pressure stokes invisible...
To then commence chaotically
Like something metabolizable,
As when the sky seems most alive;
A vibrant essence to the air
Allowing thought itself to thrive
Like pride upon a foolish dare
Which huffs and puffs before it blows...
A fresh iota from Zephyr's nose!
#rain
#wind
58 reads
10 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
15th Aug 2023 4:27am
15th Aug 2023 4:27am
wild wind
"Love is no hot-house flower,
but a wild plant, born of a wet night,
born of an hour of sunshine; sprung
from wild seed, blown along the road
by a wild wind."—John Galsworthy
i let the wild wind
into my life without a parachute,
eyes open, but blind
to how fleet beauty may become fierce brute.
the high of the storm
grooms treachery on lofty mountain stops,
then comes the alarm,
when glory falls to earth without its props.
surrender the will,
and let your bubble bloom like dynamite; ...
but a wild plant, born of a wet night,
born of an hour of sunshine; sprung
from wild seed, blown along the road
by a wild wind."—John Galsworthy
i let the wild wind
into my life without a parachute,
eyes open, but blind
to how fleet beauty may become fierce brute.
the high of the storm
grooms treachery on lofty mountain stops,
then comes the alarm,
when glory falls to earth without its props.
surrender the will,
and let your bubble bloom like dynamite; ...
#relationships
#heartbroken
#storm
#wind
#deception
96 reads
4 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
11th Aug 2023 7:30am
11th Aug 2023 7:30am
liberty in the storm
The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible,
but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason
for remaining ashore.”—Vincent Van Gogh
my tiny boat,
wind-tossed about
by salt-edged waves at night,
sounded a note—
a withered shout—
for rescue from her plight.
she was a kite
without a tail,
the spray her predator;
with every bite,
the chilling hail,
a stingy...
but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason
for remaining ashore.”—Vincent Van Gogh
my tiny boat,
wind-tossed about
by salt-edged waves at night,
sounded a note—
a withered shout—
for rescue from her plight.
she was a kite
without a tail,
the spray her predator;
with every bite,
the chilling hail,
a stingy...
#sea
#storm
#night
#wind
#freedom
84 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
27th Jul 2023 2:31pm
27th Jul 2023 2:31pm
Sancho Panza
while you were sleeping
and you dreamed a dream
from distant or absent places
and from other lands, perhaps...
I spoke your name in soft whispers.
I want to know,
If you heard...
If you know the taste
that your voice put in my soul.
Maybe we even dream
the same dream...
Maybe you call me from above
from the mountains of your dream...
Maybe I, in the distance,
in the midst of fights,
hear your voice calling me...
Tearing apart the web of clouds.
I will hear your...
and you dreamed a dream
from distant or absent places
and from other lands, perhaps...
I spoke your name in soft whispers.
I want to know,
If you heard...
If you know the taste
that your voice put in my soul.
Maybe we even dream
the same dream...
Maybe you call me from above
from the mountains of your dream...
Maybe I, in the distance,
in the midst of fights,
hear your voice calling me...
Tearing apart the web of clouds.
I will hear your...
#love
#wind
#mirror
#confessional
#philosophical
73 reads
0 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
26th Jul 2023 3:28pm
26th Jul 2023 3:28pm
The Breeze
I watched the wind take with it a soul.
Where they went I'll never know.
She was just gone.
Where they went I'll never know.
She was just gone.
#death
#wind
#unicorns #minimalist
#unicorns #minimalist
151 reads
6 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
17th Jul 2023 4:49am
17th Jul 2023 4:49am
music
Music is the harmonious voice of creation, an echo of the invisible
world, one note of the divine concord which the entire universe
is destined one day to sound.―Giuseppe Mazzini
let joyful wood and brass and string and skin
raise up a hallelujah to the King!
let rocks cry out, as voices from within
their muted silence clap their hands and sing!
let dashing waves in chorus intercede,
as rippling rivers whisper soft reprieve;
and when bruised bamboo blades bright descants bleed,
let wanton winds their pent-up tunes...
world, one note of the divine concord which the entire universe
is destined one day to sound.―Giuseppe Mazzini
let joyful wood and brass and string and skin
raise up a hallelujah to the King!
let rocks cry out, as voices from within
their muted silence clap their hands and sing!
let dashing waves in chorus intercede,
as rippling rivers whisper soft reprieve;
and when bruised bamboo blades bright descants bleed,
let wanton winds their pent-up tunes...
#trees
#birds
#wind
#nature
#music
96 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
12th Jul 2023 11:51am
12th Jul 2023 11:51am
In The Sky Above
In the sky above, red birds drift.
Our hands to the air, birds ignore our trifts.
You step on my wounds, I fake feeling fine.
Love heals no wounds or maybe not this time.
Blood-red tears in face, I treasure as gifts.
The summer-hot wind blows and lifts
a despair of urgently lovestruck gifts.
Wings flocked together, they curl and twine
in the sky above.
Then, with a gust, the weather shifts,
killing those foolishly lovestruck trifts.
I hoped in vain a story like mine
could end in love, not a sky entwined. ...
Our hands to the air, birds ignore our trifts.
You step on my wounds, I fake feeling fine.
Love heals no wounds or maybe not this time.
Blood-red tears in face, I treasure as gifts.
The summer-hot wind blows and lifts
a despair of urgently lovestruck gifts.
Wings flocked together, they curl and twine
in the sky above.
Then, with a gust, the weather shifts,
killing those foolishly lovestruck trifts.
I hoped in vain a story like mine
could end in love, not a sky entwined. ...
#love
#birds
#sky
#wind
#mirror
98 reads
4 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
5th Jun 2023 6:21pm
5th Jun 2023 6:21pm
another windsong
The little reed, bending to the force of the wind, soon stood
upright again when the storm had passed over.”—Aesop
the wind, the wind,
sometimes so wicked kind!
teasing the wings of boys and girls at play.
i'll find, i'll find
the smiles i've left behind,
for i am going to have a lovely day.
the air, the air,
full of the birds' fanfare,
is calling me to soar above the trees.
up there, up there,
wind music i shall hear
and hum the newest hillsong melodies.
unwind, unwind,
but leave me...
upright again when the storm had passed over.”—Aesop
the wind, the wind,
sometimes so wicked kind!
teasing the wings of boys and girls at play.
i'll find, i'll find
the smiles i've left behind,
for i am going to have a lovely day.
the air, the air,
full of the birds' fanfare,
is calling me to soar above the trees.
up there, up there,
wind music i shall hear
and hum the newest hillsong melodies.
unwind, unwind,
but leave me...
#children
#trees
#wind
#nature
#music
108 reads
3 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2023 5:59am
3rd Jun 2023 5:59am
Hue Ado
Oh dare to give your full attention
To the rise of The Strawberry moon!
Who deserves an honorable mention
For leaving romantics aswoon!
All year long there's no superior blend
Of pale pink and twilight's rosy hue
Presaging the vernal season's end
In a glorious ambiance ado...
That goes on and on, for not long enough,
To tease out winter's final dregs of cold,
When Zephyrs yoke to a Boreal puff
To blow fair kisses off to summer's gold,
Celebrating the thermometer's climb...
As surely as almanacs keeping time!
To the rise of The Strawberry moon!
Who deserves an honorable mention
For leaving romantics aswoon!
All year long there's no superior blend
Of pale pink and twilight's rosy hue
Presaging the vernal season's end
In a glorious ambiance ado...
That goes on and on, for not long enough,
To tease out winter's final dregs of cold,
When Zephyrs yoke to a Boreal puff
To blow fair kisses off to summer's gold,
Celebrating the thermometer's climb...
As surely as almanacs keeping time!
#moon
#sky
#wind
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0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
26th May 2023 8:41pm
26th May 2023 8:41pm
aeolian wind—a poet’s reflection
True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind
raises it higher.—Jean Antoine Petit-Senn
there must be something to be said for the wind
breathing e’er so gently on my face,
then swiftly is gone, while my feet here are pinned,
my arms open wide for her embrace.
is it not a song that i hear on the wind?
well its lyric lines assume their place,
that they may amend human frailties of mind—
melodies nuanced with so much grace!
when cavernous rocks catch the swell of the wind,
there is an orchestra in the race ...
raises it higher.—Jean Antoine Petit-Senn
there must be something to be said for the wind
breathing e’er so gently on my face,
then swiftly is gone, while my feet here are pinned,
my arms open wide for her embrace.
is it not a song that i hear on the wind?
well its lyric lines assume their place,
that they may amend human frailties of mind—
melodies nuanced with so much grace!
when cavernous rocks catch the swell of the wind,
there is an orchestra in the race ...
#dreams
#wind
#silence
#nature
#meditation
145 reads
3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
15th May 2023 1:26pm
15th May 2023 1:26pm
The Sound of the Wind
Your shadow
(immune to wind)
pass by me
and remains unharmed
in slow step.
Your quiet shadow
(no colors)
revolves
on the stones
of this floor!
Your shadow
(deep gray)
is the flag
from an unknown country
fluttering in the wind!
I scream
(mouth wide open)
at the top of the ravine
your most intimate name
and the wind
does not recognize
the sound of my voice.
I run
(with eyes closed)
the labyrinth
of your overwrought thoughts
by objects of...
(immune to wind)
pass by me
and remains unharmed
in slow step.
Your quiet shadow
(no colors)
revolves
on the stones
of this floor!
Your shadow
(deep gray)
is the flag
from an unknown country
fluttering in the wind!
I scream
(mouth wide open)
at the top of the ravine
your most intimate name
and the wind
does not recognize
the sound of my voice.
I run
(with eyes closed)
the labyrinth
of your overwrought thoughts
by objects of...
#rain
#wind
#spiritual
#travel
#pagan
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5 Comments
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